Chapter 222: Unrivaled

Shangguan Sheng, the only one present who recognized Jiang Fan, was still refining elixirs. The other elders also nodded in agreement.

"Only a disciple of the Giant Sect could train their physique to withstand attacks from a Foundation Establishment Stage Seven cultivator."

"Moreover, he's a talent with exceptional potential."

"Give this young man ten years, and the Giant Sect will gain another elder-level powerhouse to shoulder its burdens."

Jiang Fan retracted his leg. Looking at Luo Tianjiao, who was covered in abrasions, he said calmly: "I told you already, you're no match."

Luo Tianjiao, already filled with shame, felt utterly humiliated upon hearing the words "you're no match"!

"I'll fight you!" she shrieked, rushing back onto the platform, ready to continue.

Jiang Fan ignored her and looked at the somewhat stunned referee. The referee was clearly bewildered by such an unexpected outcome. When he came back to his senses, he quickly reprimanded angrily: "Luo Tianjiao! Get down! Otherwise, you'll be punished according to sect rules!"

Luo Tianjiao's body trembled, fearing the sect's rules. She could only clench her teeth and stare at Jiang Fan, retreating with extreme reluctance.

Jiang Fan then raised his gaze, looking at Hua Xiangchen, Li Shiqian, and Wang Yunguo, whose expressions were stiff. They had thought Jiang Fan could last at most five moves. However, the truth was, Luo Tianjiao was no match for him, not even in a single exchange!

Now, being watched by Jiang Fan, all three of them looked displeased. Especially Wang Yunguo! Luo Tianjiao's defeat was equivalent to Green Bamboo Peak losing face!

He slapped his chair and stood up abruptly. "Arrogant!" Wang Yunguo scoffed heavily. "A good-for-nothing from the Azure Cloud Sect! You picked up some shady body-refining techniques halfway and dare to show off your might in my Grand Supreme Sect! And you dare to bully my junior sister? Both of you, please sit tight; I'll be back in a flash!"

After speaking, he stepped onto the platform with his hands behind his back. His appearance immediately drew cheers from the Grand Supreme Sect disciples.

"Green Bamboo Peak's Senior Disciple is here!"

"Hahaha! This kid must be regretting it already, right? To think he provoked Senior Disciple Wang Yunguo to take action!"

"Senior Disciple Wang is a top-tier expert at Foundation Establishment Stage Nine, and his set of fist techniques is incredibly powerful!"

"Jiang Fan's small physique certainly can't withstand a single punch from Senior Disciple Wang."

And seeing Wang Yunguo step forward for her, Luo Tianjiao couldn't help but wipe away tears of grievance: "Waaah! Senior Disciple Wang, you must avenge me! Look at him, he even took away my hair!"

Hearing this, Wang Yunguo's gaze towards Jiang Fan grew even colder. He slightly raised his chin, looking down his nose at Jiang Fan, and scoffed: "Hitting a woman so hard, are you even a man?"

Jiang Fan was not at all intimidated by his accusation; on the contrary, he was very calm. "If I recall correctly, I said at the beginning that she was no match and you should come directly. But you insisted on thinking yourself too mighty and disdained fighting me. You insisted on having your junior sister go first. I didn't even use any techniques and was already trying my best to suppress my strength. If she suffered such injuries, is it because she's too weak, or because you wouldn't listen to advice?"

Wang Yunguo's expression froze. Indeed, that was the truth. But who could have imagined that Jiang Fan, despite his poor spiritual root, concealed such a formidable body-refining technique?

He scoffed heavily: "Enough nonsense! I'll represent my junior sister and seek justice! I won't bully you; I'll let you have three moves first. After three moves, you either surrender or I'll knock you off with one punch! There is no third option!"

Jiang Fan chuckled. "As expected of siblings from the same master; when it comes to being unreasonable, they are practically carved from the same mold. No need to hold back, lest you be like your junior sister and refuse to admit defeat after losing."

