Martial Universe: Invincible through lottery, with godlike comprehension from the start.

"So you have a little bit of a reputation," Lei Qian said, regaining his senses. He smiled faintly and stretched out his hand, revealing a jade hairpin in his palm that emitted a faint glow.

“I’m also somewhat interested in you. Since you’re eager to show off, as long as you can take it from me, what we said before still stands.”

"Are you ready? I'm about to make my move," Lin Fan said with a slight smile.

As the voice faded, Lin Fan took a small step, unleashing a surge of immense Yuan Power. His figure transformed into a streak of light, hurtling straight toward Lei Qianbao!

"Chichi!"

The light and shadow magnified rapidly in Lei Qian's eyes, and a cold smile appeared on his face.

Then, brilliant lightning reappeared from the surface of his body, and the violent fluctuations of his elemental energy were far stronger than those of an ordinary Ninth-Level Nirvana Realm cultivator.

"Good speed, but unfortunately useless against me!"

A mocking voice came from Lei Qian's mouth, and then his face suddenly turned cold. He took a step forward, and dazzling lightning surged wildly, transforming into a roaring lightning lion's head on his fist.

"Thunder Lion Fist!"

Lei Qian threw a punch, which was accompanied by a deep lion's roar and thunderous sound that spread from his fist.

A visible surge of lightning swept outwards, instantly causing the ground to crack in a spiderweb-like pattern.

Swish!

Both were extremely fast, and in just a moment, the two figures were about to collide fiercely like meteorites!

Upon witnessing this scene, everyone present felt their hearts leap into their throats.

Just then, a strange hand seal formed on Lin Fan's hands, and then the energy rippled outwards.

The Thunder Lion Light Fist, which was about to strike Lin Fan's chest, suddenly and strangely froze!

Swish!

The instant the light fist solidified, Lin Fan's figure, like a ghost, passed right by Lei Qian's body.

"Snapped!"

As the two figures passed each other, a crisp slap suddenly rang out in the arena.

Then, countless people in the arena had their pupils shrink instantly, and a look of horror crept onto their faces!

Because they saw that after the two figures parted ways, Lei Qian's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, and finally crashed heavily onto a huge blue stone.

The terrifying force shattered the bluestone on the spot!

On Lei Qian's face, a clear handprint was so conspicuous!

The entire venue was deathly silent!

The Yuan Sect disciples, who had been grinning from ear to ear, were now stunned. They stared blankly at the bizarre scene unfolding before them, utterly bewildered as to what had happened in the brief moment the two figures crossed paths...

"This……"

Ying Xiaoxiao, Wang Yan, and the others were also somewhat astonished as they watched this scene. They had no idea what had happened in the blink of an eye.

In the deathly silence, a series of horrified gazes turned to the handsome figure who had just passed Lei Qian.

At this moment, the latter was completely unharmed, as if Lei Qian's violent punch had not touched him at all.

"Oh!"

In the distance, rubble exploded, and Lei Qian scrambled to his feet somewhat disheveled, the handprint on his face particularly glaring.

"I'm going to tear you apart today!"

He stared at Lin Fan with bloodshot eyes and roared angrily!

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As the roar subsided, Lei Qian charged towards Lin Fan like an enraged beast.

That fierce killing intent made people tremble.

Faced with Lei Qian's attack, Lin Fan remained calm, his hands forming hand seals. The void behind him cracked open, and a faint shadow pierced through time and space, appearing in this world.

"Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Hand!"

An ancient, gigantic hand suddenly appeared from the sky, carrying rolling waves of energy. With a single palm strike, it shattered the air and slammed towards Lei Qiannu.

boom!

A dull thud rang out, and Lei Qian's charging figure was slammed to the ground.

Rumble!

Instantly, terrifying cracks appeared on the ground, spreading in all directions!

As for Lei Qian, he was like a lump of mud, slumped on the ground, his face deathly pale, spitting out blood, and his aura extremely weak!

At the same time, Lin Fan opened his palm, and in his palm lay a jade hairpin, its faint glow seeming to mock him...

Seeing the dramatic turn of events, everyone around involuntarily opened their mouths slightly wider.

Those Yuanmen disciples stared wide-eyed, like drowning people, their faces filled with terror and disbelief!

How is this possible?

That's none other than Little Thunder King Lei Qian!

Lin Fan not only snatched the hairpin from his hand, but also beat Lei Qian like a dead dog with a single palm strike!

This is unbelievable!

A gentle breeze swept across the field, stirring up a wisp of dust before drifting away, leaving a group of people dumbfounded.

What was expected to be a thrilling match ended in such an astonishing way!

