The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 342: The Great Battle Begins_1

Chapter 342: Chapter 342: The Great Battle Begins_1

Pei Wanjian’s voice had barely faded when a slender figure appeared on the coastline.

He let his hands droop, stood tall, and as the Qing Feng breezed by, his clothes fluttered, making him seem like an immortal exiled from the mundane world.

"Look, it’s that young man with the surname Ning! He’s finally here!"

"He didn’t run away, he actually has some guts!"

The crowd began discussing when they saw Ning Fan appear.

The killer battle three days ago had happened at night, and afterward Dai Zhenggang had sealed the news, so almost no one knew of Ning Fan’s true strength.

Ning Fan stood by the seaside and looked out. Far out at sea, Pei Wanjian was just a tiny speck.

"Ha, there are no boats left ashore. This guy can’t even reach the sea where Master Pei is."

"They can’t fight, they’re not even on the same level."

"He could swim over there, hahaha."

The onlookers saw Ning Fan standing motionless on the shore and all burst into laughter.

Ning Fan, as if he hadn’t heard them, took a step with his right foot and stepped directly towards the sea.

Buzz—

As ripples spread out in circles, Ning Fan stood steady on the surface of the sea and took a step forward as if walking on flat ground.

"Hiss! Can that kid actually walk on water?"

The crowd was amazed.

In the midst of the people’s discussions, Ning Fan quickly arrived in front of Pei Wanjian and stood firmly on the surface of the sea.

"Not bad."

Pei Wanjian, with arms behind his back, spoke indifferently, "Having made it here, you’re qualified to fight me."

Seeing Ning Fan arrive, Shen Qifa commanded the yacht to approach.

"Before we start the fight, let’s confirm the bet one last time."

Shen Qifa held a contract, reiterating the content of the previous bet.

"This bet is witnessed by the three parties as well as various individuals from Shen City. No matter who wins or loses, the bet must be strictly executed."

Shen Qifa even had Dai Zhenggang act as a notary to ensure that the bet could be finished smoothly, making it legally binding.

Ning Fan nodded and said calmly, "That’s right, you’re worried about someone going back on their word, so you even had a notary. It really does fit the Shen Family’s style."

"Hmph, I hope that when you lose, you’ll hand over the formula for Spirit Qi Water willingly and kneel to apologize to my Shen Family, then serve as a servant for ten years!" Shen Qifa scoffed.

"I also hope that if you lose, you will willingly hand over all of the Shen Family’s assets, as well as that token," Ning Fan said calmly.

Shen Bingying looked at Ning Fan, and for some reason, an ominous premonition suddenly rose in her heart.

"Ning Fan, if...I mean if."

Shen Bingying hesitated, then spoke cautiously, "If I apologize to you now, agree to break off our engagement, and return the token and money to you, can you...not fight?"

"Sister, what are you afraid of? There’s no need to apologize!" shouted Shen Wanxin, "This guy absolutely cannot be a match for Senior Pei!"

Shen Bingying ignored Shen Wanxin and looked at Ning Fan expectantly.

For some reason, just the thought of Ning Fan in the ancient tomb made her worry without reason.

"No."

However, Ning Fan shook his head.

Even disregarding the bet itself, standing here, he could feel Pei Wanjian’s strength and was also eager to see for himself.

At the same time, he wanted to test just how powerful he had become.

The Shen Family’s yacht quickly retreated, leaving only Ning Fan and Pei Wanjian standing face to face on the sea.

"Young man, I comprehended the true essence of power many years ago and already knew that martial arts and spellcasting ultimately converge on the same path. Young man, you’re no match for me."

"If you concede now, seeing as you’ve achieved such a cultivation at such a young age, I might spare your life," Pei Wanjian said with a nonchalant air.

Ning Fan spoke indifferently, "You’re a Spellcaster, right? Are all these words just to buy time? If so, you can just say so; I will give you time to prepare your spells."

Hearing this, Pei Wanjian’s demeanor became even more arrogant, and he said with a condescending look, "I am indeed a Spellcaster, but my spells have reached the point of instant casting."

Whoosh!

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Wanjian raised his right hand, and a water arrow suddenly condensed and shot straight at Ning Fan.

Ning Fan sidestepped slightly to avoid it.

The water arrow entered the sea, becoming a part of the water.

"Is this your instant-cast spell?" Ning Fan said calmly, "It seems mediocre."

Hearing Ning Fan’s mockery, Pei Wanjian did not get angry. Instead, he said indifferently, "Young man, such ignorance can lead to serious trouble."

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Behind him, dozens of water arrows rose from the sea, hovering in mid-air.

"Go!"

Pei Wanjian pointed, and the water arrows shot out.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The myriad water arrows, like real arrows, created a turbulent air vortex, speeding straight toward Ning Fan.

Ning Fan tapped his toes and began to dodge across the sea like a specter.

Pfft pfft pfft!

As water arrows plunged into the sea, reverting to water before being reformed into arrows by Pei Wanjian’s control.

Despite the multitude of water arrows, Ning Fan’s nimble movements allowed him to evade each one.

"Hmph, you’re quite good at dodging."

Pei Wanjian’s eyes darkened, and he raised his palms; resounding mana surged forth once again.

Buzz!

In the next moment, hundreds of water arrows, ten times the amount before, formed in mid-air.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Countless water arrows shot out, becoming a torrential arrow rain that overwhelmed Ning Fan in an instant.

Ning Fan, even with his speed, could not dodge every arrow and had to withstand the hits.

He slapped an Amulet onto his body, with each Amulet blocking a water arrow.

For those he couldn’t avoid, he used Spiritual Power to forcefully dissolve them.