Chapter 974: Faintly Visible

974. Chapter 972 Faintly Visible

In just a moment, Yang Fan collected several thousand experience points, almost equaling more than a year of Yang Ling's arduous training, even surpassing it.

"Huh, what's this?" Suddenly, Yang Fan seemed to think of something, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

The next moment……

Yang Fan spread his right palm, and in an instant, five ancient bronze runes imprinted themselves into his vision.

These five runes were respectively engraved on a bronze sword hilt, bronze shield, bronze short spear, bronze war sword, and bronze long spear; each different, they vaguely combined into a profound and inscrutable formation diagram, faintly visible.

"Could this be a talisman left by some mighty expert?" Yang Fan's eyes lit up as he muttered to himself.

In martial arts history, many experts have perished in remote mountains and wilderness, leaving behind numerous treasure troves and secret manuals, even some formidable divine abilities; countless martial artists have gone mad over them.

However, those things have long been swallowed by the river of history; even if fortunate enough to be passed down, they remain fragmented and incomplete, with only a tiny fraction surviving.

Lu Yuanshan and the others' expressions also tightened.

As for Yang Fan's words, they were utterly believable; in the martial world, miraculous encounters are endless, especially at the sites of experts' remains, which often bring many opportunities.

It is quite possible that a martial artist truly perished here.

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"Huh? Did I really pick up a treasure?" Yang Fan's eyes suddenly brightened.

"You little system, is this a martial artist's inheritance?"

"Not clear…… but the host can try a search……"

"Search…… search…… search……"

After three rounds, the system had no response at all.

"Damn, you're playing me?"

"Host, it's not a system failure; rather, these five bronze symbols have surpassed the scope of Martial Saint secret techniques, and can only be queried by special means……"

Hearing this, Yang Fan's face instantly darkened; as expected of the system, it still has limits—if not for his surging strength, he would have smashed it to pieces.

Forget it; for now, the urgent matter is to continue hunting ferocious beasts for experience.

The next moment……

Yang Fan's body shuddered, turning into a cluster of golden light, like a golden-winged great Peng soaring into the sky, vanishing in an instant.

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"Yang Fan… he… he actually ran…"

"How… how… how is this possible?"

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The martial training field erupted in an uproar.

Many young disciples wore faces of utter disbelief—this was the finals, yet Yang Fan simply gave up like that……

Lu Yuan, however, wore an expression of relief; in his view, Yang Fan's reason for leaving……

It was entirely due to fear; facing Yang Yunfeng, a half-step Martial Lord expert, even if Yang Fan were a monstrous genius, he would still be utterly unable to oppose him.

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Spirit Mist Lake.

Yang Fan flew all the way and soon reached the lake's edge.

The next moment……

"Whoosh~~~"

A small boat sliced through the void and directly entered Spirit Mist Lake.

"Huff…… huff…… huff……"

A towering figure stepped on the wooden planks, swaying as he rowed over—it was Yang Fan.

Under Yang Fan's feet rested a palm-sized small boat, not a fishing vessel or anything else.

"Hey! This fishing boat is far too small to bear my grandeur."

Yang Fan's thought shifted, and in an instant he changed his mind—his weight was dozens of times that of an ordinary person.

Once stepping onto the water surface, even slight waves could overturn the fishing boat; thinking to cross the river so easily is pure fantasy.

But just then, a fierce shout suddenly exploded from the lake surface: "Yang Fan, you little beast, hand over your life!!!"

"Boom~~~"

A scorching sun rose from the water, its unmatched yang-flame light steaming forth; in an instant it dispelled the dense, gloomy ghostly qi within a hundred-mile radius, making one feel as if basking in spring sunshine, warm and indescribably comfortable.

The next moment……

"Swish~ swish~ swish~"

Terrifying beams of flame tore through the void, like a comet sweeping the moon, shooting toward Yang Fan.

Within those dense columns of flame, terrifying energy fluctuations surged; even the weakest reached the power of an eighth-grade Yuan Meridian realm martial artist, while the strongest could contend with a ninth-grade Yuan Meridian realm martial artist.

"Rumble~~~"

Endless yang-flame light spread across the entire sky, as if it would burn this world to collapse.

"Yang Fan, today I will surely slay you, this little thief, to avenge my father and clan."

"Boom~~~"

That boundless fire rain instantly enveloped Yang Fan.

In a moment, yang-flame light from all directions merged into terrifying yang-flame flood dragons, snarling ferociously, baring fangs and claws, bearing destructive pressure as they surged to devour Yang Fan, aiming to burn him to ashes.

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"Courting death! A mere pack of mud chickens and tile dogs dare to assassinate me!!!"

"Get lost!"

A roar erupted, a terrifying sound wave like thunder ringing in the ears, as if the demon king himself had roared.

The next moment……

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"……

From all directions, the endless fire snakes shattered into fragments, crushed into dust by Yang Fan's terrifying sound wave.

"Ah, what... what kind of monster is this, how can he be so terrifying?" The watching martial artists were all terrified to the point of their livers and gallbladders bursting, faces filled with panic; this momentum was almost too terrifying, nearly comparable to a full-force strike from a powerful expert.

"Not good!"

Yang family ancestor Yang Hongye's eyes bulged, his face turned pale with fright, cold sweat drenched his body, "Run! Run!"

Although they didn't understand what had happened, this was definitely not something these juniors could participate in; a moment's carelessness would reduce them to ashes.

"Ah, flee! Flee! Flee!"

"Hurry up and flee!!!"

"Save me, Yang family ancestor, quickly save me……"

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In an instant, the vast training field descended into chaos like a pot of porridge; countless martial trainees panicked and fled in all directions toward the outside of the training field.

"Pfft!"

Fire python after fire python tore through the sky, strangling those fleeing martial artists into dust.

After the time it takes to burn an incense stick.

The vast training field, aside from Yang Fan, was empty of any other person.

Yang Fan stood by the lakeside.

A trace of fear flickered across his heart as he gazed at Yang Hongye, a hint of resentment in his eyes: "Ancestor, why didn't you say earlier, your grandson is so formidable."

This bears no resemblance to what I just did; it's outright slaughter.

If it were a ferocious beast, my puny arms and legs probably couldn't last a few breaths before being bitten to death.

"Cough cough cough... Xiao Fan, don't blame the ancestor; this is entirely the result of your own cultivation."

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Lu Yuan gave a bitter laugh and explained.

"Cultivation, you can become this awesome just by cultivating?" Yang Fan was speechless, really? "Hehe... Xiao Fan, now you know how powerful it is, right? This is just the beginning; if you don't seize the time to cultivate higher profound techniques and martial skills, by then you'll want to cry but have nowhere to do so." (End of chapter)