Chapter 90: The Challenge with Lingyin City’s representatives (Part-5)

The moment she appeared, the atmosphere changed.

Mu Xianling was not only strong, but she was also beautiful and ethereal, her temperament like that of an immortal.

Well, atleast in the eyes of spectators.

Her supporters were countless. As she walked forward, waves of applause erupted, instantly lifting the spirits of the crowd.

For a moment, the gloom in Fengyue City was swept away.

They believed in her.

Among all Fengyue City candidates, Mu Xianling’s strength was firmly at the top. In forty matches so far, she had only lost once, and that loss was to Fan Wei, who had long been recognized as the number one candidate before Ryan revealed his strength.

Such a record was enough to inspire confidence.

Surely, she could defeat Fang Tian.

However, reality struck like a bucket of icy water.

The moment the fight began, Fengyue City’s expressions froze.

Mu Xianling was at a disadvantage from the very start.

She entered the fight fully focused, her aura sharp, her strength unleashed without reservation. Every movement was precise, every response calculated.

And yet, she was still being suppressed.

Fang Tian attacked aggressively, his fists heavy and violent, as though each strike carried the force of ten thousand pounds. From the first exchange, Mu Xianling was forced onto the defensive, barely able to find space to counter.

“You are quite pretty, girl,” Fang Tian said mockingly as he continued to press forward, his tone arrogant and teasing. “If you get hurt too badly, I’d feel bad. Why don’t you step down and admit defeat?”

Mu Xianling’s face darkened. She snorted coldly, fury burning in her eyes.

She wanted nothing more than to slap that shameless expression off his face.

But she couldn’t.

No matter how unwilling she was to admit it, the gap was there. Fang Tian’s cultivation was higher than hers, his hard power was clearly superior. In experience, he was also not inferior either. With strength and control combined, Mu Xianling was completely pinned down.

Still, she refused to surrender.

Fang Tian seemed to sense her stubbornness. The corner of his mouth lifted into a cruel smile.

“Oh? Still not admitting defeat?” he said lightly. “Then don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

He suddenly stepped back several paces, creating distance.

For a brief instant, Mu Xianling finally felt some breathing room. But before she could take advantage of it, a violent pressure surged toward her once again.

Fang Tian rushed forward in a straight line, his aura erupting.

It was the same technique he had used against Yuan Qiong and Li Wujie.

Mu Xianling’s heart sank.

She had seen this move before. She knew, in theory, how it could be dealt with. But Fang Tian’s execution was far too fast. One move flowed seamlessly into the next, leaving her no chance to respond.

Boom!

The punch landed.

Mu Xianling raised her guard with all her strength, but it was useless. The impact sent her flying straight off the ring.

She hit the ground and immediately sat up, a thin line of blood trailing down the corner of her mouth.

Compared to Yuan Qiong, her condition was far better. She had not fainted, nor was she severely wounded. It was clear that Fang Tian had held back, showing a degree of restraint toward her.

But to Mu Xianling, that mercy was even more humiliating.

She wiped the blood from her lips, shot Fang Tian a furious glare, shook off the referee’s helping hand, and returned to her side without a word.

“Fang Tian wins,” the referee announced with a helpless sigh.

The result echoed through the arena.

The people of Fengyue City fell into stunned silence, followed by a wave of shocked cries.

“Even Mu Xianling lost?”

“This Fang Tian has already beaten three of us in a row!”

“This is unbearable… absolutely unbearable.”

“Are we really going to be swept five-zero?”

“No way! There’s still Fan Wei and Li Wei!”

“I heard those people from Lingyin City say Fang Tian is the weakest among them. If that’s true…”

“If that’s true, then we’re really finished.”

“All our hopes are on Fan Wei and Li Wei now.”

“Yes. Fengyue City’s reputation depends on them!”

Amid the heated discussion and heavy tension, Wang Zongyao spoke again. “The fourth candidate of Fengyue City—Fan Wei.”

The announcement stunned everyone.

By all logic, Fan Wei, the strongest in most people’s eyes, should have been saved for last.

Yet now, he was being sent onto the stage.

Letting Fan Wei take the stage now, while leaving Ryan for the finale, inevitably made many people start to think.

Was this Li Wei… actually stronger than Fan Wei?

That thought quietly spread through the crowd.

But no matter who was stronger, one thing was certain. Fengyue City desperately needed a win. If they continued to watch the smug faces of those from Lingyin City, the anger in everyone’s chest would explode sooner or later.

“Fan Wei, come on!”

“You’re the most handsome, Young Master Fan!”

“Teach those people from Lingyin City a lesson!”

“You’ll always be the number one of Fengyue City’s younger generation!”

Cheers surged like a tidal wave as Fan Wei leapt onto the ring. His popularity in Fengyue City had always been high, especially among the women, where he was regarded as the perfect young master. Now that he stood on the stage representing Fengyue City, his prestige soared even higher.

Three consecutive losses had weighed heavily on the city. At this moment, everyone urgently needed a victory to sweep away the gloom hanging over their hearts.

And Fan Wei was the man they pinned their hopes on.

“So you’re the so-called number one of Fengyue City?” Fang Tian glanced at the cheering crowd and then at Fan Wei, his tone laced with disdain. “Doesn’t look like much.”

“Hmph. Winning against a few rookies and you’re already this arrogant?” Fan Wei folded his arms and replied coldly. “Beating them is effortless for me, too.”

“Then come,” Fang Tian said, curling his finger provocatively. “Let me see how capable Fengyue City’s most talented young master really is.”

Their auras collided invisibly, tension thickening the air.

Without hesitation, Fang Tian struck first.

He charged straight toward Fan Wei, using the same move again. With a direct rush, explosive speed, and a punch that multiplied its power in an instant.

The correct response was clear. Dodge, sidestep, and counterattack, just as Li Wujie had done.

But Fan Wei did not dodge.

Instead, he stood his ground, clearly intending to meet Fang Tian head-on.

“Tch. Looking for death,” Fang Tian sneered, accelerating even further.

At the same moment, Fan Wei moved as well, unleashing his own martial art instead of retreating.

“Three Element Shattering Palm!”

Fan Wei thrust his right palm forward. A powerful surge of energy burst out, and as his palm extended, three different colors of light bloomed within it—yellow, blue, and red—interweaving brilliantly as they slammed toward Fang Tian.

A direct collision.

When the crowd saw this, no one mocked Fan Wei’s choice. Instead, many instinctively felt admiration.

This was the pride of a true powerhouse. Knowing the opponent’s move was terrifying, yet still daring to confront it head-on and crush it with brute force.

Of course, not everyone agreed. Some thought this was foolish bravado. In a real battle, victory mattered more than pride.

Boom!

Fang Tian’s fist collided with Fan Wei’s palm. A violent shockwave erupted from the point of impact, blasting outward and rippling through the arena.

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