Ye Fan did seem to have taken this Smith high, but unfortunately, although Smith was quick, there was someone even faster. The moment Smith made his move, Ye Fan had already raised the butcher knife in his hand. He wanted to test the skill of this instructor who was extremely formidable according to TuTu.

Two divine weapons clashed in mid-air, but instead of the expected clang, there was utter silence. Without a doubt, the cleaver's blade was instantly sliced clean in half by the triangular spear!

In Ye Fan's hand, only half a hilt of a sword remained!

This scene left everyone present dumbfounded, including Ye Fan himself. He couldn't help but feel a jolt in his heart. How could he have forgotten that Smith was holding a military dagger forged from thousands of temperings of fine steel, while he only had an ordinary butcher knife. Could these two even be compared?

Smith was also staring at this in disbelief. He opened his mouth wide, staring incredulously at the blood-stained blade he had always revered, now cleaved cleanly in two by his own strike? Had his martial arts skills reached a new level?

Ye Fan suddenly roared in the arena, "Return my Blood Drinking Mad Blade!" He threw the half-blade hilt in his hand towards Smith!

Smith used the dagger in his hand to flick the half hilt into the air, and said uncertainly: “Mr. Ye Fan, is that truly your Blood Drinking Mad Sword?”

Ye Fan said angrily, "Is there still a fake? This knife is forged from divine iron, incredibly hard, cutting mud like mud. The most valuable thing is that it has been with me for ten years, and I became famous overnight because of this knife. I was hoping to use it to kill many enemies and make achievements in the future, but you destroyed my meal companion! How do you plan to compensate me?"

Ye Fan spouted a bunch of nonsense, his eyes gleaming as he stared at the military saber in Smith's hand. This saber was definitely top-notch in quality; it could probably even break open Xia Guanghe's boxing glove from back then? His Autumn Wind Falling Leaves Sweep couldn't be easily shown to others. If he could have this good weapon, it would save him a lot of trouble.

Smith's face flickered with a range of emotions, and he seemed lost in thought.

Seeing him like this, Ye Fan couldn't help but chuckle in his heart. This wooden head wouldn't actually give me the military dagger, would he?

A man in a suit suddenly ran up, handing the half of the butcher knife that had been slashed by Smith's soldiers to Smith. He then whispered something in Smith's ear, gripping the half-butcher knife head, Smith trembled uncontrollably. Suddenly, with both hands, he pressed down, and the half-butcher knife head was forcefully broken in half again!

Ye Fan also jumped in surprise. Could this Smith also be like Pig Brother Kong Hua, having practiced Eagle Claw Kung Fu? He sure packs a punch!

“Ye, you actually tricked me?” Shi was furious as he stared into Ye Fan's eyes. What a peerless weapon, Blood Drinking Mad Saber? This was clearly just a butcher knife sold in the market! He thought that the moment he stepped onto the stage, he would force Ye Fan to use his ultimate skill, and he himself had already used his own powerful weapon to gain an advantage, but in the end, he was still played by this kid.

Ye Fan chuckled and said, “Don’t misunderstand. Blood Drinking Mad Knife, as the name suggests, can also be called a Blood-Drinking Mad Knife. As for the butcher's knife, it kills a lot of pigs every day, so it is truly a real blood-drinking mad knife…”

"Damn you!" Smith brandished his three-pronged bayonet, charging towards Ye Fan. This kid was truly despicable, comparing himself to a pig! He wouldn't show him some color and he'd never know the King of Horses still had a third eye!

Ye Fan smiled, but his movements were swift. He moved with agility, engaging in a fight with Smith.

And Smith's men looked at Ye Fan as if they were looking at a dead person. In their eyes, it was easy for their boss to deal with this guy. What's more, the boss had already used his signature weapon, while the man named Ye Fan had nothing in his hands. They believed that it wouldn't be long before he was defeated.

However, what surprised him was that the boss and that person had been fighting for quite a while. It seemed that the boss had the upper hand, and that person only had the ability to parry without retaliating. But every time the boss was about to deliver a decisive blow, that person would always miraculously dodge it at the last moment. This was truly amazing. How did he do it? Was it luck or skill?

...While Smith was fighting on the scene, he knew it wasn't easy. Although he had the upper hand for a time, this Ye Fan was truly elusive. Despite his fierce attacks, he couldn't even touch the other's clothes, let alone inflict any harm.

He only now realized that everything the organization had said was true. This Ye Fan was truly terrifying. They had told him that if he encountered Ye Fan, he should gather thirty people together to have even a chance of holding him back. But now that he had already spoken, could he go back on his word? Would that still be considered chivalrous?

Smith was now breathing heavily, he and Ye Fan were fighting faster and faster, he couldn't keep up with Ye Fan's speed anymore.

This can't go on like this, we need to find a solution immediately!

Smith suddenly leaped out of the circle, brandishing a military saber in front of him. A flash of silver appeared as he waved it around. If Ye Fan dared to pursue him further, he would crash into this silver barrier and be crushed to pieces!

The screen receded, Ye Fan still stood there with a smile on his face, while Smith was drenched in sweat. This gave him a moment to catch his breath, and at this time, Ye Fan did not take the opportunity to attack him, which surprised him.

Actually, what surprised Ye Fan even more was that Smith was clearly not his opponent, yet these thirty death soldiers remained motionless, as if they had no intention of helping at all. Ye Fan thought to himself, "Is this chivalry?" He never expected that such a thing would still exist in today's society.

Such things would never happen in China, these people are worthy of respect.

So, Ye Fan made a temporary decision to defeat Smith fairly and squarely. This was his greatest respect for these people.

Smith gasped for breath, feeling his energy return. He suddenly looked at Ye Fan and smiled slyly, "You are indeed very powerful, beyond my expectations. In terms of fighting, you're not my opponent. But you were too arrogant, failing to take the opportunity to defeat me when I was down just now. That is also the biggest reason for your failure today!"

Ye Fan smiled and said, "Oh, is that so? However, I don't seem to have lost yet?"

“I wasn’t planning on using this technique, it’s a last resort move that my master warned me against. He said to never use it unless absolutely necessary. But now, if I don’t use it, it seems like I won’t be able to keep you here. My knightly spirit tells me I can’t lose, so I’ve decided to use it after all. You won’t be able to handle this move!”

What's all the mystery about? What amazing trick is it? Ye Fan suddenly felt a surge of anticipation.

Then Smith shouted loudly, "Three-sectioned Divine Sword Slash!"

Saying that, his three-pronged military dagger flew out of his hand, straight towards Ye Fan's face!

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