From the main seat, Zuo Lizhou’s gaze also narrowed.
Xin Beitian, who had remained largely silent, spoke, "Yan Yu Men’s 'Misty Rain Like Silk' truly possesses unique qualities!"
"As a hidden martial arts sect, Yan Yu Men is akin to a cultivation sect. They have certain secret techniques for the circulation and control of true qi!" Zuo Lizhou stated.
"Killing this Chen Tianjiao should not be a problem for Yan Siyu, right?" Fu Qinglei narrowed his eyes and asked.
Zuo Lizhou shook his head. "It's hard to say."
Xin Beitian offered no comment.
In the arena, as Yan Siyu launched her attack, Chen Fan’s figure moved to evade.
However, those strands of qi, like silk, danced and entangled, resembling flying spiderwebs, threatening to engulf Chen Fan entirely.
Chen Fan raised his hand, releasing his qi outwards.
*Swish, swish, swish...*
The qi cut through the void, colliding with itself. The silken net of qi began to shatter and break apart.
Yan Siyu showed no surprise.
While releasing qi outwards was formidable, Chen Fan’s strength was now on par with a martial arts grandmaster, and he was not so easily dealt with.
Of course, her techniques were not limited to this.
She shifted her steps, her movements light and graceful, as if performing a beautiful dance.
Her footwork grew faster and faster, circling Chen Fan, her body transforming into afterimages. It seemed as if her figure was everywhere, obscuring Chen Fan’s.
The broken true qi, like silk, continued its flow, and despite Chen Fan’s tearing, it became even more intense.
Her speed was so great that it was dazzling and overwhelming.
Threads of white true qi intertwined, engulfing Chen Fan.
"Master's Misty Step is so fast, I can barely see!"
"Senior Aunt Yan's footwork has reached the realm of Hua Jin, like misty rain, indistinguishable. This scoundrel surnamed Chen surely cannot resist!"
"Sister Yingxia, once Master kills this scoundrel, you must calm your mind and focus on cultivation. You will surely progress a thousand miles in a day!"
"Master Aunt has not fought anyone for many years, yet she is still so formidable. How dare that man surnamed Chen speak so arrogantly? Let's see how he dies!" Shi Yurong sneered.
...
From the main seat, seeing Yan Siyu’s footwork, Zuo Lizhou and Xin Beitian remained expressionless, showing no awe.
However, several martial arts grandmasters below looked on with admiration.
"Father, what should we do? This Yan Siyu seems very powerful?" Shang Wushuang frowned, a hint of worry appearing in her eyes.
"Of course. She is the second most powerful in Yan Yu Men. Twenty years ago, she already crossed the threshold of a martial arts grandmaster, and perhaps has already touched the barrier between man and heaven." Shang Rulong sat as still as a mountain, watching the battle, and answered his daughter’s question calmly.
"Then... can Chen Tianjiao win?" Shang Wushuang’s expression grew more anxious.
"I don't know." Shang Rulong replied blandly.
"You..." Shang Wushuang was somewhat exasperated. "If he were in mortal danger, you would intervene, right?"
"No." Shang Rulong glanced at Shang Wushuang and said calmly, "With so many martial arts grandmasters present, they are not just for show. If I were to interfere, I would not only fail to help Chen Tianjiao but would also put myself in danger."
Shang Wushuang was speechless and clenched her fists.
However, she was an intelligent woman and knew that her father could not easily act. But her worry made her restless.
Yan Siyu’s footwork became increasingly rapid. Her true qi took form, weaving a denser and denser net that offered no escape.
Under Yan Siyu’s attack, Chen Fan had no room for maneuver or evasion.
The true qi, like silk, cut at his skin, chilling him to the bone.
But his expression showed no change.
His true qi resisted the invasion of countless threads. Suddenly, he stomped his foot.
A surging battle intent rose into the sky.
Dragon roars echoed. He swung both his arms, striking out left and right.
*Ang!* His body trembled, and his battle intent enveloped the surroundings.
