Top-tier Unruly Master

Chapter 1431 1468: Taking Action

At this moment, the cultivators in the caravan saw Team Wu's Fist Technique, and couldn't help but show a hint of pride on their faces. At this time, the scar-faced man always seemed to be on the defense with no power to fight back, if this continued, Team Wu would surely win.

But in the very next instant, the caravan's cultivators were dumbfounded.

At this moment, the scar-faced man's momentum suddenly surged, his five fingers clenched tightly, and he launched a punch towards the middle-aged man. In an instant, the middle-aged man's fist collided with the opponent's fist, and he instantly felt his fist burning as if on fire, in unbearable pain, his rapid punch was directly interrupted by the opponent. The middle-aged man thought to himself that the opponent's True Qi was more robust than his own, but now that he truly felt it, he was still quite shocked.

The middle-aged man's heart tightened, obviously, the opponent was about to truly begin. Previously, the opponent's passive defense was merely probing him.

The scar-faced man looked at the opponent with a playful gaze, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, full of disdain, thinking the opponent was far from being a match for him.

The punches from the scar-faced man's hand, though not very fast, each was like a ferocious tiger bursting out of the cage, carrying a fierce True Qi Flame, which was quite terrifying. Even if the opponent's fist didn't directly hit, they would be burned by the flame carried by the fist. Although the scar-faced man kept attacking, the opponent's defense seemed almost invincible.

As they say, offense is the best defense. This phrase was fully demonstrated by the scar-faced man.

Ding Fan saw this scene and couldn't help but smile faintly. The opponent's True Qi Flame, though seemingly fierce, was far inferior to his Arctic Chill. Ding Fan just stood opposite the opponent, and the naturally emanating Arctic Chill from his body was something the opponent could not withstand. Attempting to display this True Qi Flame in front of him was absolutely impossible.

But clearly, that middle-aged man could not reach Ding Fan's level. At this moment, facing the scar-faced man, the middle-aged man was struggling, forced to keep retreating while waving his arm to try to dissolve the opponent's punch with moderate force. However, the effect was poor, and even the middle-aged man's arm had been burned in many places. He was clearly struggling.

The middle-aged man transformed his fist into a knife, executing a sweeping move towards the scar-faced man. A wild whirlwind ensued, stirring up dust from the ground. Taking advantage of the opponent's blocked vision, he quickly turned, suddenly holding a shining Great Peng Sword. The blade was extraordinarily sharp, mercilessly slashing towards the scar-faced man.

Seeing the blade closing in on his head, the scar-faced man swiftly moved, launching a punch directly at the large sword.

Boom.

With a muffled sound, the middle-aged man lost his balance, and the sword in his hand was actually knocked away by the opponent's punch.

The middle-aged man was astonished. The opponent's fist technique had reached the peak of perfection, actually able to clash directly with his wild goose blade. This was simply unbelievable, causing the middle-aged man's face to turn very solemn, his brows furrowing tightly.

At this moment, the cultivators in the caravan witnessed this scene, their hearts filled with astonishment and immense worry for Team Wu. No one had expected the opponent's Fist Technique to be so formidable, even knocking back Team Wu's wild goose blade. This was simply astonishing, causing everyone's hearts to fill with concern for the middle-aged man, Team Wu—clearly, the scar-faced man's strength was overwhelming.

Right then, a cultivator dressed in black witnessed the scar-faced man's move, feeling immense pride, clearly aware that the boss's strength was beyond what that middle-aged man could handle. They knew the boss had never met a match at the Nascent Soul Early Stage level. Attempting to challenge the boss was simply courting death.

"Boss, mighty and dominating."

"Boss, mighty."

...

Several black-clad cultivators shouted triumphantly, obviously full of confidence in the scar-faced man. For the boss to slay the opponent was a matter of ease.

At this moment, Ding Fan observed the scene with a calm demeanor, clearly feeling that the scar-faced man's Fist Technique was very ordinary in his eyes.

The scar-faced man glanced at the middle-aged man with a smirk, suddenly holding a Wolf Fang Club in his hand. The club was extremely heavy, the iron spikes on it very sharp—just looking at it was daunting. Being smashed lightly by this club would undoubtedly leave many bloody holes.

The scar-faced man's figure suddenly shifted, directly holding the Wolf Fang Club behind him, and charged fiercely towards the middle-aged man.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

The middle-aged man dodged several times as the scar-faced man's Wolf Fang Club viciously slammed into the ground, creating large pits.

