Chapter 1828: Another Slap

With the gambling agreement signed, the two men once again stood on the arena.

Ye Erlang was not in a hurry to make a move; instead, he looked at the other party with a smile.

"Senior Fan, I really have to thank you properly today."

Fan Xiaofeng felt something was off and asked in surprise, "What are you thanking me for?"

"Thank you for the big gift you sent me!" Ye Bufan said mockingly, "Yesterday you just sent me one billion gold coins, and today you sent over more than 3,000 fire spirit coins.

That's not all; now you're even giving up the third position on the Heaven Ranking to me. You're so enthusiastic about treating a junior, don't you think I should thank you properly?"

Fan Xiaofeng naturally understood that the other party was mocking him. He said with a sullen Face, "Kid, do you think you can beat me?"

Ye Bufan smiled slightly, "What do you think? If I wasn't confident, why would I agree to your challenge?

You don't know my strength, but I know yours very well—the third-ranked on the Heaven Ranking, a Half-Step Void Refining Realm expert."

Fan Xiaofeng's heart tightened, then he said indifferently, "Kid, are you playing mind games with me?

Let me tell you, in front of an absolute strong person, such psychological warfare is useless. If you have the ability, just show it."

His strength was among the top in the entire Cangfeng Academy. Before his challenge with Lu Xueman yesterday, he even thought he had the strength to contend for the top spot on the Heaven Ranking.

Although he ultimately lost yesterday's challenge, he still considered himself a strong person, at least not someone who would lose to this new student who had just joined the academy.

"Alright, as you wish!" Ye Bufan said, "Didn't Senior just say he wanted to cooperate with me to prove myself and let everyone see that I am worthy of my wife? Then let's start now!"

After speaking, he took a step, instantly appearing in front of Fan Xiaofeng. The speed was astonishing, almost as if he had transformed compared to before.

Previously, Ye Bufan's goal was to hide his strength, step by step luring the opponent into his trap.

But now, he had changed his strategy. Since it was the last one, there was no need to hide his strength anymore; the goal was to establish his authority.

So this time, Ye Erlang unleashed his full strength. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Fan Xiaofeng and swung his hand down in a slap.

This strike looked incredibly relaxed and casual, as if an adult was disciplining their child.

However, Fan Xiaofeng, who bore the brunt of it, looked greatly alarmed. As the person involved, he naturally sensed the power of this palm strike.

It was clearly a casual swing, yet it carried endless pressure, like a mountain crashing down, making his heart tremble.

Ye Erlang's strength, as assessed by Ye Bufan, was invincible below the Void Refining Realm.

Although Fan Xiaofeng was a Half-Step Void Refining Realm expert, he had not yet reached that level after all.

It was precisely because of this that Ye Erlang had an absolute advantage over him. Coupled with his previous performance which misled the opponent, now suddenly unleashing his full strength caught the opponent completely off guard.

In fact, at this moment, Fan Xiaofeng's heart was churning with turmoil. Wasn't the opponent already at the end of his rope? Hadn't he already spat blood and been injured? How could he still be so powerful?

The current Ye Erlang was completely different from before.

At this moment, he somewhat understood what was going on. His heart sank; it seemed he had been tricked.

Everything the opponent had shown before was a facade, intended to lure him in, and he had indeed fallen for it.

He just couldn't understand how the opponent, who was merely at the Nascent Soul Initial Stage, could possess such formidable strength?

If he had known this, he would never have gone on stage to challenge, let alone bet all his fire spirit coins.

Unfortunately, it was too late to regret now. Facing the incoming palm strike, it was too late to dodge, so he could only throw a punch, meeting it with all his might.

Then, something despairing happened to him: although his punch unleashed all his strength, it still couldn't block the incoming palm.

His fist was directly knocked aside, and then the slap landed heavily on his Face.

Thus, the scene from yesterday's challenge against Lu Xueman was replayed, almost an identical replica: a single move defeat, being knocked to the ground by the opponent, and being utterly humiliated.

"Uh…"

Although the students were already accustomed to shock, they still couldn't believe what was happening before their eyes.

On one side was the powerful third-ranked on the Heaven Ranking, and on the other was an injured new student who had just been spitting blood profusely.

Such a battle with a huge disparity in strength should have been easy to predict the outcome.

But no one expected that right from the start, the result would be completely opposite to everyone's previous conjectures. Ye Erlang slapped Fan Xiaofeng flying, which was beyond everyone's expectations.

"My goodness, what in the world is going on? Was Ye Bufan hiding his strength all this time?

"Fan Xiaofeng actually lost? Wasn't Ye Bufan injured? Shouldn't he have been easy to defeat?"

"God, what is happening? Can it get any more normal?"

The students present instantly exploded, and even Lu Xueman and Chu Lingxi couldn't believe their eyes.

Although they had all fantasized that Ye Bufan's cultivation might be very strong, they never expected it to be this powerful—a newly enrolled student instantly defeating the third-ranked on the Heaven Ranking.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe it no matter who told them; this was simply a Prodigy.

Duan Wei, Li Yunhe, and Wei Wei were even more thunderstruck, standing there dumbfounded. They had originally hoped their boss would avenge them and win back the fire spirit coins they had lost, but the result was even more tragic than their own.

At least they had all gone through a bitter struggle before, but now Fan Xiaofeng was defeated by a single slap; this was too miserable.

Fan Xiaofeng climbed up from the arena, feeling the gazes of the crowd below, his Face burning with shame.

The disparity was simply too great for him. Yesterday, he was still fantasizing about ascending to the top spot on the Heaven Ranking, only to be slapped to the ground by Lu Xueman.

Today, he wanted to regain his Face and teach this kid a good lesson, only to be slapped down again.

It was as if the two had conspired, their methods of attack were identical, yet he was powerless to resist.

Lu Xueman was already a Void Refining Realm strong person, there was nothing he could do about that, but what the hell was this guy? He clearly couldn't sense the aura of a master, so why was he so powerful?

"Bastard, I'll fight you to the death!"

Shameful and enraged, Fan Xiaofeng's eyes turned bloodshot. He scrambled up from the ground, his figure flickering, and lunged at Ye Bufan.

He could admit defeat to Lu Xueman, but not to this person. The hatred in his heart and the pride of a Heaven Ranking strong person would not allow him to bow to an utterly unknown freshman.

His speed was extremely fast, transforming into nine phantoms in the blink of an eye, instantly surrounding Ye Bufan in the center.

"Nine-Shadow Clone Technique!"

Seeing this, Duan Wei and the others immediately shouted excitedly, "Boss has used his ultimate move! This kid is dead!"

(Uh, the number of fire spirit coins mentioned earlier was miscalculated; it should have been 17,000. If Black Beer says his math was taught by a P.E. teacher, I wonder if the P.E. teacher will take the blame.)