Despite the indifference in his tone, contempt and disdain shone in his eyes.
He was confident in his abilities. He knew he was the stronger one between the two.
He treated enemies of the Chu family with the same calmness and contempt. Ye Fan was no exception.
As he shook his head, Chu Yuan delivered another punch.
The punch was light but it ventured a storm!
The immense power behind it nearly crushed the void.
Everyone watched as Chu Yuan released one brute punch after another.
The thought of his strength exceeding the limits of a Supreme crossed their mind.
Fear would have caused an ordinary person to surrender instantly.
But not Ye Fan. He continued to amass his energy at his own pace until a loud howl pierced through the sky.
“Invoke the Celestial Sky!”
“Cloud Sun Kick!”
Ye Fan stood in midair as he bent the air around him into a sword, launching a barrage of vigorous attacks.
Raising his leg, he slammed it forcefully toward Chu Yuan.
“What?”
“Invoke the Celestial Sky?”
“Again?”
“How can a young man like him unleash it again and again?”
“His elemental force was too formidable than anyone expected!”
Many bystanders were stunned at Ye Fan unleashing the Invoke the Celestial Sky move again.
It was a fact that the more powerful a technique, the more it drained one's elemental force, just like the Ice Fire Dragon unleashed by the Dragon Slayers earlier.
They had only unleashed it once, yet it drained all of their energies. Till then, they hadn't recovered.
But the same couldn't be applied to Ye Fan.
From the beginning till now, he had fought with Chu Zhengliang, then went into battle against the Cloud Sun Immortal Army, and subsequently defeated the Demonic Duo.
Each one of Ye Fan's opponents was the elite of the martial arts world.
But under such circumstances, he still had energy left to fight Chu Yuan.
“This young man's capability in prolonged battles is terrifying.”
“I wonder what technique he learned?”
Many were stunned at the mysterious Ye Fan and his ability to surprise them each time.
“But it's useless. He couldn't defeat Chu Yuan in his prime. So why does he think he can do it now? Even if his performance had defied the norm, he still couldn't change the ending.”
Japan's martial arts leader, Mochizuki Kawa, shook his head regretfully.
Chu Yuan's combat prowess was obvious.
The gap between the two was like the distance between the earth and the sky.
No one believed that Ye Fan would be able to turn the tables under such circumstances.
Despite the bystander's pessimism, Ye Fan didn't give up.
He growled through gritted teeth and brought forth the remaining energy deep within his core, disregarding the consequences.
Ye Fan felt an excruciating pain in his tendons and darkness covered his vision, probably due to the much energy consumed within the short period of time.
But he still stood firm.
It has been thirteen years. Countless days and nights passed in my wait. Countless rains and storms have I waded through. Bracing through numerous life and death situations, I have finally reached here after giving my all. There's only Chu Yuan left standing between me and my goal. This is the closest I have ever come to my dream. My long-awaited goal is finally a hair's breadth away. I can't and refused to give up. I don't know if I have the courage to start all over again if I retreated this time. I have waited too long for this. I have given my youth to this path. I can't accept failure. I won't allow it. Gaius had told me there would be hope as long as I didn't give up and live to fight another day. But they don't know that my hope is almost gone. All my passion, hot-bloodedness, hatred had been drained.
Ye Fan had arranged for the aftermath in case of his death before he departed for Mount Chumen. Since then, he had made the decision to fight till his death.
I won't retreat even if I die on the battlefield on Mount Chumen. I know there is no point of return. I was already forced to a corner. I know the Chu family and Chu Yuan too well. They won't let me live. If so, there's nothing to be afraid of. I'm going to fight till my last breath.
And so, Ye Fan had squeezed the last of his energy out.
With all his might, the veins on his entire body swelled and bulged. Bloody tears streaked from his eyes.
If one possessed an X-Ray vision, one would notice the tearing of numerous tendons in his body.
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