Witnessing this scene, the middle-aged man's face turned grim, clearly understanding that the power of the opponent's Wolf Fang Club was not ordinary. Promptly, the middle-aged man swung his Flying sword fiercely towards the scar-faced man. Understanding that he no longer had any retreat, with the caravan facing numerous black-clad cultivators, it was clear if he couldn't slay the opponent, his and his companions' fate would soon be disastrous.

The scar-faced man looked at the middle-aged man's flying sword, a slight smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth, clearly filled with disdain. Then the scar-faced man swung his wolf fang club directly and charged towards the middle-aged man.

Bang bang bang!

A series of metallic collisions, the longsword in the middle-aged man's hand trembled violently for a moment, and even the middle-aged man's tiger's mouth kept bleeding. For a moment, the middle-aged man was shocked, clearly his longsword collided with the opponent's wolf fang club, and it was evident that his longsword was far inferior to the opponent's in terms of power. Additionally, the middle-aged man knew his True Qi was much lesser compared to the opponent's. The disparity between their weapons was also apparent.

Immediately, the middle-aged man quickly withdrew, thrusting his sword rapidly towards his opponent. Clearly, the middle-aged man didn't intend to defeat his opponent with brute strength but rather with the agile and swift longsword to catch him off guard and win with speed!

However, the scar-faced man quickly saw through the opponent's intentions and wielded his wolf fang club, swinging it rapidly towards his opponent. In no time, a whirlwind formed, rushing towards the middle-aged man, filled with enormous spikes, clearly formidable. Imagine if a cultivator were to encounter this hurricane, the cultivator would certainly suffer greatly.

In no time, the scar-faced man's hurricane grew larger and faster, leaving the middle-aged man seemingly nowhere to retreat.

The cultivators of the caravan saw this scene with the scar-faced man and couldn't help but feel tense; clearly, Team Wu was in danger. No one expected that the scar-faced man could wield such a heavy wolf fang club at such a rapid speed, it was simply unbelievable! He was about to push Team Wu to the brink of despair. Seeing this scene, how could everyone not be worried?

"Team Wu! Team Wu..."

...

Several young cultivators from the caravan witnessed this scene with Team Wu, and an uneasy premonition arose in their hearts. Clearly, Team Wu was likely in trouble! They couldn't help but shout anxiously.

At this time, black-robed cultivators saw the scar-faced man's performance, and a wicked smile appeared at the corners of their mouths, clearly filled with pride.

The middle-aged man had been forced into a corner, feeling increasingly tense. Clearly, he was in a very passive situation, with numerous injuries appearing on his body. The middle-aged man held his flying sword against the scar-faced man's wolf fang club, but the flying sword was already covered in small nicks, clearly much lighter compared to the wolf fang club.

Using a sword to block the opponent's wolf fang club was clearly unwise, but at this point, the middle-aged man had no other options. He didn't have time to switch to another weapon, and he even found himself struggling to keep moving backward against the opponent's fierce whirlwind.

Puff!

The whirlwind from the scar-faced man drew closer to the middle-aged man, and his clothes in front were torn to shreds. His chest had a large gash, with blood seeping out continuously, causing the middle-aged man to spit a mouthful of blood.

Although the middle-aged man's outward injuries were only superficial, his chest was oppressed by the opponent's momentum, making it difficult to breathe.

The scar-faced man's whirlwind continued to press down on the middle-aged man, a sinister look flashed in the scar-faced man's eyes. Seeing this, the middle-aged man's heart tightened, clearly he felt his time was nearing the end...

The caravan members saw Ding Fan's display and gasped in surprise, but just as everyone was about to rush forward.

Suddenly.

As the scar-faced man was about to smash the wolf fang club down onto the middle-aged man, his feet suddenly became immobilized, unable to move. The scar-faced man was shocked and filled with terror, unable to comprehend what had happened!

At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes, catching this scene. He didn't understand what had happened, but the opportunity was in front of him, and he had to seize it. Without hesitation, he swung his longsword fiercely towards the opponent.

Puff!

The middle-aged man's sword pierced into the scar-faced man's chest without any hesitation, causing the scar-faced man to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Then, the scar-faced man was kicked away by the middle-aged man's foot, filled with disbelief, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Why couldn't he move his legs just a moment ago?

But clearly, there was no time for the scar-faced man to understand, as the middle-aged man's longsword had already arrived before him.

Ding Fan witnessed this moment, a subtle smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, clearly the one who intervened earlier was none other than Ding Fan. The middle-aged man, eyes filled with shock, glanced at Ding Fan with gratitude and astonishment, having seen Ding Fan intervene just in time.