Chapter Eighty-two: Brutal Beating

  A voice like iron, casting it on the ground makes a sound.

  Lu Fan released his own aura, the surging and turbulent aura danced like flames, and the heavenly power around him slightly distorted. The strength of the inner aura sevenfold, should be the momentum that only the outer aura realm can have.

  Two bronze puppets standing in front of the White Tower seemed to have sensed something and looked around blankly.

  Zhao Kuang felt the oppressive aura emanating from Lu Fan and his expression changed slightly.

  "Come on and fight!"

  With a loud crash, Lu Fan's heavy sword plunged into the ground. The powerful aura caused the surface where the heavy sword was inserted to burst open, forming a round pit.

  Zhao Kuo had not yet spoken when Zhao Ling beside him suddenly shouted out.

  "Brother, beat him up. The people from Yuan Yi Hospital are all trash, he's no match for you, beat him."

  Zhao Ling's shouting caused Zhao Kuang's eyebrows to tightly furrow.

  Trash?

  That little kid named Han Fen just almost took his life!

  Zhao Kuo didn't know what to say, but his pride still made him stand up directly.

  Fists and palms collided, and Zhao Kuang's body once again rose with a powerful aura. A white aura cloak enveloped his body, and Zhao Kuang also unfolded his own momentum.

  The auras of the two clashed in mid-air, and Zhao Kuang's body shook violently.

  This is impossible! The opponent actually suppressed him in momentum.

  The next moment, Zhao Kuo's momentum was directly destroyed, and Lu Fan's momentum seemed to sweep in like a crazy wind.

  Lu Fan, who was in a state of fury, would not hold back as he had before. He directly transformed his aura into twenty times its original intensity.

  Although it doesn't look like there's any difference on the surface, Lu Fan has actually mobilized all the heavenly and earthly powers that can be mobilized in the surrounding area to form an aura.

  Although Zhao Kuo was a fierce warrior, he couldn't surpass Lu Fan in terms of momentum.

  The powerful momentum pressed down on Zhao Kuo. For a martial artist, momentum is the prelude to a decisive move. Once the momentum is suppressed, one has no choice but to make a move or be crushed by the opponent's strength.

  Zhao Kuo was still being suppressed by someone with a lower boundary than himself for the first time.

  A loud roar, Zhao Kuo's eyes also had bloodshot, a fist charged forward.

  This punch has already brought out the power of the vortex ripple, and the spreading force is like a wave rushing forward.

  The fist had not yet arrived, but the force had already struck Lufan's body.

  Lu Fan swung his sword out, and when facing a martial artist with pure strength like this, any moves or sword techniques were useless. The only thing to do was to use even stronger power and more brutal methods to fight back.

  Xuan Long Jian!

  Without hesitation, Lu Fan directly used his strongest sword move.

  Twenty times the power of a hurricane, with a spiral attached to the heavy sword, suddenly killing out.

  Fists and swords clashed, Lu Fan's foot stomped the ground, creating a deep depression.

  Zhao Kuang could only watch as his own fist was being cut open inch by inch, the skin on his knuckles bursting from the insane power, waves of pain constantly coming.

  At this moment, Zhao Kuo also burst out, a tiger's roar sounded, and Zhao Kuo's muscles suddenly bulged in an instant.

  Divine Tiger Power!

  Lu Fan felt the power transmitted from the sword body, and with a loud roar, his body suddenly burst out of true flames, fierce fire golden body!

  Boom!

  The floorboards under their feet shattered into powder, and Lu Fan's body faintly showed a scaly glow, but it only glowed for an instant.

  Immediately, Zhao Kuo was cut down by a single sword, his entire arm severed, and in an instant, he was knocked off balance by the powerful force of the heavy sword.

  Zhao Kuo took several steps back, his face already filled with shock.

  What a terrible power, is the opponent really just an inner disciple of the Wujing Sect? Zhao Kuo was very suspicious whether Lu Fan was a person from the Yiyuan Institute or not. With such terrible power and the flames burning on Lu Fan's body, wasn't he actually a student of the Hengshan Institute?

  Zhao Kuai twisted his arm fiercely, and the dislocated part instantly returned to its original position. However, his fist was burned black by the flames and would take some time to recover.

  Lu Fan took a big step forward and struck out with his sword once again.

  Blazing Sword!

  The heavy sword swung out, directly bringing up a piece of flame.

  Zhao Kuoheng suddenly shifted a small distance, dodging Lu Fan's heavy sword while throwing out a punch.

  His entire arm turned black, Zhao Kuo's punch was absolutely extraordinary.

  Ke Lufan didn't even dodge, and Zhao Kuo's fist landed squarely on his body.

  With a loud crash, Lu Fan's body swayed slightly, but that was all.

  With a grasp of Zhao Kuang's arm, Lu Fan's eyes gleamed with a cold light, causing Zhao Kuang's pupils to shrink instantly.

  Right after that, a terrible power came from Lu Fan's hand and directly rushed into his brain through his arm.

  Divine Soul's Power, Spiritual Strike!

  Lu Fan used a yuan dao jue's divine soul power, and Zhao Kuo, who was completely unguarded, was directly hit. He stood there stupidly. The gang jing in his body couldn't withstand the terrifying divine soul power at all. And once the divine soul power rushed into his brain, Zhao Kuo lost his defensive ability.

  Lu Fan grabbed Zhao Kuo's arm and swung him up like a slender sapling.

  Zhao Kuang's massive body, like a small mountain, was heavily smashed to the ground by Lu Fan. A heavy sound echoed, and debris splashed everywhere.

  Once, twice, ten times.

  Lu Fan fiercely slammed Zhao Kuo back and forth, finally throwing him flying in mid-air with one last blow.

