Best Young Master
Chapter 359 - 320: A Desperate Battle!

Chapter 359: Chapter 320: A Desperate Battle!

As his words ceased, Ye Long did not immediately launch an attack but instead pulled out a pair of yellow gloves.

Under the light, Ye Fan could clearly see that the yellow boxing gloves were identical in shape to his Black Iron Fist set, just a different color.

Yanhuang Boxing Gloves!

The saying goes, "Once bitten by a snake, one is scared of a well rope for ten years." Having suffered greatly from underestimating Ye Fan earlier, Ye Long now aimed to ensure absolute certainty of success. Not only did he plan to use his full strength, but he also put on the Yanhuang Boxing Gloves, a mid-level Magic Artifact specifically forged for him by the Yanhuang Organization.

Although the mid-level Magic Artifact, Yanhuang Boxing Gloves, could not compare to the high-level Magic Artifact Black Iron Fist set, they could still increase the user’s attack speed and power by fifty percent, making them a highly sought-after item among masters of Fist Technique.

"It seems that Ye Long is determined to kill me,"

Seeing this, Ye Fan understood clearly -- with Ye Long’s strength, if he were to wear the Yanhuang Boxing Gloves and use "Yanhuang’s Fury," Ye Fan probably wouldn’t be able to withstand even a single move.

Knowing this, reason told Ye Fan that the best course of action at the moment would be to dodge Ye Long’s sharp edge and retreat for now, and after breakthroughing to the Great Success Realm of Innate, he could seek revenge!

Currently, he had already formed a Power Seed in the forty-fifth vital acupoint. As long as he saturated the Essence of Power in the forty-fifth Power Seed and formed another Power Seed in the forty-sixth vital acupoint, he could step into the Great Success Realm of Innate!

Once he broke through to the Great Success Realm of Innate, killing Ye Long would be as easy as slaughtering a chicken!

"I told you, if you had run away earlier, I wouldn’t have been able to stop you, but now...you don’t even have the chance to run away!"

Seemingly noticing Ye Fan’s thought of leaving, Ye Long sneered. His right foot slammed down, and with a "snap," his whole body shot towards Ye Fan like an arrow released from a bow.

"Whoosh--"

As Ye Long moved, a breaking sound transmitted, the air seemed to tear open, creating a vacuum zone with a turbulent airflow behind, the scene was indeed frightening.

"Die!"

Under the night sky, Ye Long seemed to cover ground with extraordinary speed, closing the distance to within ten meters from Ye Fan in mere moments, like a fierce tiger about to pounce on its prey, he roared loudly.

The roar burst forth, and his aura surged!

In an instant.

Ye Long’s battle intent completely boiled over!

For a moment, Ye Fan felt an illusion as if he was on a battlefield.

Hmm?

Astonished, Ye Fan immediately activated his Mind Power, dispelling the illusion.

Simultaneously.

With his battle intent fully boiling, Ye Long’s muscles and bones resonated like clashing steel, buzzing loudly. His uninjured left arm swung, his left fist turning into a Phantom, and he hurled it with all his might at Ye Fan!

Danger!

Just as Ye Fan dispelled the illusion, he felt an overwhelming aura evolving from the War Realm enveloping him completely, pressurizing his consciousness and forcing him to submit!

He felt utterly enveloped by Ye Long’s Fist Intent, as if isolated from the world. No matter how much he dodged, he could not escape Ye Long’s terrifying punch!

The Fist Intent had arrived before the fist itself!

— Yanhuang’s Fury!

To cleanse the shame, Ye Long’s first move was the ultimate killing move of "Yanhuang Fist": "Yanhuang’s Fury."

"Yanhuang Fist" was a supreme skill created by Yan, combining the war realm of martial arts.

When Yan created the ultimate killing move, "Yanhuang’s Fury," he fully immersed himself in the ancient battlefield, imagining himself as a general surrounded by enemy troops, facing death with defiance and striking out with all his might!

