Chapter 725: Five Sect Competition (5)

After Wu Yifan led Piao Feng and the others into the Small World for the duel, they saw five figures standing at the other end. Clearly, they were their opponents for this battle.

As Wu Yifan's group of five entered the Small World, a voice rang out from outside in the next second.

"Both sides have entered the battlefield. The battle begins now. It will only end when one side admits defeat."

As the voice faded, the five forbidden beings on the opposite side were the first to strike, charging toward Wu Yifan and his group. They knew how powerful Wu Yifan was, so they had to strike first to have even a sliver of a chance; otherwise, they were certain to die.

But clearly, they had overestimated their own strength.

Watching them charge, Wu Yifan stopped Piao Feng and the other three who were about to act, saying, "There's no need for you to step in. I'll handle these few myself."

After Wu Yifan spoke, he made his move. In just an instant, he killed and refined all five forbidden beings. In the Five Sect Competition, life and death were generally disregarded, providing a legitimate opportunity to kill and refine forbidden beings of the same race.

Behind him, Piao Feng and the three others were dazed by Wu Yifan's swift and decisive actions. However, they quickly recovered and began to flatter him.

"Senior is truly a Disciple of the Gu Yuan Academy; your talent and strength are indeed terrifying."

"Senior, we're relying on you this time. We hope you can carry us to victory!"

"Don't worry, Senior, we definitely won't hold you back."

Hearing their excessive compliments, Wu Yifan's expression remained calm as he said, "Let's go. We'll wait for the battle the day after tomorrow."

Although they were powerful, for experts of their level, battles didn't last long—especially since those in charge wanted to finish quickly and wouldn't arrange opponents of equal strength.

Hearing this, Piao Feng and the others nodded in agreement.

Just as Wu Yifan expected, within a single day of their battle ending, the fights in the other Small World battlefields also concluded.

Information about their second opponent appeared before Wu Yifan. Their strength was still not great, with no Level Eleven existences. Most were Level Ten, and some were even weaker than the opponents Wu Yifan had killed in the first round.

According to Wu Yifan's estimation, this level of combat would likely continue for dozens of matches before he would face a Level Eleven opponent.

But even against a Level Eleven, Wu Yifan felt no fear; after all, his foundation was right there.

As time passed, a full month went by. During this month, Wu Yifan went through no less than twenty battles. None of his opponents exceeded Level Ten, so Piao Feng and the others weren't needed. Each battle was over in less than half a minute.

Soon, Wu Yifan finally met his first real opponent: a Middle Stage Level Eleven existence from the Beast Taming Sect named An Lin.

Upon seeing Wu Yifan enter the Small World battlefield, An Lin, who had been sitting cross-legged in the air with eyes closed, opened them and looked at Wu Yifan. After sizing him up, he spoke: "You are quite good. You're qualified to be my opponent."

Hearing An Lin's words, before Wu Yifan could react, Piao Feng and the three behind him couldn't sit still and began mocking An Lin.

"What kind of trash are you? Our boss is less than twenty thousand years old and has already cultivated to the Middle Stage of Level Eleven. And you? You're an old turtle nearly a hundred thousand years old. How can you compare to our boss?"

"Exactly! If our boss is the sun, you aren't even worth the dust on the ground!"

"Right, right! Since when is any random cat or dog worthy of being compared to our boss?"

During their time together, Piao Feng and the others had long since become Wu Yifan's loyal lackeys. Hearing An Lin's arrogance, they immediately launched their counterattack.

Hearing their mockery, An Lin lost his cool. With a cold snort, he struck out: "Where did these pieces of trash come from, daring to judge this venerable one? You seek death!"

An Lin's strength far exceeded that of Piao Feng's group. His strike was so fast they couldn't react. By the time they did, Wu Yifan had already saved them.

As An Lin rushed toward Piao Feng, Wu Yifan finally acted. With a slap as fast as lightning, he struck before An Lin could even react, sending him flying as he took the full force of the blow.

"My people aren't for just anyone to touch. If you do, you'd better have the strength to withstand my wrath."

Wu Yifan's expression was still indifferent, but his tone was full of steel.

Behind him, Piao Feng and the others were moved by his words, becoming even more devoted to him.

Not far away, An Lin finally steadied himself. Hearing Wu Yifan, his face turned red with rage, and he roared, "You're looking for death! No one has dared to hit me since I was a child!"

But An Lin didn't let anger completely cloud his judgment. While Wu Yifan's slap was largely a surprise attack, the fact that it could hurt him proved Wu Yifan's strength. Such an opponent warranted his full effort.

In the next second, An Lin patted a palm-sized bag at his waist. The bag vibrated, and a figure shot out, rapidly expanding in size. Before long, it became a massive Forbidden Beast with a terrifying aura.

Outside, Snow Snake and the others witnessed everything, their expressions extremely solemn.

"Oh no, I didn't expect An Lin to have such a Forbidden Beast. Its strength has also reached the Middle Stage of Level Eleven. Junior Brother is in danger this time."

"We must believe in Junior Brother. Since he said he could win, we must believe he will."

Senior Apprentice Brother Chun Liang took a deep breath and spoke seriously.

Dust World stood to the side, his eyes deep as he gazed at the Small World, seemingly lost in thought.

Inside the Small World, as An Lin's Forbidden Beast was summoned, Piao Feng and the others turned pale. Looking at Wu Yifan, they couldn't help but say worriedly, "Big brother, why don't we surrender? There's no shame in it. An Lin is relying on the help of a Forbidden Beast; we're no match for him."

"No matter. I will deal with An Lin and his Forbidden Beast. Additionally, I can hold off one Late Stage Level Ten opponent for you. The rest will be up to you to handle."

Wu Yifan exuded an air of confidence, not taking An Lin or his Forbidden Beast seriously.