In this half a year, he had been cultivating every moment and every second. He had never once slept properly like a normal person.
By the time he woke up, the sun was already rising high in the sky. When he walked out of the courtyard, he noticed that the blazing sun had already climbed up high and was now in the middle of the sky. "Is it already this late? I suppose they are all already on the training field now."
Just as Duan Ling Tian had expected, crowds of people were crammed at the training field of the Moon Illumination Sect's outer court district. Almost all of the outer sect, except for the grand elder Dongfang Quan and those who were in closed-door cultivation, were there.
Besides that, many inner court disciples from the inner court district were there to join in the fun too.
Zhou Qi was one of them.
Other than an empty space in the middle, the vast training field was completely surrounded by people.
In the void in the middle, an ordinary-looking young man stood there quietly and was attaining his mental composure with his eyes shut. Not moving an inch like a mountain, he appeared to be like a statue.
This person was Feng Fan, the outer court disciple who was ranked fifth in the outer court of the Moon Illumination Sect. At the same time, he was a well-known powerhouse who was at the peak of the Void on the Earth Rankings too.
"Why is Senior Brother Duan Ling Tian not here yet?"
"Don't tell me that he has already fled at such a critical juncture!"
"It couldn't be, could it? Senior Brother Duan Ling Tian doesn't seem like a person who would break his promise… Apart from that, Elder Dongfang is paying attention to this matter. Even if he wants to flee, would he be able to bolt just like that?"
"You have a point."
…
The noisy training field soon resumed its quietness again.
"Duan Ling Tian, I want to see how you're going to die today! After you die, I'll take the news back to my clan and if Little Yu finds out about you being killed, he'll definitely be ecstatic." Standing at the side of the training field, Deng Wei sneered again and again as though he had already seen the scene of how Duan Ling Tian would be annihilated by Feng Fan.
"Duan Ling Tian, I hope that you can survive! Your life belongs to me, Ye Man! If you die, I'll also kill Feng Fan and prove to everybody that I, Ye Man, am stronger than you! I'm stronger than the person who can kill you!" Standing at the corner of the crowd, Ye Man's eyes gleamed with iciness.
Even though Duan Ling Tian was not there yet, the obsessiveness in his heart had already risen.
The reason he fell into the Devil Dao last time was because of Duan Ling Tian. He wanted to surpass Duan Ling Tian.
If Duan Ling Tian died, he would no doubt lose his target. However, he had already prepared a backup plan. If Duan Ling Tian was killed, he would no longer be obsessed over Duan Ling Tian but over Feng Fan instead.
Huang Cheng, the outer sect elder, stood among the group of outer court elders.
Unlike those outer court elders who appeared glum, other than Dong Chong, his face was filled with a smile as though he was riding on the crest of his success.
In his opinion, there was basically no risk for him to bet 360,000 Merit Points on Feng Fan.
Although the odds were low, it was still 30 to one.
In just one day, he would be able to earn over 10,000 Merit Points with both capital and interest.
The moment he thought of this, he was delighted.
Somebody with sharp eyesight instantly spotted the purple-colored figure who was walking towards the training field from the little stand-alone courtyard. At the same time, he exclaimed out loud and attracted everybody's attention, "Senior Brother Duan Ling Tian is here!"
At once, most of the people on the training field turned to look at Duan Ling Tian one by one.
"He's Duan Ling Tian?" Some of the inner court disciples from the inner court district who came to join in the fun could not help but be taken by surprise.
It had never crossed their minds that this outer court disciple whose fame had spread through the entire outer court district and was a little well-known even in the inner court district the moment he entered the Moon Illumination Sect would actually turn out to be this young.
"Duan Ling Tian!" Glaring at Duan Ling Tian, Zhou Qi's eyes were glittering coldly.
Never did he think that the person whom he regarded as ant — to the point that he found it lazy to even kill — would actually have such a forbidding innate talent and grow up to such a stage.
If time could be reversed and he could go back to six months before, he would have definitely killed this inconspicuous little fellow to spare him all the trouble later.
