Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

Let's see if I can break through Fang Yan's solid defense before I burn out completely!

boom--

The flames burst forth with a dazzling red light once more, and Zhang Ruoxue's aura rose another level.

"Hey...he's coming again..."

Fang Yan, who had transformed into a phantom and retreated to a distance to assume a defensive stance, couldn't help but smile bitterly.

In fact, he had already been forced to raise his cultivation level to the minor completion stage of the Profound Gate Realm. There was no other way; the power of that icy arm was not at all at the Profound Gate Realm level. If he had only maintained the entry level of the Profound Gate Realm, he would probably have been beaten unconscious long ago.

—Just as Zhang Ruoxue had said, she really forced Fang Yan to reduce the amount of water he released.

Even so, he could still sense that Zhang Ruoxue's boxing style was definitely not a common, ordinary style. Its exquisite nature surprised even him, who was well-versed in the art of boxing. If it weren't for the fact that the Naiwan School was currently engaged in a fierce battle, he would have really wanted to sit down and discuss it with Zhang Ruoxue.

And the bigger problem is...

He's almost out of control.

Fang Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead. Just as his vision was partially obscured, a beautiful figure engulfed in flames appeared before him, riding on a fiery lotus with an absolutely domineering presence.

His brain was frantically warning him, forcing him to raise his arms and cross them in front of his chest!

Just half a second before Zhang Ruoxue's iron fist, pulsating with flames, was about to touch Fang Yan's chest, Fang Yan clamped it tightly between his hands. At the same time, a huge, fire-god-like phantom behind her also unleashed a punch.

A fierce wind howled as Fang Yan stomped his right foot on the ground, and a gray-black tornado rapidly spread outward from him.

The swift wind and the blazing iron fist collided, and the spiritual energy between the two collided with each other. Finally, after bursting out with a series of booming sounds, they both disappeared!

Fang Yan, meanwhile, held Zhang Ruoxue's icy right arm between his hands and grinned.

The opponent's sudden acceleration caught him off guard. He originally thought that Zhang Ruoxue's speed was only so-so, but he didn't expect that she had really held back.

Fortunately, I reacted quickly enough; otherwise, that punch would have been enough to decide the outcome of the fight.

hiss--

The sound of someone gasping for air.

Fang Yan's eyes widened, and a sense of unease suddenly rose in his heart. He subconsciously wanted to retreat from where he was.

But he was too late.

Wing Chun: Inch Power!

A short burst of power, concentrating all the body's strength into a single point, the body like a longbow, the fist like an arrow.

An indescribable force instantly shattered Fang Yan's arms. At the critical moment, Fang Yan subtly twisted his body, deflecting some of the force, but he still flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

He rolled several times on the spot, and as he got up in a disheveled state, Zhang Ruoxue rushed in front of him again.

Fang Yan looked surprised, as if he hadn't realized that Zhang Ruoxue was so fast.

Zhang Ruoxue was certain that her opponent had never expected her to use her inch-force technique!

Therefore, while knocking Fang Yan away, she anticipated his landing point and swooped down at top speed—

Fang Yan, who had just gotten up from the ground, had no time to adjust his posture, and this was Zhang Ruoxue's best opportunity to attack!

The ice crystals burned, and the arm armor on the icy arm burst forth with a dazzling crimson light.

Overflowing with spiritual energy, Zhang Ruoxue's punch will be her all-out attack. Even if Fang Yan tries to resist, the terrifying force will completely render him unable to fight back.

—We succeeded!

Zhang Ruoxue almost shouted it out.

The others watching from the sidelines were also worried for Fang Yan. Under these circumstances, almost everyone believed that Fang Yan would be defeated.

But Yunping narrowed his eyes.

"Not so fast... We're still one step away from winning."

His figure transformed into a black shadow, and just as he was about to be hit, Fang Yan vanished from Zhang Ruoxue's sight.

He had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

Possessing the footwork techniques of ancient times, Fang Yan has the ability to turn the tide in adversity. In fact, he had already been forced to use this footwork once before, but at that time Zhang Ruoxue was only focused on attacking and did not pay any attention to his strange footwork that could instantly change his position.

At this moment, her indifference will become her downfall.

Zhang Ruoxue stared silently at the black shadow that had vanished into nothingness before her. She could feel the hurricane, more violent than any she had ever experienced before, sweeping in behind her.

Fang Yan leaped into the air above Zhang Ruoxue. He looked at Zhang Ruoxue, who still had her back to him, and chuckled softly.

Although I feel very sorry for that senior, now... Miss Zhang...

—I'm sending you away from this fighting arena!

A resolute look flashed in Fang Yan's eyes, and six magic arrays appeared on each of his black gauntlets!

