When Song Qiao arrived at the fourth courtyard, Su Fan had already been waiting on the stage for a long time.
At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged in the center of the training ground, like an old monk in meditation.
His aura was contained, not leaking outwards.
Especially with his eyes lightly closed, motionless, he appeared like a statue to many.
Suddenly!
Su Fan's eyes opened slightly, and a cold glint shot out from his pupils!
Carrying a fierce and powerful internal energy, it spread outwards from the training ground to the entire courtyard!
Swish!
A strong wind roared through the courtyard, making many people's clothes flap noisily.
Their sleeves billowed like inflated balloons.
The gust of wind penetrated their bodies, causing them to break out in a cold sweat!
Especially the oppressive feeling brought by the fierce aura.
It made people involuntarily want to drop to their knees and submit!
Gulp!
The crowd’s throats constricted, and they stared blankly at the figure on the stage, their eyes filled with awe and fear.
"Such strong pressure!"
"Is this the strength of the chief examiner?"
Having witnessed Su Fan's demeanor, the crowd couldn't help but glance back at Song Qiao.
They found Song Qiao's figure to be exceptionally thin in comparison, appearing as weak as a candle in the wind under Su Fan's pressure.
This made the onlookers sweat for him.
Especially considering he had just endured three difficult battles and should be greatly depleted.
This further diminished their hopes for him.
"We meet again."
Su Fan's lips moved, and he uttered a casual greeting.
His voice was neither high nor hoarse, but carried a very special magnetism.
It was not gentle, but possessed an air of unreachable distance.
With a simple opening, without waiting for Song Qiao's reply, Su Fan slowly stood up and continued, "I truly didn't expect you to pass the first three trials."
"It seems you are indeed a talent."
Song Qiao raised his hand and waved it gently in front of him.
He easily dispersed the distracting internal energy and Su Fan's fierce aura.
Smiling, he replied, "If I didn't come, how could I break your teeth!"
"Quite a bold statement!" Su Fan narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Song Qiao.
Song Qiao could no longer tolerate his condescending tone, as if lecturing a junior.
He simply stepped onto the stage and stood before Su Fan, impatiently urging,
"We've said enough in the first three rounds, let's just start now!"
"Hmm?" A hint of surprise flashed in Su Fan's eyes.
He couldn't help but look Song Qiao up and down again, puzzled.
"I thought you would ask for a rest."
Song Qiao grinned, "Breaking your teeth requires rest?"
"Arrogant!" A hint of displeasure appeared on Su Fan's face, but he didn't say anything more.
With his hands behind his back, he struck a pose of a master.
Waiting for Song Qiao to attack him.
The battle was about to erupt, and the crowd below held their breath, staring intently at the scene on the stage.
Although they were mentally prepared and knew they might not be able to see their movements clearly, their eyes remained fixed, determined not to miss even the slightest detail.
Xu Rou and Gao Meng were also more nervous than ever.
Xu Rou, needless to say, knew Su Fan's strength all along.
Everyone in the arena knew that his strength surpassed that of the three sub-examiners!
He was even stronger!
It was precisely for this reason that she had specifically warned Song Qiao to be cautious of this man before the assessment even began.
Gao Meng's nervousness was simpler.
Her master's stamina was too depleted!
Although Song Qiao had appeared relaxed in the first three rounds,
as his disciple, she knew how much strain those continuous dodges and easy responses had placed on him.
She stared at Song Qiao's legs with concern, clearly noticing that his legs were trembling slightly.
Not from fear, but from the stimulation of soreness in his muscles!
While it wouldn't cause major harm, it would certainly slow Song Qiao down in battle.
It might even cause him to lose focus!
If this were an evenly matched fight, Gao Meng believed her master would have already lost.
Gao Meng quickly analyzed the battle in her mind, feeling the situation was dire!
For her master to win, he would likely need to employ a clever stratagem.
"It's starting!"
Someone below shouted, quickly bringing Gao Meng back to her senses.
She, along with everyone else, turned her gaze to the stage.
She saw Song Qiao's hands moving nimbly in the air, and he had already taken a stance.
His movements were ordinary, but Su Fan, standing opposite him, could discern many things from this posture.
"Too slow!" was Su Fan's assessment.
He looked down at Song Qiao's toes and shook his head with some disappointment, saying,
"When you were circulating your palm energy and breathing, your right foot was half a beat too slow."
"This half-breath might be insignificant in an ordinary fight, but you are facing me now!"
"You are bound to lose!"
Hiss~
Song Qiao sucked in a breath through his teeth, retracted his stance, and raised one hand, calling out,
"May I ask, examiner, if I can make a suggestion?"
"Speak!" Su Fan nodded in response.
"Before I break your teeth, can you please shut your mouth?"
"Granted!"
The crowd was surprised that Song Qiao would make such an outrageous request before such an important battle began.
Even more outrageous was that Su Fan actually agreed?
Just as the crowd was speechless at their absurd conversation, Song Qiao suddenly launched the first attack!
"Here it comes!"
The crowd quickly refocused, gazing upwards at the stage without blinking.
They saw Song Qiao's right leg suddenly tremble, sending a surge of energy directly towards Su Fan!
Internal energy erupted from within him, and the ground beneath his feet shattered like thin paper!
Innumerable shards of rock were stripped from the ground, but before they could scatter,
they were directly shattered by the overbearing and peerless powerful energy, breaking into even finer powder!
Instantly, a thick cloud of dust rose from where Song Qiao stood, spreading outwards.
And within this cloud of dust, the young man was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins.
His fists, imbued with boundless force, struck directly at Su Fan!
Good timing!
Su Fan wanted to shout this out loud, but he had given his word.
He could only show a pleased expression, lower his body sharply, and throw a punch in response!
The first collision came swiftly.
It was almost as if Su Fan's word had just fallen, and his voice was still echoing in the air when
Song Qiao's fist arrived!
With a resounding boom!
The two exchanged a punch, and a fierce wind raged, a collision of internal energies!
The internal energies surging from both of them mixed together.
Causing the aura of this space to become extremely violent and chaotic!
Crackling!
After just two punches, the platform beneath them could no longer withstand such a terrifying impact, and began to emit a mournful groan.
Radiating outwards from their feet as the center, deep cracks spread rapidly into the ground.
Instantly!
The entire platform could no longer support the strain and began to fragment.
Spiderweb-like cracks covered the surroundings, a shocking sight!
The intertwining and clashing of energies continued, and the fluctuations became increasingly violent.
Gradually, the crowd below felt a suffocating urge to vomit.
Those who could stand steadily below and watch the calmer competition were
only the two front examiners, and the two young ladies, Xu Rou and Gao Meng.
But even they couldn't clearly discern the situation on the field.
After all, the competition between internal energies was something invisible and intangible.
Unless the gap in strength was too obvious, one could only await the result.
As they were locked in a stalemate, almost without any warning,
the next moment Su Fan was sent flying backward like a cannonball!
Seeing this, Gao Meng was overjoyed and clapped her hands, exclaiming,
"It's Master's 'Giant Python Spits Pill'!"