  Then Lu Fan jumped up. The thick heaven and earth energy rushed in, constantly pouring into Lu Fan's body, and then was transformed by Lu Fan into a powerful aura.

  The majestic and awe-inspiring Lu Fan suddenly had an epiphany, and the scene he saw when he first comprehended the Heavy Sword of No Edge flashed through his mind.

  What a domineering slash!

  Uncontrollably, Lu Fan struck down with a fierce sword.

  The heavy sword was like a huge door panel slapping onto Zhao Kuo's body.

  The power of terror let out a loud explosion, and the heavenly powers around it all burst forth in an instant.

  Lu Fan himself was knocked back by the counter-shock force, while Zhao Kuai crashed into the ground like a meteorite.

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  Continuous explosions rang out.

  The ground burst forth with a massive boulder over ten zhang high, the explosive force causing onlookers to continuously retreat in fear of being affected by this terrifying power.

  Lu Fan flipped over and landed on the ground, sheathing his heavy sword, the anger in his eyes slowly subsiding.

  In an instant, everything returned to calmness.

  The crowd saw Zhao Kuo's bloodied and battered body at the bottom of the deep pit.

  Zhao Kuang's entire face was almost flattened, constantly spitting out blood. Lu Fan, although he had used a bit too much force, still had some restraint and wouldn't directly kill Zhao Kuang. Otherwise, just now he would have used his heavy sword to slash him in two with one stroke.

  He spat out another mouthful of blood, and Zhao Kuo thoroughly fainted. It was just that the students of Hengshan Academy were physically strong, if it were students from other academies who received such a beating from Lu Fan, they would probably lose their lives.

  Zhao Ling sat down on the ground with a thud, and bloodstains appeared on her lower body.

  Shivering all over, Zhao Ling suddenly burst into loud wailing. The nearby disciples of Piaomiao Institute and Hengshan Institute couldn't bear it anymore, and they quickly took away the siblings Zhao Ling and Zhao Kuo. After this battle, Zhao Ling will probably find it difficult to stay in Piaomiao Institute. Being scared like this is really a shame to Piaomiao Institute's reputation.

  The other students around him looked at Lu Fan with strange expressions on their faces.

  Is this person from Yuan Yuan?

  He actually beat Zhao Kuo, who was ranked thirty-second on the martial arts list, severely. If it weren't for eyewitnesses, probably no one present would have believed it.

  "Yiyuan Institute's Lu Fan, take note, quickly take note. What a powerful force! He absolutely won't be limited to 32nd place in the rankings. His strength is probably already enough to threaten those in the top twenty. Hurry up and update the martial arts ranking list, put Lu Fan on it, go!"

  Among the crowd, a student quickly walked away, and another student holding a folding fan smiled lightly: "The First Yuan Institute also has a master coming out of the mountain. This time's college ranking war is worth watching."

  The people around looked at Lu Fan with various eyes, among whom several female students' eyes shone with a fiery light.

  "Lu Fan, junior brother, haha, it was indeed the right decision to bring you out. Ah, my waist, my poor ***."

  Han Feng struggled to sit up from the ground, clutching his waist and letting out a mournful howl.

  Ling Yao walked over at this time, gently tugging on Lu Fan's sleeve. Her eyes shone brightly as she whispered, "Lu Fan, you're really amazing! Wow, it hasn't been long since you entered the institute, yet you've already reached the seventh level of inner circulation, and even senior brothers in the outer circulation realm aren't a match for you."

  Lu Fan chuckled and didn't respond, turning around to walk to Han Feng's side, smiling: "Brother Han Feng, can you still get up?"

  "Hey, don't underestimate me. After all, I'm your senior brother. Ah, my waist still hurts a lot, but it won't affect my masculine charm, right? Lu Fan junior brother, the pill you gave me just now was really good. How about another one?"

  Lu Fan took out another one from his waistband and threw it to Han Feng.

  Han Feng carefully looked at it, but didn't eat it. He smiled and put it away, saying in a low voice: "I have this one dan medicine. I think it can be used to properly tease my junior sister."

  Lu Fan felt a chill and Ling Yao also looked at Han Feng with disdain.

  Suddenly, the two bronze puppets guarding the entrance spoke up: "Yuanyuan Institute's Lu Fan, you have defeated Zhao Kuo, ranked 32nd on the Martial Arts Ranking. You may now enter the Cultivation Tower."

  Lu Fan was taken aback for a moment, he almost forgot about this.

  Unexpectedly, these two puppets also knew that Zhao Kuo was ranked thirty-second on the martial arts list.

  Han Feng was also stunned for a moment, then pointed at himself and said: "What about me? Can I go in now?"

  Two bronze puppets spoke up: "You have not defeated any of the students on the martial arts ranking list, so you are not allowed to enter."

  "Han Feng burst out in a loud scolding: 'I curse your ancestors! Can't you two idiots see that I already have the strength of a martial arts master? Do you need to be defeated before you understand, are your brains made of stone?!'"

  Han Feng cursed himself and was stunned for a moment. Isn't that right? The two puppets' brains must be made of stone.

  The other students around him didn't dare to mock Han Feng anymore, after all, they had seen his fight too. It was true that he had the strength of a martial arts ranking. Unfortunately, this Han Feng happened to be up against Zhao Kuo, ranked 32nd on the martial arts list. If he were up against someone with a lower ranking, it's likely that he would have a great chance of winning.

  Gritting his teeth, Han Feng suddenly turned his head and said: "Lu Fan, you come quick, let's have a match in front of these two idiots, I want to see you lose to me."

  Lu Fan was taken aback at first, then burst out laughing: "Hàn Fēng master brother, this move of yours isn't bad."