Vol 2 Chapter 47.2 (1/2)
Chapter 47.2
Book 2 - Fame Spreads
Chapter 47.2
Fan Vastsun clasped his hands, deeply bowed, and said, “Gentlemen, this affair has already spread so far out, words would not serve any purpose. I, Fan Vastsun, am nothing but an insignificant junior. On this eve, I don’t dare be arrogant and only wish to be the cartman who pushes the horse to serve a modest beginning. I wonder which of you gentlemen will come and join me.”
Everybody felt a bit strange at this moment. They also knew that today’s ordeal wouldn’t be settled with mere words and would be decided on the basis of a battle fought with true swords and spears. However, n.o.body expected that Fan Vastsun would be the first person to come forward.
Yuan Zeyu’s brows severely creased. He knew Fan Vastsun’s strength, but also knew that in his family’s young generation, there was no genius with seventh layer Internal Energy. However, to let second generation enter the field, he couldn’t bring himself to open his mouth.
Fan Vastsun chuckled and suddenly said, “Brother He Yitian, previously, your n.o.ble father battled against my two uncles. That memory has always remained fresh in my mind. I know that I’m no match for your father, I don’t dare challenge him. However, what I wish…. is to have a battle with you, is it possible?”
He Yitain faintly started, then revealed a confident smile and said, “Since brother Fan is interested, I will take you up on the offer.”
Flicking his sleeves, he unhesitatingly walked out.
As he walked out, Yuan Zeyu and others also felt at ease. Among their group, only He Yitian and He Yiming were the best options to deal with this situation.
The two arrived in the center of the ground. Neither of the two brought out any weapons. They cupped their hands towards each other confronted each other from afar.
However, this situation only remained for a few moments before Fan Vastsun’s body began to move as smoothly and naturally as drifting clouds and flowing water.
He cultivated water-type techniques. He Yitian, however, cultivated earth-type techniques. If the two remained in a deadlock and didn’t make a move, he would receive the short end of the stick in terms of aura.
Therefore after briefly confronting each other, he immediately acted out first.
As soon as he moved, his whole being began to glide forward, as if wheels had been fitted below his legs and the ground was extremely smooth.
Almost at the same time, his palm erected up and water-type Internal Energy was instantly pushed to the peak.
Although he was not even thirty, his Internal Energy had already attained the seventh layer’s peak, and he could make the breakthrough into the eighth layer at any moment. This strike was issued by concentrating all Internal Energy inside his body. One could even say that he wished to accomplish the victory in one move.
He Yitian cultivated earth-type techniques, which meant paying particular attention to steadiness. However, if he were to retreat from the very first strike of the opponent, it would be anything but steadiness.
Fan Vastsun had made complete preparations before acting out. As long as He Yitian took a step back, his battle skill would burst forth like unceasing torrents of a flowing river. At that time, he would even put himself at the risk of suffering a serious injury to kill this person.
As long as this person died, He Quanxin, as his father, would certainly lose his mind. At that moment, it would be commendable even if he were to display eighty percent of his skill.
If the father and son truly died at their hands, the mission given by Lu Xinwen would be accomplished without any issues.
As soon as he thought about receiving tutelage under a Xiantian cultivator and even a chance to enter t
he Xiantian realm in future, his heart burned with pa.s.sion.
However, right at this moment, He Yitian, who stood before his eyes, raised his palms. The latter’s two palms stood steady like a boulder as if they had met their two fated lovers in the two palms that were coming at him like a rainstorm. The four palms resolutely collided.
Suddenly and instantaneously, a huge, imaginable power gushed out of He Yitian’s palms.
Fan Vastsun cried out as his body suddenly rose up and turned upside down. He made a loop in the air, then steadily landed on the ground. However, his vision, which was on He Yitian, was full of horror and incredulity.
Although this palm strike’s strength was not at the seventh layer’s peak, it was not much farther either, almost seeming to be separated by nothing but a fine line.
His complexion suddenly turned quite unsightly. It turned out that Xiao Yifan actually made an error. He Yitian’s Internal Energy was not at the middle of seventh layer, but was already approaching the peak.
The difference between their Internal Energies was limited and adding the relation of mutual restraint on top, his palm strike was naturally unable to make He Yitian move, and thus, all of his subsequent preparations turned into mere dreams.
However, since they had already exchanged blows, he couldn’t withdraw just like this. He gnashed his teeth and charged forward once again. Like a sliding mud fish, his whole being spiraled towards He Yitian.
The moment he’d retreated, he’d already changed his tactics.