Chapter 780: The Way of Fast and Slow

Tang Fan stood opposite Ye Yuan, his face full of gravity.

"You're strong, but I will defeat you!" Tang Fan said.

Ye Yuan smiled. "You're strong too, but you have no chance of defeating me."

"Hey, how would you know without fighting?" Tang Fan said.

Without much ado, Tang Fan's figure burst into motion, and countless sword shadows instantly surrounded Ye Yuan.

Tang Fan's fast sword was so fast it was suffocating.

His swordsmanship completely abandoned technique, solely pursuing extreme speed.

Every sword stroke was without flourish; the angle, the force—everything was for the sake of speed.

Yet this lightning-fast barrage of ten thousand swords couldn't even touch a corner of Ye Yuan's robe!

"Too... too terrifying! This Ye Yuan's strength is simply so formidable it's despairing!"

"Yang Wenmiao's sword intent is majestic, but his speed can't keep up with Tang Fan. If not for his realm suppressing Tang Fan, the outcome would be hard to say. But Ye Yuan—you can barely sense his Yuan power fluctuation, yet Tang Fan can't even touch his robe!"

"That is to say, Ye Yuan relies purely on his movement technique to evade Tang Fan's sword! Then how fast is his movement technique?"

Undoubtedly, Tang Fan's fast sword was hard to break. Even if his strength was slightly inferior, ordinary people couldn't evade it.

But Ye Yuan perfectly dodged every single sword stroke!

He hadn't even made a single move so far.

Suddenly, Tang Fan withdrew his sword and stood still, his stubborn face filled with a sense of defeat.

This sense of defeat was even stronger than when he lost to Yang Wenmiao yesterday.

Because Tang Fan could sense that if his realm were similar to Yang Wenmiao's, he would definitely have had a fighting chance.

In other words, his comprehension of sword intent was at least not inferior to Yang Wenmiao's.

Yet faced with Ye Yuan's flawless movement technique, he could find no solution.

He had given his all, but still couldn't catch up to Ye Yuan's figure.

In other words, he was fast, but Ye Yuan was faster!

Tang Fan had abandoned everything to pursue the word 'fast.' If he lost in 'fast,' then he truly lost.

"I... I lose!"

The stubbornness on Tang Fan's face vanished, leaving only intense unwillingness.

He had trained in the fast sword, and no one had ever been faster than his sword.

Yet today, this youth at the Divine Travel realm had completely overwhelmed him.

Moreover, Tang Fan could sense that Ye Yuan still had plenty of strength in reserve.

Under such circumstances, the sense of defeat was extremely strong.

Ye Yuan smiled. "All things in the world are balanced by yin and yang. The extreme of yang is yin; the extreme of fast is slow. You pursue only speed—have you ever considered making your sword slower? Perhaps if you understand the way of fast and slow, your fast sword will become even faster!"

Tang Fan trembled all over, never expecting Ye Yuan to say such words.

Indeed, from the start of his training, all his thoughts had been on how to make his sword faster. He had never considered making it slower.

Making a fast sword slower—would it still be a fast sword?

Yet the extreme of yang gives rise to yin; the extreme of fast gives rise to slow.

Is the pinnacle of speed slowness?

Tang Fan's understanding of the fast sword was profound; he knew that Ye Yuan's 'slow' was not literal slowness, but another realm!

It was the realm of seeing mountains not as mountains, seeing waters not as waters!

If he could comprehend this realm, his fast sword would surely advance further.

Easy to say, but comprehending this 'slowness' was extremely difficult.

Yet Ye Yuan's words gave him a feeling of parting the clouds to see the moon. It was like a beam of light in the darkness, guiding Tang Fan's direction forward!

Tang Fan suddenly cupped his hands and said, "Brother Ye, though young, your vision is extremely high! Your words have benefited me immensely. I admit defeat wholeheartedly! I will remember today's kindness!"

With that, Tang Fan turned and descended the arena, disappearing into the crowd.

Pei Wenqiang, witnessing this, suddenly recalled Ye Yuan's earlier words about entering the Red Cloud Valley.

At the time, he had found those words ridiculous, but now looking back, it seemed Ye Yuan... really had a glimmer of hope!

So far, it seemed that apart from Yang Wenmiao, no one could defeat Ye Yuan.

Yet even someone as strong as Tang Fan couldn't force out Ye Yuan's true strength!

If he compared Ye Yuan and Yang Wenmiao, using Tang Fan as a reference, it seemed Ye Yuan had won more easily.

Could it be that Ye Yuan's true strength was even above Yang Wenmiao's?

Pei Wenqiang gasped, something he wouldn't have dared to imagine before.

But now, this guess seemed very likely!

If not for Peng Yan humiliating Xiang Hao earlier, he wondered if Ye Yuan would have challenged Yang Wenmiao.

But that no longer mattered.

Ye Yuan's strength would be revealed when he entered the finals!

On Wu Jianqing's side, Peng Yan had long been watching eagerly.

Earlier, when he saw Tang Fan challenge Ye Yuan, he secretly rejoiced.

He thought that with Tang Fan's strength, Ye Yuan definitely couldn't win. Even if Ye Yuan did win, he would be greatly exhausted.

Then he could go up to the arena and utterly defeat Ye Yuan.

But now the match was over, and Ye Yuan had hardly expended any energy.

Such strength truly made him somewhat daunted.

"Peng Yan, give up! This kid's strength is probably beyond your ability to handle! Challenge someone else to secure a promotion spot; don't make a fool of yourself again." Wu Jianqing said with a dark face.

Peng Yan was extremely unwilling, but finally nodded helplessly.

However, just as Peng Yan planned to challenge someone else, Xiang Hao taunted, "Oh, didn't you boast yesterday that you'd make Ye Yuan pay? How come the direction you're heading isn't toward Ye Yuan's arena?"

Xiang Hao had been watching Peng Yan's every move, so he saw everything.

Peng Yan trembled, glaring fiercely at Xiang Hao as if he wanted to devour him alive.

Xiang Hao stared back directly; after all, fighting was prohibited in the tournament—could Peng Yan dare to kill him?

Ye Yuan had already slapped the other's face so hard; if he didn't make good use of it, how could he vent his hatred?

"Don't get angry; that kid is deliberately provoking you. Stay calm. Apart from Yang Wenmiao and Ye Yuan, there are many strong opponents; you need to handle them carefully!" Wu Jianqing said.

Xiang Hao took a deep breath and nodded. "City Lord, rest assured, I will secure this spot!"

"Oh my, so you really don't dare to challenge Ye Yuan! Next time, remember, if you don't have the strength, don't make big boasts, lest you slap your own face, hahaha..." Xiang Hao was extremely pleased, laughing loudly.

Pei Wenqiang also found Xiang Hao's behavior very satisfying.

Of course, what pleased him even more was that Ye Yuan had secured a spot in the finals!

Just as Ye Yuan had said, it made his face shine with boundless glory.