Wild Dogs

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black robes made his move. He quickly raised his palm, and several black talismans appeared in his hand.

"Go, baby."

He threw out several black talismans, which flew into the air and then burned like flames.

A moment later, crows emitting black smoke emerged from the burning talisman.

Several crows will emerge from a single talisman, and within a short time, dozens of entirely black crows have gathered in mid-air.

As the black crows made their unpleasant noises, they swooped down on Yang Fan and quickly surrounded him.

"What is this?"

Yang Fan was filled with doubt; these items were completely different from ordinary talismans.

Most talismans, once activated, will conjure various weapons; he had never seen a talisman capable of activating living beings.

Yang Fan gripped the top-grade spiritual weapon in his hand, watching warily as crows about to swoop down around him.

The man in black chuckled softly.

"Hey, kid, don't bother looking at this anymore. This isn't a magic talisman, but a talisman made from living beings."

"Each talisman not only contains the divine souls left behind by the beasts slain during its creation, but also seals the essence within those beasts."

"The crows before you possess the complete fighting power of these beasts in their previous lives, with both essence and spirit intact, which is why their fighting power is exceptionally strong. You are no match for them at all."

As he spoke, the man in black robes activated his power, and the crows, under his control, rushed rapidly towards Yang Fan below.

Although these crows were not particularly strong individually, the sheer number of crows released by the simultaneous use of these talismans made it difficult for Yang Fan to defend himself when they swooped down.

Fortunately, he had quite a few protective treasures on him, so although he was barely able to defend himself, he was able to hold on.

The man in black robes chuckled when he saw Yang Fan pinned down by the crows, unable to move.

"Interesting. I thought you were a master, but it seems you're nothing special."

As he spoke, the man in black robes slowly waved his hand, and a moment later, a blood-red spear appeared in his hand.

Then, wielding his spear, he immediately sped up and lunged at Yang Fan.

"Since you insist on competing with me, then I'll grant your wish."

He gripped his spear and lunged at Yang Fan with lightning speed, closing the distance to Yang Fan in an instant.

Just then, Mu Wan'er below saw this scene and was immediately shocked.

She quickly looked at Mu Qing beside her.

"Father, stop them! Tell them to stop competing!"

Upon hearing this, Mu Qing nodded and hurriedly tried to stand up to stop the competition.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, Yang Fan suddenly transmitted his voice to them.

"Don't rush, let him call again, let him get close before we talk."

Hearing this, Mu Qing tensed up and looked at Yang Fan with a puzzled expression.

"Young master, are you pretending on purpose?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan laughed.

"Yes, that's what I deliberately faked, just to lure him in and see if he'd take the bait."

"It seems this person has indeed taken the bait, which is good. I have plenty of ways to deal with him now, so you don't need to get any closer."

Hearing Yang Fan's words, Mu Qing nodded heavily, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

He was initially worried that Yang Fan would be killed by the thieves, but since Yang Fan was pretending to be unable to hold on, he immediately felt reassured.

A moment later, the man in black robes had rushed to within a few feet of Yang Fan.

Seeing that Yang Fan was struggling to fend off the crows around him and seemed to have no strength left to deal with him, the man in black robes smiled sinisterly and then thrust his spear out fiercely.

At the same time, a smile appeared on the lips of the leader of the Giant Whale Gang.

Very well, this black-robed man was a highly skilled expert he had specially invited. He had originally thought he could win this victory effortlessly.

Unexpectedly, Yang Fan appeared out of nowhere, which brought trouble.

Yang Fan was actually showing signs of competing with him for the rankings, which had made him a little nervous.

Fortunately, the expert he invited was strong enough to completely suppress this person, so there was nothing to worry about.

Just as he was pondering, the black-robed man's spear swiftly thrust towards Yang Fan, and suddenly a slight smile appeared on Yang Fan's lips.

Upon seeing Yang Fan's smile, the black-robed man's expression immediately changed.

"Damn it."

He immediately realized that Yang Fan was doing it on purpose.

Sure enough, a moment later, the sword light in Yang Fan's hand shone brightly, and then Yang Fan slashed fiercely in all directions.

In an instant, the crows were separated.

A moment later, Yang Fan leaped forward and pounced directly on the man in black robes.

This move caught the man in black off guard. He thought he could win with the help of the crow, but Yang Fan had unexpectedly lured him here.

Previously, Yang Fan had been unwilling to get close, but now it seems that this person deliberately wanted to lure him over.

At this point, the man in black robes felt a pang of regret and became tense.

He retreated frantically, staring intently at Yang Fan, thrusting his spear forward repeatedly.

Seeing Yang Fan approaching him, the man in black robes, in a moment of desperation, thrust his spear at Yang Fan's chest, and the two were instantly locked in combat.

At the same time, Yang Fan swung his sword down with a backhand stroke. The spear and the sword collided, producing a metallic clang.

Yang Fan felt a slight numbness in his tiger's mouth, and he couldn't help but take several steps back before stopping.

Yang Fan then looked up at the man in black robes, wanting to see how he was doing.

However, when Yang Fan saw that the man in black robes had only taken two steps back, his expression turned rather grim.

It was obvious that the man in black robes was physically stronger than him.

"How is this possible?"

Yang Fan found it hard to believe. Although he hadn't used all his strength in that attack, he had used at least 80%.

In this situation, he was forced to retreat more steps, which shows that the opponent's physical strength was superior to his.

At the same time, the man in black robes looked at his hands with a grim expression; the area between his thumb and forefinger was now cracked.

Although he retreated fewer steps than Yang Fan, his injuries were actually more severe.

"Damn it! You little beast, how dare you hurt me! I'll make you pay!"

The man in black robes let out a sharp shout and immediately sped up to pounce on Yang Fan.

In an instant, he thrust his spear fiercely at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan hurriedly swung his sword backhand and slashed at the spear, blocking the opponent's attack while simultaneously using the speed provided by his boots to quickly create some distance.