Chapter 1701: Chapter 1570: The Buddha Takes the Stage
Even Yaling’s confidence is somewhat shaken, not to mention Hu Fei and the others?
Ye Fan was confined in the golden cage, having exhausted all kinds of means, yet unable to break free, which made Hu Fei and the others sweat for him.
"Brother Ye, give up. Don’t do pointless struggling. Unless you can imbue yourself with Wen Qi, you absolutely cannot break my Heavenly Prison." Wen TaDou spoke again.
In fact, his consumption of Wen Qi was also extremely severe. He never expected Ye Fan to be so persistent. Fortunately, using the Heavenly Prison to trap Ye Fan, otherwise, the loser would have definitely been him.
"Could it be that I really can’t break this cage?"
Ye Fan didn’t believe it; he firmly believed that he could break free, the problem was he just hadn’t found the method yet.
Covering his fist using Tao Marks, this method he had already tried before, with no effect.
If he couldn’t break the cage, he would have to admit defeat, but due to his naturally competitive nature, he was unwilling to concede, momentarily leaving him helpless.
However, Wen TaDou’s words just now indeed reminded him.
That’s it!
Wen Qi, Ye Fan worked hard to recall how he had managed it in the Four Seasons Garden, and soon he was enlightened, grasping the key to it.
Embodying Wen Qi, the so-called Wen Qi is actually a mysterious force that poems evoke from the heavens and the earth. Only by reciting poetry can one possibly resonate with this force and thus use it.
Thinking of this, Ye Fan gave a mysterious smile, saying, "Watch me break your cage!"
With that said, behind Ye Fan appeared a Holy Embryo identical to himself, clad in armor, with Tao Marks moving across it, as if the Heavenly Emperor had descended.
"When the sea reaches its end, the sky makes the shore, climbing the peak I become the summit!"
"Who at the end of the Immortal Path will see, only lamenting the Great Emperor throughout eternity!"
Ye Fan was inspired suddenly, and these four lines emerged in his mind, involuntarily recited. The Holy Embryo behind him mimicked his actions, the same voice echoed throughout the Life and Death Battle Arena.
The next moment, Ye Fan’s entire aura soared, his hands grasping the golden fence, dividing it left and right, breaking open, stepping out of the cage with a stride.
"Uh..."
Wen TaDou’s jaw dropped, unable to utter a single word about trapping or killing, as Ye Fan appeared before him, exuding immense pressure, rendering Wen TaDou completely stunned.
"Getting close to me, you’ve already lost."
Ye Fan’s hand gestured lightly on Wen TaDou’s neck, not striking a fatal blow.
At this moment, Wen TaDou finally came to his senses, clasping his hands to Ye Fan, "Brother Ye, your talent is truly admirable, the rumors are not false. You indeed can embody Wen Qi, seemingly stronger than me. How is this possible?"
This question was destined to remain unanswered, as even Ye Fan himself did not know how he possessed this special ability of embodying Wen Qi.
"Brother Ye, I have lost, next time we must drink together, I intend to seek your guidance on poetry."
Wen TaDou conceded voluntarily, stepping down from the battle arena.
Swish!
In an instant, everyone’s gaze refocused on Ye Fan.
At this moment, Ye Fan once again became the center of attention for all.
Nobody expected that in the final moments, Ye Fan could indeed embody Wen Qi, break Wen TaDou’s golden cage, and ultimately turn the tables.
The Buddha from the Western Region, Yu chanzi, felt a surge of interest. He had long seen that Ye Fan’s physical strength was extraordinary. In close combat, no one in the same realm was his opponent.
However—
Yu chanzi practiced Buddhist Sect’s Great Divine Power, the Ten foot Golden Body, his body equally immensely strong, purely in physical combat, he was unrivaled in the Western Region, with no opponent in the same realm.
After Wen TaDou exited, Yu chanzi uttered a Buddhist chant, flew to the stage, and addressed Ye Fan, "I see Brother Ye’s physical strength unrivaled, how about we spar, purely comparing martial arts without using Divine Power Secret Skills?"
"Ye Fan shines too brightly, defeating two super demon-level young strong people consecutively, it seems everyone regards him as a target. Whoever can defeat him can undoubtedly be considered the number one of the younger generation."
Witnessing this scene, many people were discussing, thinking Ye Fan’s sharpness was too exposed, attracting too much attention, which may not bode well for his future.
It must be known that in this world, those who envy him always outnumber those who admire him!
But, some believed Yu chanzi was taking advantage of the situation because Ye Fan had just battled the technique-filled Wen TaDou, consuming significant Divine Power and physical strength. To challenge Ye Fan at this moment was clearly unfair to Ye Fan.
Hmm?
Ye Fan also felt a sense of alertness, knowing that Yu chanzi must have extraordinary abilities in physical strength and martial arts, otherwise he wouldn’t propose a pure sparring of physical martial techniques at this time.
"Good!"
Nevertheless, Ye Fan wasn’t afraid, in terms of physical toughness, he feared no one and was eager to find an opponent to test his limits, so he gladly accepted.
"What? He actually agreed?"
"Is he insane? Battling consecutively against three demon-level young strong people surpassing the Saint Heir, can he really do it?"
"The desire for fame and fortune can truly kill!"
Everyone present was astonished that Ye Fan actually agreed. In their view, Ye Fan had already consecutively defeated two hidden super demons taught by ancient masters, and he could stop there.
