Yang Xiaoguang also looked at the two young people standing on the stage with a solemn expression. He couldn't understand why these two young people, who had bright futures ahead of them, would choose to engage in such a brutal fight. However, he didn't ask any questions, as a professional referee, he has his own professional ethics. And he also knew that Longya and the Ninth Legion were made up of the best talents in the Empire. The more serious the moment, the less room there was for error, so he dared not be careless at all.

"Alright, as long as you both press your handprints on this document, this duel will be legally binding. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me immediately." Yang Xiaosong handed Ye Fan and Yan Wuque each a document.

Ye Fan glanced quickly and said, "I have no questions." Then, he pressed his handprint.

"I have no questions either." Ye Wuque also pressed his handprint.

"Alright, then I formally declare, the life-or-death duel initiated by Ye Fan and Yan Wujue is legally binding, the battle begins!"

As Yang Xiaosong's voice fell, both Ye Fan and Yan Wuque each took a step back, adopting their own stances.

But no one made a move first, instead they focused on adjusting their breath and intently staring at their opponent.

Sometimes, when masters duel, it's a test of their mental fortitude. Whoever makes the first move loses their composure and misses the opportunity. Therefore, in martial arts stories, top-tier experts usually stand motionless like mountains during a confrontation. Some even face each other for an entire day and night without engaging, exhausting themselves before the fight even begins.

Ye Fan obviously didn't think of himself as a top master, but he wasn't willing to make the first move either. He observed Yan Wuque on the ground, looking for his weaknesses. He didn't believe that someone who could train a team like the Ninth Squad would have no real skills, so he was waiting for an opportunity.

Although Yan Wujie usually appears flamboyant, he has become cautious now. His grandfather said his cultivation of inner peace was still insufficient, and he had indeed been putting effort into self-cultivation. He keeps a calm demeanor, waiting for the enemy to make a move before reacting. He practices strategic contempt for his opponents while paying close attention to their tactics. This is what his grandfather taught him. He isn't worried about losing today because he has complete confidence!

A deathly silence blanketed the battlefield, broken only by the beating of hearts.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, raising some fine sand. This cold wind made people feel a chill involuntarily.

The two stood frozen, neither making a move first. While everyone present held their breath, no one showed impatience. After all, this was a fight to the death!

Ye Fan smiled, this Yan Wuque seemed to be quite calm. It seemed his usual arrogant appearance was just a disguise. This person, deep down, should be bold and meticulous, definitely not as simple as he appeared on the surface!

Okay, let me see what you've got!

Ye Fan took a deep breath, and suddenly, just like that, under the gaze of everyone, he disappeared without a trace!

Soldier A exclaimed, "Ah, it's gone?"

"The soldier, Yi, adopted an air of profound mystery: 'It's not that I don't see him. It's because his movement is too fast; the human eye can't catch his shadow at all, creating the illusion that he disappears instantly!'"

Soldier A looked at Soldier B, full of admiration. "How did you know that? Can you see his movement trajectory?"

"Got it!"

Private B: …

The moment Ye Fan vanished into thin air, Yan Wuque's eyes narrowed slightly. A hint of surprise flashed in his heart. Afterimage Fist?

Although he was surprised, he wasn't panicked. He knew the Shadow Boxing technique as well, but had never demonstrated it in front of others. Now seeing Ye Fan also know this move was somewhat unexpected.

But he was now very composed, crouching slightly, observing everything around him, listening intently to all sounds, with an air of serenity and indifference.

"Here!" Yan Wuque suddenly shouted, his left elbow smashing forward. This strike was like a bolt of lightning, landing squarely on a shadow!

That shadow was sent flying by Ye Wuxue with a single strike! It landed directly on a short wall not far away!

Soldier A: "Oh, he's been hit!"

Private B: "No! Look at that wall, although it's fallen down, there's no one underneath!"

Little soldier A saw that the homeowner who was knocked down didn't have Ye Fan's trace!

How is that possible? He was clearly hit by Ye Wuxue, flew out, and even crashed into the wall. How could he have disappeared now?

Ye Wuque naturally noticed this unusual situation. He smelled a hint of danger and suddenly sensed the fluctuations in the surrounding air, becoming alert. When he was about to take action, he was suddenly shocked to realize that Ye Fan had appeared before him at some point!

He didn't give Yan Wuque a chance to react, kicking him hard in the chin and sending him flying!

Yan Wuque fell heavily to the ground five meters away with a loud thud, kicking up a cloud of dust. The force of the blow was evident!

Ye Fan stood in Yan Wuque's former position, but instead of pressing his advantage, he looked at Yan Wuque with a heavy expression.

Everyone was stunned by this, though it only happened in a flash. The impact of this event was tremendous!

Masters clashing is often about seizing victory in an instant. If they had been there just now, they would have died thousands of times over!

Iron Bear twitched his lips, that person's speed was simply too fast. All he saw was a shadow, and he didn't even see when the other person made their move. Bear knew the gap between him and that person was enormous. Under the circumstances where he hadn't fully unleashed all of his martial arts prowess, facing that person was completely hopeless!

He's incredibly strong! Even Longnu couldn't help but stare with wide eyes.

Yan Wuque slowly stood up, looking at the dust all over his body. He frowned, patted the dust off his body forcefully, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Ye Fan coldly: "Second Layer Residual Shadow Fist?"

Ye Fan was taken aback, how did he know? Could it be that he...

As if to confirm Ye Fan's thoughts, Yan Wuque suddenly vanished from where he stood!

Yan Wuque would actually use the Phantom Fist! Ye Fan was astonished. In his impression, people who could perform this kind of martial art were either the old man or Yan Wuque himself!

Although he was surprised, Ye Fan still reacted swiftly!

"Oh, they're gone again?" said Soldier A.

Private B: "Their speed has already surpassed the speed our human eyes can see. If my calculations are correct, they should have reached the legendary supersonic speed!"

Soldier A was in awe, "How did you know that?"

Private B put on a mysterious face, “Guess!”

Private A: “……”

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