Two streams of fist energy transformed into roaring dragon souls, surging forth.
Wherever they went, the net of true qi, though still dense, was broken through with a single burst, creating two holes.
Chen Fan seized the opportunity and moved, transforming his palm into a blade and slashing down.
A sharp and boundless battle intent condensed into a tangible form, as if it had become a blade, slicing through the threads in the sky.
Chen Fan followed closely, flashing out.
Yan Siyu, whose footwork was intricate, changed her expression.
But as a martial arts grandmaster, her cultivation was not for naught. The moment Chen Fan broke through, she reacted.
Her eyes turned cold, and she flung her hands, two long silk threads flying from her sleeves.
As these threads emerged, their sharpness made one’s hair stand on end. They pierced the air, emitting a low hum, inconspicuous yet extremely terrifying.
True qi condensed on the threads, shooting towards him.
At that instant, Chen Fan felt a sense of dread.
Without hesitation, his blade energy extended.
But this time, these two threads were truly comparable to metal. They were not easily cut and instead easily shattered Chen Fan’s blade energy, shooting towards him unimpeded.
Chen Fan changed his posture, shifting from rapid advance to rapid retreat, like a willow catkin or a floating duckweed, his turns incredibly fast.
The two fine threads brushed past him.
Dodging this attack did not mean safety; it was merely the beginning. The two threads that brushed past him became soft and immediately wrapped around him.
Chen Fan retreated again, narrowly avoiding them.
Yan Siyu sneered, her figure flashing. Her footwork was like misty rain, incredibly agile. With her internal energy amplified, the threads danced, penetrating everywhere.
They were like two dancing spirit snakes, pursuing Chen Fan relentlessly.
Chen Fan flicked his fingers repeatedly, blocking these two threads, but only managed to bend them before they continued their pursuit.
These two threads, made of an unknown material and combined with Yan Yu Men’s exclusive internal energy techniques and secret arts, were extremely difficult to deal with.
Chen Fan’s continuous attacks were ineffective, and his brow furrowed as his mind raced.
The women of Yan Yu Men, seeing Yan Siyu pinning Chen Fan down with no room to retaliate, looked invigorated, almost cheering.
"Senior Aunt Yan has used her Heavenly Mechanism Silk. What can this scoundrel surnamed Chen use to resist it?"
"Master's Heavenly Mechanism Silk is made from Sky Residue mixed with Stardust. It is indestructible and unfathomable. Few people in the world can gain an advantage under her Heavenly Mechanism Silk!"
"This Chen will not last much longer!"
...
Su Yingxia’s expression eased slightly.
However, seeing Chen Fan completely suppressed, her expression inevitably became complex.
If she hadn't divorced Chen Fan back then, perhaps things wouldn't have turned out this way.
As she thought this, she saw Chen Fan suddenly open his hand.
His fingers spread wide, and he fiercely grasped the two Heavenly Mechanism Silks.
"Seeking death!" Yan Siyu sneered as the Heavenly Mechanism Silk coiled and cut.
Chen Fan seemed to offer his hands, and they were instantly entangled and cut by the Heavenly Mechanism Silk.
Around them, martial arts grandmasters were greatly shocked.
With the sharpness of the Heavenly Mechanism Silk, even a martial arts grandmaster, if caught like this, would likely lose both hands.
Fu Qinglei, from the main seat, revealed a cold smile.
However, in the next instant, Chen Fan surged forward rapidly.
The two Heavenly Mechanism Silks wrapped around his hands, drawing blood and leaving them bloody.
Chen Fan seemed to ignore all of this. He transformed into a raging dragon, instantly closing the distance to Yan Siyu.
Yan Siyu sneered, her internal energy flowing, controlling the Heavenly Mechanism Silk to shred Chen Fan’s hands.
However, before her Heavenly Mechanism Silk could shred Chen Fan’s hands, Chen Fan arrived like a cannonball, crashing straight into her.
Yan Siyu’s face drastically changed.