Although Ye Long had only grasped the First Level of "Yanhuang’s Fury," he had already perceived a trace of its profound truth.

At this moment, he seemed like an ancient warrior riding into battle on a horse, using his body as the horse, his arm as the spear, and his fist as the spearhead, thrusting out with full force!

In a moment of life and death,

Ye Fan’s mind was steady as a rock, his Mind Power surged crazily, instantly resisting Ye Long’s oppressive aura, breaking through Ye Long’s Fist Intent, and immediately acting on the Yanhuang Boxing Gloves on Ye Long’s hands, slowing down Ye Long’s attack speed.

Simultaneously, Ye Fan shifted his right foot, twirling his body like a spiral, and dodged to the side.

"Whoosh!"

A whooshing sound erupted, and Ye Long’s fist roared past in front of Ye Fan, the fierce Fist Intent stirring up an airflow that, like a blade, slashed across Ye Fan’s face.

Despite being covered with Essence of Power, Ye Fan still felt his face sting painfully, and his eyes burned.

Having no time to mind the pain on his face, and having barely dodged Ye Long’s killing move, Ye Fan held his breath and swiftly slid backwards, slippery as an oily loach!

As for Ye Long, because his punch was too ferocious, his body moved like a black Phantom, intersecting with Ye Fan’s shadow, and he only stopped after advancing more than ten meters.

"Crack—"

The moment Ye Long stopped, the marble floor of the courtyard, unable to withstand the strain, suddenly exploded, scattering debris everywhere.

Twenty meters away, Ye Fan also came to a halt.

"Whew~"

Under the night sky, Ye Fan took a deep breath, a flash of shock crossing his features.

Having heard Chu Xuanji speak of the terrifying aspects of "Yanhuang Fist," and having studied it himself, he was prepared for the combat power Ye Long could unleash at full strength, but he had still underestimated the power of that punch!

He was certain, if he hadn’t managed to resist Ye Long’s Fist Intent with his strong will and consciousness, making a timely dodge, he would definitely have been killed by that punch!

Even in his view, the power of that punch from Ye Long had already surpassed the attack of a normal Innate Great Perfection Stage Martial Artist, fully capable of killing an ordinary Innate Great Perfection Master!

Indeed, things turned out just as Ye Fan had anticipated.

The First Level of Yanhuang’s Fury, the Essence of Power was equivalent to six times the full-force strike of a martial artist not using any martial arts skills!

And the quality of Ye Long’s own Essence of Power was twice that of a Peak stage of Innate Martial Artist!

This meant that when Ye Long used the killing move "Yanhuang’s Fury," his Essence of Power was equivalent to twelve times the full-force strike of a normal Peak stage of Innate Martial Artist when not using any martial arts techniques!

Furthermore, the Yanhuang boxing gloves Ye Long was wearing could increase his speed and strength by fifty percent!

Thus, it was an 18-fold increase!!

Whereas a typical martial artist at the Innate Great Perfection stage had an attack power only about 10 times that of a peak stage of Innate martial artist!

Not only was Ye Fan shocked, but Ye Long himself was also astounded.

You see, that punch was the strongest combat power he could unleash at the moment!

In his view, among the young martial arts geniuses, aside from Leng Feng, the top genius of the younger generation in the Yanhuang Organization, and Bai Emperor from the Ye Family, no one else could withstand it.

Moreover, he believed that ninety-nine percent of geniuses, intimidated by the Fist Intent, wouldn’t even have the chance to dodge!

And yet, Ye Fan had dodged that punch unscathed. How could he not be shocked?

"I want to see how many moves you can dodge!"

Despite being shocked, Ye Long did not show it on his face but instead sneered coldly, shooting rapidly towards Ye Fan again.

"Snap—"

No response.

Ye Fan pulled away explosively!

Through the power displayed by Ye Long’s punch just now, Ye Fan gained a clear understanding of Ye Long’s strength.