Fang Yan unleashed his full spiritual energy with unwavering frenzy. This was a deadly strike, one he had been waiting for. He was willing to expose an opening so that Zhang Ruoxue, who had little combat experience, would fall into the trap he had meticulously designed!

He wanted to use this to win the fight.

With the force of his punch pressing down, he believed that Zhang Ruoxue could not possibly turn around, judge the direction of the attack, and then make a blocking or dodging action in such a short time.

He was clever, and indeed saved his decisive blow for last.

But Zhang Ruoxue still took that step.

—What Yunping said was the final step to winning.

Zhang Ruoxue didn't need to turn around, didn't need to judge the direction of Fang Yan's attack, and didn't need to defend or dodge.

When Fang Yan unleashed his long-awaited punch, she simply turned her back to him, then turned her fist down and forcefully punched the ground in front of her!

Her fist, unsurprisingly, slammed into the ground.

Yes, she missed; she didn't hit anything.

But the fiery phantom that appeared behind her did not—

Like a war god descending from the heavens, flames burned the sky. The several-meter-tall fiery giant was perfectly synchronized with Zhang Ruoxue. The instant Zhang Ruoxue swung her iron fist downwards, it also raised its fiery iron fist, which was several times wider than a person, and smashed it down with all its might!

"what?!"

The flames engulfed Fang Yan, who was filled with astonishment, in the next second.

At the same moment, the gale blew away Zhang Ruoxue's smile.

The two struck each other almost simultaneously!

This was absolutely unexpected by everyone. The crowd outside the arena stared in disbelief at the gray hurricane that was raging inside and the blazing flames.

They were completely bewildered.

Even Chu Xin was shocked and opened her mouth wide. Yun Ping felt that stuffing two eggs in at this time shouldn't be a big problem.

Amazing, absolutely amazing.

Chu Chenxi was the first to recover from the shock. He grabbed Yun Ping's clothes and asked excitedly, "Who...who won?! Uncle, you can tell, right? Who won?!"

So please don't call me uncle!

Yun Ping silently complained to himself, then decided not to bother with this obviously deliberately sarcastic girl any longer. He glanced at the two people in the arena and casually remarked, "They hit each other around the same time, but if I had to say, Fang Yan was a little faster."

Upon hearing this, Chu Xin turned her head and asked, "So, Fang Yan won?"

"It's just that he hit Ruoxue a little faster... To be honest, it has nothing to do with winning or losing."

"What does that have to do with winning or losing?" Chu Chenxi tilted her head.

Yunping didn't speak, but silently turned his gaze to the fighting arena where the flames and waves were gradually calming down.

Everyone followed his gaze.

Not far away.

Zhang Ruoxue propped up her torn and bleeding body. She had been ravaged by the wind and waves, and her left arm and legs were covered with wounds from the wind blades... Blood was constantly oozing from them.

She struggled to support herself with her icy arms, her vision blurring, and it was clear that she was teetering on the brink of losing consciousness and falling into a deep sleep.

Finally, she stood up.

He was panting heavily, his neck tilted back, too weak to even speak.

Her gaze fell on Fang Yan, who lay motionless on the ground not far away, deep in a pit. His eyes were fixed on Zhang Ruoxue.

Both of them had exhausted their spiritual energy.

To be honest, Fang Yan still had a lot of spiritual energy left unused. He was at the peak of the Spirit Platform stage and was about to step into the Transformation Peak stage, entering the Lan level. However, at this moment, he had suppressed his cultivation to the minor completion stage of the Profound Gate stage.

However, he had no intention of releasing the remaining spiritual energy, and instead looked at Zhang Ruoxue with a wry smile.

"A very powerful fist technique..."

The exquisite nature of Wing Chun left him in awe.

"Excellent judgment..."

In that final instant, using the phantom of flame formed by the magical artifact, he launched an unexpected attack on him.

He closed his eyes, recalling a fight that had greatly benefited him.

In the end, all the words can be summed up in one sentence.

"Ms. Zhang, you win—I concede."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Yan was teleported away.

Zhang Ruoxue smiled, but the light in her eyes vanished, and she lost her balance and fell forward.

With her spiritual energy exhausted and her physical body severely injured, she should have already lost consciousness and been judged a failure.

But she persevered with a willpower that was beyond the reach of ordinary people. She knew that she had to win this victory standing up.

That's why she struggled to stand up, that's why she endured such painful injuries, and that even as her consciousness teetered on the edge of darkness, she had to stay standing.

As it turned out, she did persevere to the end.

The winner of the tenth round of the battle among all factions—

Zhang Ruoxue.

111. I'm sending you a stroke of good fortune.