"Pay up!" Lin Fan toyed with the hairpin in his hand, looked at the location of the Yuan Sect disciples, and chuckled softly.

His voice slowly spread, making the area even quieter.

"puff!"

Lei Qian, already weakened, was overcome by rage, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and fainted.

On the distant pavilion, the beautiful woman with a cool and aloof demeanor had a look of shock in her deep, still eyes.

Especially for someone like her who knows Lin Fan's background, the shock was undoubtedly even more intense.

Who could have imagined that a mere youth from a branch family of a low-level dynasty would rise to this point...

Ling Qingzhu bit her lip lightly, and after a moment, even with her aloof personality, she couldn't help but sigh softly.

Clearly, his calm and serene state of mind had been disrupted by the familiar figure that had reappeared before him.

This kind of thing has happened to her very rarely, especially since it happened to the same man!

……

Pay up!

When Lin Fan's faint laughter spread through the deathly silent area, everyone's expressions became quite interesting.

When they saw Lei Qian so angry that he vomited blood and fainted, their expressions became even more interesting.

"Playing dead to avoid debt?" Lin Fan sneered, then looked at Jiang Tao and said calmly, "You're willing to pay for Lei Qian, is that alright?"

Jiang Tao felt a chill creep into his heart as Lin Fan stared at him.

Thinking of Lei Qian's fate, Jiang Tao's expression changed for a moment. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll pay for Senior Brother Lei Qian's expenses."

Immediately, Jiang Tao turned to the gray-robed middle-aged man shrouded in light on the blue stone, threw out a Qiankun bag, and said, "Here are three million Nirvana Pills!"

The middle-aged man in gray was the owner of the hairpin and spiritual treasure shop, and he had watched the fight between Lin Fan and Lei Qian with great interest.

"That's not enough. The price of this hairpin is six million Nirvana Pills."

The middle-aged man in gray reached out and took the Qiankun bag, smiling broadly.

"Bullshit! When you were negotiating with her just now, it was only three million Nirvana Pills!" Jiang Tao shouted angrily upon hearing this.

The middle-aged man in gray glanced at him lazily and said indifferently, "It's six million now."

"you!"

Jiang Tao was so angry at the middle-aged man in gray that his face turned ashen, but he didn't explode. With a flick of his wrist, he threw out another Qiankun bag, and a violent force shot out towards the middle-aged man in gray.

Faced with Jiang Tao's actions, the middle-aged man in gray smiled faintly, casually deflecting the violent force and catching the Qiankun bag steadily.

"Thank you," the middle-aged man said with a faint smile, glancing at the Qiankun bag in his hand.

"Let's go, take Senior Brother Lei Qian with us!"

Jiang Tao glanced deeply at Lin Fan and the Dao Sect disciples, said nothing harsh, and waved his hand to give instructions to the Yuan Sect disciples.

Soon, the group of people, their faces grim, pushed through the crowd and quickly disappeared into the distance. Their retreating figures looked rather dejected.

"Senior Brother Lin Fan is awesome!"

As the Yuanmen disciples slunk away, cheers erupted from the Daozong disciples.

The Dao Sect and the Yuan Sect have had countless conflicts, large and small, but the Dao Sect has rarely been able to gain the upper hand. This time, Lin Fan's crushing defeat of Lei Qian made them cheer with satisfaction.

Lin Fan smiled, then turned around and tossed the emerald hairpin in his hand to Ying Huanhuan, saying, "Here, consider it a gift for you."

Ying Huanhuan carefully took the hairpin, her cheeks slightly flushed, and then looked up at Lin Fan with a sweet smile. Her obedient appearance was a stark contrast to her previous spoiled and willful demeanor.

"Such impressive skills... You've been keeping them well hidden," Wang Yan said as he approached, his voice filled with surprise and rare excitement.

Lin Fan smiled and shook his head, then his mind suddenly shifted, and he raised his gaze slightly to the top of the pavilion in the distance.

Then, that aloof and cold figure in white clothes and a white skirt appeared in his sight.

Two gazes, separated by some distance, finally collided and intertwined in mid-air.

For a moment, both of their bodies stiffened noticeably, and a complex and indescribable emotion welled up in their hearts.

Lin Fan's actions were noticed by Ying Xiaoxiao and the others, who then followed their gaze. When they saw that aloof figure, their expressions changed slightly.

"It's Ling Qingzhu from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace. She's indeed leading the team in this year's sect competition..."

Wang Yan said softly, and even with his somewhat numb state of mind, he was slightly moved when he looked at that beautiful figure.

"This woman is truly enchanting; she has captivated countless geniuses from top sects in the Eastern Xuan Region..."