Chapter 69: Confrontation

  As soon as Ning Fan appeared, the horse face that was originally arrogant and unreasonable, with a look of disdain on his face, immediately changed color.

  Seemingly intimidated by Ning Fangyu's sudden arrival and the terrifying aura surrounding him, Ma Lian's imposing demeanor weakened slightly, stuttering slightly as he spoke in a still-hard tone: "Hmph, I merely stated the facts!"

  Ning Fan sneered coldly and said: "Facts? You're only brave enough to speak ill of others behind their backs, yet you dare to mention the word 'facts'?"

  His face turned stern, and he said in a cold tone: "You...! Ning Fan, don't be too arrogant! Don't think that I'm afraid of you. The true strength of our sect's master is beyond your imagination! You may be a genius among the outer disciples, but once you enter the inner sect, you're nothing but trash in front of Master!"

  Ning Fangyu took a few steps forward, his momentum pressing against Ma Lian's face. "Is that so? Since you think so, let's exchange one move and see who's the real deal. After this one move, our past grievances will be settled once and for all. Are you daring or not?"

  One move?

  His eyes flickered, his cultivation was already at the early stage of "Wu Tu Seventh Stage", which was one step higher than Ning Fan's. However, if they were to truly fight, Horse Face still didn't have much confidence, after all, he also knew that Ning Fan had defeated a strong Wu Tu Seventh Stage cultivator, and his heart couldn't help but feel uneasy.

  However, the real fight may not be possible, but one move is absolutely no problem! Horse face confidently, with his higher cultivation than Ning Fangyu and the ultimate move he had been practicing hard for years, he can easily take Ning Fangyu's one move.

  It was he who first mocked Ning Fangyu, and now he didn't want to lose face by escaping. After a slight pause, Ma Liang responded: "Good! Let's exchange one punch, let me see how talented this so-called number one genius of the outer sect really is!"

  Ma's face spoke, his body slightly arched, his right arm fell back, his left arm crossed his chest, and the sleeve of his right arm suddenly rose without wind, apparently the gathered internal yuan qi was rapidly pouring into his right fist at an astonishing speed.

  "Ah! This is the starting move of the 'Prajna Fist'!"

  Among the onlookers, those with insight couldn't help but exclaim.

  "Heh heh!" Ma Lian heard the exclamation from the crowd and let out a pleased cold laugh.

  This palm technique is a famous high-level martial art of the Ning family, he went through the back door to learn it and spent a lot of effort and money before finally mastering this precious martial art.

  Ning Fan Yu's expression remained haughty and unwavering as he asked lightly, "Is this ready?"

  The horse face let out a cold hum and shouted: "Come on!"

  This was a direct confrontation between the strong, and everyone didn't want to miss this opportunity to watch the excitement and open their eyes. Suddenly, everyone consciously cleared out a large empty space for battle, held their breath, and stared intently at the two people in the arena. The square was quiet for a moment, with even a pin drop audible.

  Ma Lian had already taken his stance, but Ning Fangyu seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll, walking towards Ma Lian with his hands behind his back.

  One step, two steps, three steps, four steps...

  Ning Fan Yu's movements were light and carefree, yet somehow had an indescribable aura of pressure that was palpable with every step, as if walking on the edge of a knife.

  "Ah!"

  When Ning Fangyu walked to the seventh step, Ma Lian finally couldn't hold back and launched an attack. He shouted loudly, his foot popped on the ground, and he took a swift arrow step forward. His right arm, which had been hanging down, drew a strange arc in the air from bottom to top, striking Ning Fangyu's chest.

  Wow!

  The air burst with a loud noise, and the right fist of Ma's face was surrounded by a flowing gas ring, which was faintly shining. At first glance, it was clear that this "Banzhouquan" ultimate move had a powerful force, and when it burst out, the inner yuanqi actually penetrated through his body!

  Everyone saw the situation, and they all exclaimed in surprise, marveling at Ma Lian's strength and powerful fist. But in the next second, their eyes were fixed even more tightly, and they all wanted to see just how powerful Ma Lian's punch was. Could Ning Fangyu withstand it?

  "Jack-in-the-box!"

  Ning Fan Yu sneered and his body didn't move at all, but his right palm had already struck out, lightly and precisely landing on the horse's face.

  Bang!

  The majestic horse suddenly and swiftly flew back with an even faster speed, and landed clumsily on the ground with a thud.

  His face lost all its dignity, Ma's face crawled up, pale and colorless, pointing at Ning Fan Yu: "You..." Only one word was spoken, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

  It wasn't until then that everyone realized that Ning Fan's casual strike had actually caused internal injuries to Ma's face! At this moment, the square was once again filled with cries of surprise.

  Ma Lian's ugly face is also a strong hand of "Wu Tu Qi Jie", who has entered the family's inner door. Everyone thinks that even if Ma Lian's real strength is slightly inferior to Ning Fan Yu, at least Ma Lian will not lose too badly.

  But unexpectedly, the gap in strength was so great! Ning Fan Yu didn't even use any martial skills, just a light and casual palm strike, and "Martial Disciple Seventh Stage" Ma's face was internal injured!

  It seems that a genius is still a genius after all! Can't be measured with ordinary people's eyesight!

  Everyone was amazed and shook their heads in emotion.

  Among the crowd, Ning Chong raised an eyebrow and saw more. Ma Lian's cultivation was superior, and his "Prajna Fist" was indeed astonishingly powerful, not to be underestimated. However, Ning Fan Yu's strength was far stronger than Ma Lian's!

  Although Ning Fangyu's cultivation is slightly inferior to Ma Lian, his breath is more condensed and stable. The quality of his internal yuan qi is definitely above that of Ma Lian. Ning Fangyu's control and application of internal yuan qi are also significantly better than Ma Lian's.

  Secondly, it can be clearly seen that Ning Fan Yu's palm skills have reached a relatively high level, surpassing Ma Liang's "Prajna Boxing" in many ways.

  "What I'm seeing with my own eyes now, without a doubt, is that the reputation of being the number one genius outside the universe isn't just an empty name! However, I, Ning Feng, am no longer the same as before! I have stood up! Those who humiliated me will be repaid a hundredfold, all the geniuses who blocked my path to martial arts, I, Ning Feng, will trample them all! One day, I, Ning Feng, will climb to the pinnacle of martial arts and shake the world with my name!"

  With one punch, Ma Lian was defeated. Ning Fan didn't have the slightest hint of pride on his face as he turned around and walked away calmly. To him, Ma Lian was just a clown, defeating him was not difficult at all, nor did it bring any sense of accomplishment. If Ma Lian hadn't spoken out of turn, in Ning Fan's eyes, he wasn't even worth the effort to crush an ant.

  Just as the crowd was still in shock over Ning Fan's one-punch defeat of "Martial Disciple Seventh Level" Ma, they saw Ning Fan striding towards them with large steps, his target seemingly someone in the crowd.

  Was there a friend or foe among the crowd? The onlookers were puzzled, yet extremely interested in Ning Fan's next move. Those who thought they had nothing to do with Ning Fan took a step back voluntarily.