Starting From Fooling the Elderly into Registering for a Cultivation Training Class-Chapter 457 - The First Duel on the Arena of Life and Death

After a long wait.

It was finally noon.

The atmosphere at the Arena of Life and Death reached a peak.

Everyone present was cheering. They all widened their eyes to admire this overwhelming one-sided victory.

Qin Chuan and Fan Zhibao stood up at the same time.

At this moment, an elder flew down from the sky.

The Arena of Life and Death was managed by this elder.

He was holding a piece of white cloth with words written on it.

This was called a waiver of liability, which was also a contract.

“Please drip a drop of blood on this waiver,” said the elder.

Qin Chuan and Fan Zhibao did as instructed.

“Since you have signed the waiver of liability, the other party does not have to take any responsibility if one party suffers any casualties during the duel,” said the elder.

“As for the rules of duels on the Arena of Life and Death, you should be aware of them. There are no restrictions.

“You can take pills and use taboo techniques. In any case, you can use all means to win.

“But let’s get the ugly talk out of the way first! Although, in theory, all methods can be used, if it’s a heretic one, that’ll be another matter.

“If you are found to have used heretic methods, I have the right to stop you.

“Do you both understand?”

“Understood!” replied Qin Chuan and Fan Zhibao at the same time.

“Do you have any more questions?” asked the elder.

Qin Chuan replied to the elder, “Elder, I have no more questions. But Senior Brother Fan will definitely have one.”

The elder then looked at Fan Zhibao.

Fan Zhibao glared fiercely at Qin Chuan, then immediately replied, “Elder, I have no questions either.”

“Since both of you are ready, let’s begin your life-and-death duel!”

With that, the elder rose into the air and handed the stage to them.

A barrier suddenly rose from the edge of the arena.

Qin Chuan and Fan Zhibao would be fighting within the boundary.

“Zhu Xiaoming, admit defeat!”

Fan Zhibao took out his longsword and flicked it with his finger, producing a crisp sound.

After that, he shifted his gaze to Qin Chuan and said in an extremely conceited manner, “If you admit defeat now, I might spare your life.”

Qin Chuan smiled lightly. “Senior Brother Fan, I advise you not to be so confident, lest you get slapped in the face.”

“Since you insist on being stubborn, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

Fan Zhibao’s tone was cold as he suddenly thrust his sword toward Qin Chuan.

This strike was very casual and did not use any moves.

However, he was a sword cultivator who had transcended an immortal tribulation and stepped into the Immortal realm. Every move he made contained the power of laws.

Even the most ordinary and most casual strike would be difficult for anyone below the Immortal realm to resist. He would probably be able to kill them instantly.

Everyone thought that the battle would end.

However, Qin Chuan reacted very quickly. He took a small step to the left and dodged it.

Most of the spectators were dumbfounded.

“How… how did he dodge?”

Many people found it hard to believe. They felt that Qin Chuan was lucky, and some said that Fan Zhibao wasn’t being serious, so it was understandable that he could dodge this strike.

On the other hand, Fan Zhibao wasn’t particularly surprised that Qin Chuan had dodged his attack.

After all, he hadn’t been serious just now and had casually struck out.

He would be surprised if he didn’t manage to dodge.

After all, the other party was in the fifth class of Mahayana, so he wasn’t considered weak.

If he couldn’t even dodge this, all his years of cultivation would have been in vain.

“Senior Brother Fan, you should be more serious!

“We came all the way here because we don’t want to watch such boring battles. Don’t disappoint us!”

“Don’t be so smug. I didn’t even use any force just now. It won’t be so easy for you to dodge next,” Fan Zhibao replied.

With that, Fan Zhibao unleashed the aura of a Heaven Immortal.

In an instant, the surrounding power of nomological laws surrounded him like a storm.

Fan Zhibao also had a soul.

It was called the Metal Soul.

The “metal” referred to metal among the five elements.

Metal was mainly murderous and had sharp attacks.

For sword cultivators, apart from the Sword Soul, the most suitable spirit body for them was the Metal Soul.

The sword energy of a sword cultivator with the Metal Soul was exceptionally sharp. The attacks contained a murderous aura that could increase its might and even disrupt the opponent’s mind.

“Senior Brother Fan is getting serious. Zhu Xiaoming is done for.”

The spectating disciples cheered excitedly; some of them were even starting to celebrate the victory.

On the Arena of Life and Death.

Fan Zhibao struck again.

This time, he used 30% of his strength, and his sword was extremely fast. He was certain that Qin Chuan would not be able to dodge.

In an instant, the golden sword beam covered the light of the sun. It was like a golden ocean, so bright that one could not open their eyes.

After the sword beam passed, Fan Zhibao was the only one on the ground.