However, the moment he was reminded about the fact that such a person would cease to exist after today, Zhou Qi's heart was filled with joy right away.
"Zhou Qi?" Despite there being many people on the training field, Duan Ling Tian still noticed Zhou Qi at a first glance. His heart twisted with contempt right away. "Take a good look and prepare to receive the present that I'm giving to your gang!"
Six months ago, the scene of how Zhou Qi went to the City Governor's Estate of Mound Hill City compellingly was still vivid in his mind.
That person who had looked down on him then and treated him as an ant was now no longer that far away from him. In just one more year, he believed that he would be able to surpass him completely!
One more year was also equivalent to three years in the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda's second level.
"How dare you!? F*ck you!" Noticing Duan Ling Tian's instigating look, Zhou Qi's face turned grave and turned to disgust as though he had just eaten a fly.
No matter how monstrous Duan Ling Tian's innate talent was, he still seemed like an ant in Zhou Qi's eyes just like six months ago.
And today, such an ant actually dared to look at him in the eyes with such a gaze?
At once, Zhou Qi's blood boiled with rage.
After taking a deep breath, Zhou Qi looked at Feng Fan who was standing on the empty space in the training field. Burning with rage, he told him using his True Energy Voice Transmission, "Junior Brother Fan, I hope you can torture him before you kill him! Torture him as much as you can!"
Upon hearing Zhou Qi's voice, Feng Fan nodded and opened his eyes wide at the same time.
At this moment, Duan Ling Tian walked on the pathway that the group of outer court disciples opened up for him automatically and came to the middle of the training field. Reaching in front of Feng Fan, he stood in a stalemate position.
"Duan Ling Tian?" Feng Fan raised his brow and asked nonchalantly. His tone was condescending as though he was a top person overlooking at a lowly person as he said in a questioning tone.
"Feng Fan?" Duan Ling Tian did not answer Feng Fan and asked back tauntingly.
"I thought that you didn't dare to come anymore, showing up this late." Feng Fan frowned unnoticeably. His tone was filled with cynicism.
"Late?" Duan Ling Tian replied indifferently, "You only asked me to come to the training field for a duel today, but you didn't seem to set a time, did you? Don't say that I only came when it's almost noon. Even if I come later at night, I still wouldn't be considered as standing you up."
"What an amazing mouth… I hope that your strength can be as amazing as your mouth later when we begin," Feng Fan mocked.
"Don't worry. I won't disappoint you." Duan Ling Tian's tone was still as calm as before. There was no ripple on his face as though he would not even bat an eye even if a mountain collapsed.
"I wonder where your confidence actually comes from! How dare you actually accept the Death Duel invitation that I, Feng Fan, issued? Today, I guess it's also quite lucky for you to be able to die by my hand today," Feng Fan added nonchalantly, "After you die, please remember when you're in the other world that the person who killed you is a future Saint Stage powerhouse! I'm sure that you can console yourself every time you think of this. It's not embarrassing to die by the hand of a Saint Stage powerhouse-to-be after all."
"Saint Stage powerhouse-to-be? Well, we'll have to see whether you have the destiny to break through the Saint Stage or not!" Duan Ling Tian responded. His words held no mercy at all.
Since he was already certain that Feng Fan was Liu Huan's man and was there to kill him, there was no need for him to be so polite anymore… Even if he was polite, would the other party just change his mind and not kill him?
It was a battle of wits with hammer and tongs.
Duan Ling Tian was the one gaining the upper hand in the heated battle of words.
"Cut the crap! It won't change the fact that you're going to die today." As though knowing that he would not get any benefit if he continued to ramble on, Feng Fan did not plan to say anymore. The moment his words left his mouth, gusts of golden rays rose up from his body right away.
His entire body seemed to have been draped in a layer of a golden shirt.
"This is…" Upon seeing this, Duan Ling Tian could not help but be taken aback.
Why did this look so much like the Silver Shirt that he had cultivated and the Copper Shirt that he cultivated the last time?
Chapter end
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