Jiang Fan waved his hand. He really didn't want to get into any more trouble with their junior sister. The sooner he dealt with Wang Yunguo and let him know that Yan Yuqing was not someone to be easily bullied, the sooner he could get away.

Wang Yunguo laughed angrily: "You think I can't afford to lose? What a joke! How could I possibly lose to someone like you! It seems my challenging you has given you inexplicable courage! I originally intended to let you have three moves, so that outsiders wouldn't say I, Wang Yunguo, was bullying the weak. Since you're so arrogant, then I'll fulfill your wish! Referee, I'm ready!"

Jiang Fan said expressionlessly: "I'm also ready; we can start anytime."

The referee looked at Jiang Fan with some concern. After a slight hesitation, he said: "Remember the rules: no malicious harming of others." He then exited the platform and said: "Begin!"

In the spectator stands, Cheng Xiaoleng sighed with a worried expression: "Alas! Things have still come to this point! Senior Disciple Wang looks so displeased; he definitely won't go easy."

Chai Yingrong was filled with worry: "Jiang Fan is in big trouble now; I hope the referee can stop it in time."

At this moment, the two girls noticed that Yan Yuqing was only frowning deeply. She wasn't as anxious as the two of them.

Cheng Xiaoleng said suspiciously: "Yuqing, you don't actually think your Martial Uncle can still win against Senior Disciple Wang, do you?"

"This..." Yan Yuqing showed a hint of hesitation and said: "Whether he wins or not, it's hard to say. But, he probably won't lose too badly. Before coming here, Martial Uncle disciplined Jiang Qin for me. In front of Martial Uncle, Jiang Qin was completely helpless."

The two girls were greatly shocked.

"Jiang Qin is at Foundation Establishment Stage Eight cultivation, and I heard she even mastered a movement technique!"

"If she can't win, she can't even run away?"

Yan Yuqing nodded. This made the two girls unable to believe that Jiang Fan, with no spiritual root, was truly so strong.

The Grand Supreme Sect Master also looked somewhat worried and instructed: "Keep an eye on Wang Yunguo; the way he is, he doesn't seem like he'll stop short of seriously harming him."

The elders nodded in agreement.

"The Giant Sect is very overbearing. If anything happens to their disciple in our Grand Supreme Sect, they will absolutely not let it go."

"Don't worry, we're watching. Wang Yunguo won't be able to deliver a fatal blow."

On the other side, Hua Xiangchen. Looking at the enraged Wang Yunguo, a knowing smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he muttered to himself. "Jiang Fan, Jiang Fan, this time you've hit a tough spot, haven't you?"

Li Shiqian leisurely held her teacup and said: "I'm very curious to see how many blows Jiang Fan's proud physique can withstand from Junior Disciple Wang."

*Thump—*

On the platform, Wang Yunguo made the first move. With a push of his right foot, he, a cultivator at Foundation Establishment Stage Nine, immediately unleashed astonishing power that made one's eyes light up. Powerful spiritual energy and a high-grade Profound-tier cultivation technique. A single palm strike came like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, unstoppable! An ordinary disciple encountering this move would be intimidated before even fighting.

Jiang Fan nodded slightly and said: "He does have some skill. Much stronger than your junior sister."

Hearing the condescending remark, Wang Yunguo laughed in anger: "Who do you think you are to judge me? Get down!"

His palm force was vigorous, striking swiftly, accurately, and fiercely. Jiang Fan lowered his hands from behind his back and said: "Alright, then let me test the limits of my body technique. Nine Forms of Battling Heaven! Mountain Collapse!"

*Boom—*

For the first time, he combined his Phoenix Blood Sacred Body with a high-grade Profound-tier close-combat technique. With one punch, its power was incomparable to before!

The two, with a punch and a palm, collided fiercely like two iron rods, striking each other violently, emitting a dull thud that made one's teeth ache.

*Thud, thud, thud—*

One of them staggered back several steps! And when they clearly saw who had stumbled back, from the Sect Master and elders down to the disciples, all gasped in astonishment!