Just as everyone thought that Qin Chuan’s spirit had been destroyed by this strike, a figure descended from the sky.

This figure was Qin Chuan.

“Why… why is he fine?”

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Fan Zhibao’s expression changed instantly. He found it unbelievable.

He was a Heaven Immortal. Although he had only used 30% of his strength, killing a Mahayana cultivator was definitely not a problem.

“How did you dodge this?” Fan Zhibao stared at Qin Chuan in surprise.

Qin Chuan shook his head. “I don’t know either. Maybe you missed!”

His words help Fan Zhibao find a reason.

“Yes, I must have missed. After all, it’s been a long time since I’ve fought. My body hasn’t even warmed up yet. It’s normal for me to miss,” Fan Zhibao convinced himself.

“Zhu Xiaoming, you were lucky just now, but you won’t be so lucky anymore,” said Fan Zhibao seriously.

“Oh!” Qin Chuan looked indifferent.

The next second, Fan Zhibao struck again.

It was still 30% of his strength, but his sword speed was much faster than before.

A Sword beam flashed, and a golden ray of light struck Qin Chuan like a bolt of lightning.

His body was like smoke, instantly destroyed by the sword energy.

Seeing this, Fan Zhibao smiled.

“I knew it! I must have missed earlier.”

Just as Fan Zhibao was about to put away his sword, a green figure descended from the sky.

It was none other than Qin Chuan.

Fan Zhibao’s eyes were wide with shock.

“Why… why aren’t you dead?!” asked Fan Zhibao in disbelief.

Qin Chuan pretended to be confused. “I’m fine!”

“My sword didn’t miss,” said Fan Zhibao firmly. “There’s no way you could have survived.”

“But in reality, I did! If not, I would be speaking to you as a ghost?”

Fan Zhibao snorted. “Who cares if you’re a human or a ghost?

“Since I can’t kill you with one strike, I’ll strike again. I don’t believe you can survive. ”

With that, Fan Zhibao struck again.

This time, he was clearly angry. He used 50% of his strength and even used a sword move.

The might of this strike was different from before.

Most of the disciples watching the battle were in the Mahayana realm, and many of them were in the higher classes.

They admitted that they wouldn’t be able to withstand the attack, let alone Zhu Xiaoming, who was only in the fifth class of Mahayana.

However, Zhu Xiaoming’s performance once again shocked them.

Qin Chuan stood rooted to the ground, swiftly raising his arm and opening his palm.

When the sword beam touched his palm, it was as if it was blocked by a wall.

In an instant, the sword energy froze in place, unable to move an inch forward.

Seeing this, Fan Zhibao found it even more unbelievable.

“How is that possible?” He wiped his eyes, wondering if he had seen wrong.

The elders in the sky were no longer calm.

They had observed the attacks clearly.

Firstly, it was Fan Zhibao’s first attack. It seemed casual, but his speed was not slow.

He was not far away from Qin Chuan, only four to five meters away.

At such a short distance, it would be very difficult for ordinary Mahayana cultivators to react. They could only receive this move.

However, Qin Chuan dodged it.

And he had used the method of gently tilting his body to do so.

This meant that he had accurately calculated Fan Zhibao’s position and distance.

Such an ability was rare in the same realm.

Then, Fan Zhibao made his second move.

Although Fan Zhibao became a little more serious, he still underestimated his opponent.

Qin Chuan easily dodged it.

Next was his third attack.

Fan Zhibao seemed to have become a little more serious, and his sword speed clearly increased.

The sword energy moved at the speed of light.

From the naked eye, the sword energy had indeed struck Qin Chuan.

But that was a visual error.

When one’s movement speed reached a certain value, there would be afterimages.

Hence, the sword energy did not hit Qin Chuan but only his afterimage.

Therefore, Fan Zhibao did not miss.

As a genius of the Sword Dao office, Fan Zhibao had practiced the sword for many years. He couldn’t miss.

Unless he did this on purpose, there was no point in practicing swordplay with such a low hit rate. It would be easier for him to go home and farm.

As for the fourth round,

it really stunned these elders.

A fifth-class Mahayana cultivator was actually able to receive the sword energy of a Heaven Immortal sword cultivator head-on.

Under most circumstances, the first thought that came to everyone’s mind was that they were overestimating themselves.

However, this Mahayana cultivator was just so awesome and mysterious that he actually managed to do so.

Although Fan Zhibao had only used 50% of his power, he had used a sword move and added dharmic powers. No matter what, he could kill any Mahayana cultivator in an instant.

However, in the Arena of Life and Death, Qin Chuan clenched his fist, and the biting cold sword energy was like a broken water balloon. The dispersed sword energy was like evaporated water vapor, dissipating immediately.

In an instant, the entire venue fell silent.