He knew well that even if Ye Long did not use "Yanhuang’s Fury," just using other techniques from the "Yanhuang Fist" could deliver double the power of a common blow, coupled with the enhancement from the Yanhuang boxing gloves and Ye Long’s exceptional strength quality, a direct clash would inevitably result in injury!

As if anticipating Ye Fan would avoid a head-on confrontation, this time, Ye Long did not rush to attack but merely used his terrifying speed advantage from his movement technique to continuously close the distance with Ye Fan.

Twenty meters, fifteen meters, ten meters!

Gradually, the distance between Ye Long and Ye Fan was reduced.

"You can’t escape, you bastard!"

Seeing that the distance between them had reached a range where they could attack, Ye Long still chose not to strike but continued to close in on Ye Fan, seemingly wanting to deliver a fatal blow!

"If I were to attack him, I could only do it when our distance is shortened, using Mind Power to control the Xuanye Flying Blade, catching him off guard!"

"But... if I attack first, he would definitely sense it instantly, and there’s a high likelihood he could dodge."

"If I want the Xuanye Flying Blade to hit him, it can only be when his mind is most relaxed, aiming for a fatal blow!"

"And to make him let down his guard, I must clash with him head-on, making him believe he has full control."

"If we clash head-on, using Yanhuang’s Fury will undoubtedly kill me; if he uses other techniques from ’Yanhuang Fist,’ a single strike would be equivalent to five or six times the power of an ordinary solo Peak Innate martial artist, whereas my ’Qi Rushes to the Sky’ is 3.6 times. At most, I would be heavily injured, which could be healed by the Pure Yang Qi in my body!"

Ignoring Ye Long’s taunting, Ye Fan, while retreating explosively, was also rapidly strategizing, contemplating the disparity in their strengths and countermeasures.

Thinking it over, Ye Fan steeled his heart, deciding to fight desperately!

Because, from his earlier sensing, although Yanhuang’s Fury was powerful, it had a process of accumulating momentum and strength, was slower than other techniques, and extremely draining. Given Ye Long’s current display of war intent, he likely wouldn’t use Yanhuang’s Fury this time.

Thus, even if he was to fight Ye Long head-on, he would only be injured, not killed!

And... he could take advantage when Ye Long let down his guard after the hard clash, to strike a lethal blow!

No sooner had he thought it than Ye Fan made his move, his mind activating the Power within forty-five vital acupoints in his body, calling it forth furiously, converging it towards his right fist.

Instantly, a sinister and terrifying evil aura began to permeate around Ye Fan.

When the evil yin appeared, Iron Fist swung!

Ye Fan did not hesitate, unleashing his ultimate killing move "Qi Rushes to the Sky" again!

"Still coming at me?"

Though he said that, Ye Long’s face showed no trace of disdain; he really wanted to use "Yanhuang’s Fury" to instantly kill Ye Fan, but since the world did not allow it, he had to swing a "Beng" fist in response!

Although it was just an ordinary Beng Fist, this punch still contained a trace of the War Realm, perfectly integrated with the "Zha" decision from the ancient Spear Technique, focusing power at one point with unmatched might.

"Boom—"

A muffled sound emitted as the fists of Ye Fan and Ye Long violently collided.

Crackle!

At the impact, the Power contained within their fists exploded like cannonballs, clashing together.

"Crack—"

Just like the previous direct confrontation, the sound of breaking bones resounded after the collision of forces.

However—

This time, it was Ye Fan whose arm was broken by the shock!

Beyond that, the remaining force from the Beng Fist hammered into Ye Fan’s body, instantly injuring his internal organs and causing him to lose balance, spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, and fly backward.

Meanwhile, Ye Long stood firm like nails in the ground, unmoved, his face showing a victor’s unique mocking smile.

"Whoosh—"

Just then.

The sound of breaking through the air suddenly rose!

A Xuanye Flying Blade whistled out of Ye Fan’s sleeve, turning into a streak of white light, shooting towards the close Ye Long!!

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