People from the Wang family rushed onto the stage and carried Long Tian off on a stretcher.
Ye Fan's victory in this match had completely won everyone's admiration.
Previously, Ye Fan had only displayed his skills in treasure appraisal. No one had expected his martial prowess to be so terrifying.
Mr. Hei frowned, fixating on Ye Fan. However, after a moment, his furrowed brow relaxed.
He smiled faintly, "Now this is a bit interesting."
For him, if Ye Fan had merely been an ordinary martial artist, this battle would have been meaningless.
The fact that Ye Fan had now revealed his internal energy meant that this fight with him would surely be satisfying.
Sensing the smile on Mr. Hei's face, Ye Fan couldn't help but frown.
The old man's expression undoubtedly indicated his interest in Ye Fan. Otherwise, given his personality, he wouldn't have displayed such a lecherous look.
Ye Fan felt a wave of frustration. If this old man became interested in him, the upcoming battle would be exceptionally difficult, and he might not be able to handle it even with his full effort.
Ye Fan knitted his brows, but no matter what, he had to face the challenge.
After all, this was the final battle of the selection. Only by winning this match could he pass the selection with flying colors.
Ye Fan knew well that Gu Ping and the Great Elder's three disciples harbored ill intentions towards him, so this time he had to win the competition fair and square.
If he could use this opportunity to kill Mr. Hei, it would be even more perfect.
Previously, Ye Fan had planned to eliminate the Black and White Fiends. If he succeeded, the Heavenly King's Manor would pose less of a threat to him.
However, he hadn't found Mr. Bai upon arriving, and Ye Fan had initially let go of his plan. But then, Mr. Hei had appeared silently. Perhaps this was destiny.
In an instant, a faint hint of joy appeared in Ye Fan's eyes. Since this battle was unavoidable, he would go all out and fight without reservation. No matter how difficult it was, Ye Fan would give his all, so as not to have any regrets.
Sensing Ye Fan's intense fighting spirit, Mr. Hei's smile grew even wider.
As Wang Feng announced the start of the final battle, Ye Fan stood on the stage with a stern face.
At this moment, Ye Fan felt the blood within his entire body boiling.
Mr. Hei was undoubtedly a master, and the tougher the opponent, the higher Ye Fan's fighting spirit soared.
Mr. Hei stood up, hands behind his back, and slowly paced onto the stage.
"Ye Fan, you ultimately couldn't avoid this battle. Today, I will take your life."
"I heard you escaped from Old Bai. I wonder how you plan to escape today?"
Mr. Hei grinned and laughed heartily, his demeanor suggesting he was sure of victory.
Hearing Mr. Hei's words, Ye Fan let out a cold laugh.
"The renowned Mr. Hei actually participating in such a selection truly broadens my horizons. However, are you so sure you can kill me? Be careful not to lose your own chickens while trying to steal rice!"
Ye Fan sneered, his body even trembling slightly.
"However, for someone of Mr. Hei's status to lower himself to deal with an unknown like me truly shows great character. I must ask, Mr. Hei, have you no shame?"
Ye Fan's eyebrows were lightly raised, a cold smile etched on his face.
At this point, he had no other option but to enrage Mr. Hei.
Whether it was treasure appraisal or martial arts, a person's mindset was crucial.
Once angered, reason would be affected, and this would present Ye Fan with an opportunity.
Upon hearing Ye Fan's words, Mr. Hei laughed instead of getting angry.
"Ye Fan, I advise you not to try so hard to enrage me. You are not worthy. When I was cultivating, you were still in your mother's womb, so you are destined to die today."
Saying this, Mr. Hei walked slowly towards Ye Fan.
Mr. Hei still had his hands behind his back, clearly not taking Ye Fan seriously. His expression was relaxed, with a smile, as if killing Ye Fan would be effortless.
Below the stage, Jiang Zhong, Mr. Fu, Elder Lei, and others all had grim expressions.
They had already sensed Mr. Hei's terrifying power, but now it seemed Ye Fan was completely outmatched before him.
From their aura alone, Ye Fan was already at a disadvantage.
"Brother Jiang, I fear Brother Ye might have a hard time winning this battle. This old man seems to be from... over there."
Mr. Fu pointed upwards, his face exceptionally solemn.
Jiang Zhong also sighed deeply, "Brother Fu is right. He is indeed from there, and one of those two individuals."
"What?"
Mr. Fu abruptly stood up, his face filled with shock.
He had suspected Mr. Hei might be from the Heavenly King's Manor, but he hadn't expected him to be one of the Black and White Fiends.
"It's over. Brother Ye is now in mortal danger."
Mr. Fu knew about Ye Fan's feud with the Heavenly King's Manor. Therefore, upon learning of Mr. Hei's identity, his face instantly showed terror.
"Perhaps Brother Ye still has a chance to fight."
The Great Elder spoke in a deep voice.
He knew Ye Fan. If Ye Fan had no chance of winning this battle, he would never have stepped onto the stage, nor would he have persisted until now.
Since he had chosen to fight, it meant he had a chance.
However, only Ye Fan knew how much of a chance he truly had.
On the stage, Ye Fan stared blankly at Mr. Hei, surprised that the old man was so arrogant, still acting so nonchalant.
Mr. Hei did not move, and Ye Fan did not rush to attack.
To remain still and wait for the opponent to act was a tactic Ye Fan was well-versed in.
This was a psychological tactic, and Ye Fan was determined not to be at a disadvantage.
Seeing Ye Fan also adopting a strategy of stillness, Mr. Hei was briefly stunned but then burst into laughter.
"Good, I shall send you to another world today."
With that, Mr. Hei extended both hands simultaneously.
It was a common move, but from Mr. Hei, it was executed with exceptional speed.
Ye Fan instinctively wanted to dodge, but Mr. Hei's hands followed him like shadows, instantly seizing Ye Fan's shoulders.
His hands were like eagle talons.
In an instant, Ye Fan felt a sharp pain in his shoulders.
But in that moment, Ye Fan quickly clenched his fists and punched, aiming directly for Mr. Hei's chest.
If this punch landed, even Mr. Hei would likely be severely injured.
Mr. Hei, however, did not release his grip. He suddenly pulled Ye Fan forward, and simultaneously, he leaped into the air, flying over Ye Fan's head and landing behind him, his hands still firmly gripping his shoulders.
This display of footwork and technique sent a shiver of fear through the onlookers below.
Ye Fan's heart trembled intensely. How could this old man be so powerful?
His internal energy surged instantly, flowing rapidly towards his shoulders.
Bang~
A torrent of internal energy forcefully repelled Mr. Hei's hands.
At this moment, Ye Fan appeared like a warrior god descending upon the world, his face filled with intense fighting spirit.
"Fight, fight, fight."
After shouting the word "fight" three times in succession, Ye Fan, with formidable internal energy contained in his palm, swung his palm down fiercely at Mr. Hei.