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"Master, stop kidding; how could I possibly be your opponent?" Ye Ran laughed.
Leng Wuyan placed her hands behind her back and reassured, "Don't worry, I won't overpower you with my cultivation. I'll just use this finger, and if you can touch my body, you win."
"..."
Dude, the lines were identical.
Ye Ran wanted to cry but had no tears.
"Master, please calm down; Lu Xinran and I have no connection," he explained.
Leng Wuyan folded her hands behind her back and clarified, "I'm testing your actual combat ability. It has nothing to do with Lu Xinran."
Testing strength? This felt more like retaliation!
Indeed, she was a female devil; despite her innocent appearance, once she got jealous, things could take a "love and kill" turn!
Ye Ran said, "The disciple admits defeat; the disciple is convinced."
"Don't admit defeat!" Leng Wuyan pinched her waist, emphasizing, "If you admit defeat, I'll ignore you!"
After much consideration, this was the only "punishment" she could think of.
"..."
Ye Ran was in a dilemma.
Ultimately, he decided to "satisfy" her; otherwise, the outcome would be even worse.
"Master, please be gentle during the fight and don't harm me; otherwise, you'll be a widow." Ye Ran warned anxiously.
Leng Wuyan laughed and said, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. It's just a competition; you'll be fine."
"With the master's assurance, the disciple will feel more at ease."
"Shall we begin?"
"Wait a moment!"
"What is it now?"
Ye Ran licked his lips and asked, "In case the disciple wins by chance, is there a reward?"
"A reward..." Leng Wuyan pondered for a moment. "If you win, I'll grant you one favor, as long as it's reasonable."
"Alright."
Ye Ran nodded, signifying the agreement.
Hum~
With a soft sound, a dark shadow emanated from Leng Wuyan's body like a translucent film, enclosing the entire Houshan Bieyuan.
There was a moment of silence.
Ye Ran was still standing there but had lost all perception of the outside world.
The entire back mountain seemed like an isolated island in Wang Yangzhong.
"Is this the domain of an emperor-level powerhouse?" Ye Ran felt a little nervous.
"Let's begin; no one will disturb us," Leng Wuyan said.
"Alright."
Ye Ran wasted no time. His figure transformed into a shadow, appearing behind her, seemingly shrinking inch by inch.
His speed was more than a hundred times faster than Lu Xinran!
But every time he made a move, a slender jade finger was already touching his forehead.
"You're too slow," Leng Wuyan remarked.
Before he could finish his move, another Ye Ran suddenly appeared behind her, his palm surrounded by a strong wind, aiming for a strike.
"Using shadows as camouflage is a clever idea, but unfortunately, the speed is still too slow."
Leng Wuyan flexed her fingers, and in a burst of energy, Ye Ran was pushed away.
Ye Ran rolled and landed, rubbing his sore forehead.
"Let's go again!"
His figure blurred, turning into a shadow that covered the sky, surging towards her like a tsunami.
However, no matter what Ye Ran did, there was always a jade finger in front of him, a defense line that seemed impenetrable.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Ye Ran didn't know how many times he was bounced away.
He squatted on the ground, a trickle of blood slowly oozing from the corner of his mouth.
In fact, Leng Wuyan hadn't used much force; the injury was caused by Ye Ran's own resistance.
The physical resilience of an emperor-level powerhouse was astonishing!
Leng Wuyan couldn't bear it and said, "Alright, let's end the sparring here."
"No, it's not over yet!"
Ye Ran was determined.
With a swift movement of his palm, a gleaming silver spear appeared in his hand.
Taking a step forward, the air suddenly froze, and the Yin Ling spear trembled wildly, exuding intense spear intent.
"Huh?"
Leng Wuyan furrowed her brow.
The white light in Ye Ran's eyes grew even more intense, almost blinding to look at.
Gripping the spear's shaft with his right hand, the surroundings suddenly dimmed as if all the light gathered at the spear's tip.
"Take this!"
As the spear thrust forth, a surge of silver light followed.
The terrifying spear intent filled the space, illuminating the entire back mountain like daylight!
"Interesting."
Leng Wuyan smiled slightly, her eyes filled with appreciation.
She lightly tapped the spear's tip with her index finger, and the white light instantly disappeared.
No matter how hard Ye Ran pushed and the silver spear trembled and clanged, it couldn't move forward.
"Your marksmanship is impressive; where did you learn it?"
"This is the Ye family's marksmanship!"
As Ye Ran spoke, he suddenly let go of the spear with his right hand and pressed it into Leng Wuyan's chest.
Leng Wuyan was about to push him away when she noticed his left hand forming a seal and his eyes darkening, exerting sudden pressure on her.
The secret technique of You Luo Temple, the secret seal of spiritual pressure!
The air felt like a swamp suddenly, resisting every movement with great force.
Ye Ran intended to use this move to delay her reaction!
"Good technique!"
Leng Wuyan's eyes were even more appreciative.
Even she had to exert some strength to break free from the secret seal's constraints, and a sudden pressure washed over her.
"Puff!"
Ye Ran suddenly spat out blood and fell to the ground.
He landed with a thud, unmoving and breathless.
"Ran'er!"
Leng Wuyan was startled. Could it be that she had miscalculated her strength?
She hurriedly flew over, cradling Ye Ran in her arms, and her spirit power surged through his body in an instant.
"Strange, his meridians are stable, and there's no harm at all."
Leng Wuyan froze suddenly.
Looking down, she saw a hand grasping her chest.
Despite spitting blood, Ye Ran smiled slyly and said, "Master, this disciple has won."
Leng Wuyan: (⊙_⊙)