"Does he really think he’s invincible?"
"Still wants to be supreme among the younger generation? Truly doesn’t know the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth!"
"This time he’s definitely going to lose. The cultivation techniques and martial arts of the Western Region are vastly different from the other four regions. It’s said that this Buddha is destined to prove the Buddhist fruit, has cultivated the supreme divine power of the Buddhist sect, and possesses a ten-foot Golden Body. Even if Ye’s body is strong, this time he will surely be defeated without doubt."
Some cultivators who were displeased with Ye Fan sneered as they discussed, convinced that Ye Fan couldn’t possibly defeat Yu Chanzi, known as the Buddha, after having already battled the successor of the Clumsy Fist, Li Yu’er, and Emperor Wen’s successor, Wen TaDou.
Those lost Holy Lands and Wu Shang Sects sneered even more, regardless of whether their saints were killed by Ye Fan or if they were at fault. They didn’t wish to see Ye Fan rise strongly.
If Ye Fan could indeed defeat everyone in the younger generation, he would definitely be a formidable enemy in the future, and having such an adversary wouldn’t be good for them.
But now they were already on the tiger’s back, with hatred already forged with Ye Fan. The only option was to kill him in the cradle before he fully grew up, denying him the opportunity to rise.
However, today’s occasion wasn’t suitable for such actions, or else they couldn’t help but take action and commit acts of destruction.
Hu Fei, Shi Ye, Han Sandong, and the others were dumbfounded as well. They didn’t expect Ye Fan to agree so readily, knowing that Yu Chanzi’s realm was originally higher than Ye Fan’s. In such a situation, in a confrontation purely relying on physical strength, Ye Fan was undoubtedly at a disadvantage.
"Don’t agree!"
Yaling was also anxious. Although she knew Ye Fan’s body was extremely strong, according to information obtained by the Treasure Pavilion, this Buddha named Yu Chanzi also had a very powerful body, and Ye Fan may not be able to easily defeat him.
Unfortunately, it was too late, Ye Fan had already agreed, and Yu Chanzi had already mounted the battle arena. The sparring was about to begin.
Yu Chanzi wore a coarse monk’s robe, his bald head shining, ears round, face full of compassion like a Buddha statue, looking every bit like an accomplished high monk, youthful yet filled with righteousness.
"Brother Ye, this humble monk won’t take advantage of you. You can rest for just a moment to recover your strength." Yu Chanzi said.
"No need, Brother Buddha, please teach me."
Ye Fan flicked his garment and made a courteous gesture with one hand, which was very graceful, causing many female cultivators outside to stare with admiration, almost getting lost in his charm.
Beside the Ancient Prince of the Yuehua Dynasty, Princess Yue Bai’s eyes also sparkled repeatedly, subconsciously clenching her beautiful fists.
Yu Chanzi smiled broadly like a gentle spring breeze, saying: "Brother Ye, no need to be polite. You can call me Yu Chanzi. As for the title ’Buddha,’ it’s just flattery from others. This humble monk dares not assume such a title."
"You also know that’s other people’s flattery, huh? I think you definitely don’t dare to assume it and certainly don’t deserve it," the Demon Sect Young Master coldly mocked.
"Uh..."
Many people were stunned, long aware that the Western Regions Buddhist Sect and the Demon Sect were mortal enemies, but they didn’t expect their competition to be so fierce.
The Old Emperor of the Yuehua Dynasty and Xuan Ancestor Ling Yunzhi of the Ling Family seemed thoughtful, then raised their heads with a knowing smile.
Facing the Demon Sect Young Master’s mockery, Yu Chanzi was not angry, seemingly accustomed to it, not even glancing at the Demon Sect Young Master, as if he hadn’t heard anything.
"Brother Yu Chan, please!"
Ye Fan focused all his attention, thunder-powered divine strength filling his body, emitting a faint purple glow, making him look extraordinarily imposing.
"This humble monk is rude."
Yu Chanzi uttered the Buddha’s name, his earthy monk’s robe shrouded in a faint golden light, nine divine rings appearing behind his head, making him truly resemble a Buddha.
"Bang!"
Yu Chanzi’s palm struck, the entire hand glowing brightly, like a small sun, striking at Ye Fan’s face.
"Good move!"
Ye Fan shouted lightly, swinging his fist to meet it, using the Emperor Xuan Fist for the first strike. He realized that battling these demon-level strong people required the use of emperor-level martial arts, as domineering fist techniques no longer sufficed.
With this punch, Ye Fan didn’t let the Punch Ray emerge, but incorporated it into his fist, the whole fist resembling a purple diamond.
Gold and purple, two small suns collided fiercely, bursting with brilliant light, making the entire battlefield seem like the creation of the world, filled with chaos power.
Everyone was dazzled by the shining light, unable to open their eyes, unsure of what happened on the battlefield.
"Whoosh!"
After one strike, the two simultaneously flew back a hundred feet, observing each other from two hundred feet apart.
Ye Fan was shocked, realizing from the first strike that Yu Chanzi’s strength not only matched his but that his body was equally sturdy.
As strong as his body was, this collision made his fist ache deeply, nearly fracturing his finger bones.
Little did he know that Yu Chanzi was even more shocked. This strike was his strongest attack, using a special secret technique from the ten-foot Golden Body, making his fist comparable to a mid-stage Lord Realm spiritual treasure.
However—
At this moment, his palm was almost cramped, trembling continuously inside his robe sleeve!
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