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Lin Fan and the male senior approached his side, and each gave their respective weapons. Lin Fan presented his equipped gauntlet that would protect his hands, while the other person was a sword, or what used to be called Jian, with its dark brown sheath.

"Okay, good. Return to your position".

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The senior clear and soft voice caught the attention of the two parties in the arena as he flashed his smile toward them.

"What is it?".

"No, I just want to greet my fellow brother from China. How have you been, brother Lin Fan?".

Lin Fan, in mention, kept his straight face, not showing any movement or emotion. He stared at the male in front of him; he recognized the male senior.

As someone who holds a distinguished name in China, both had a chance to meet on every occasion and even share some childhood memories before the Lin Family\'s downfall.

The male has a distinctive devilish handsome face that will make the female love-struck, his lean, tall body around 180 cm straight like a mountain undeterred under pressure.

His silky medium black hair that reached his shoulder and black eyes gave him a bit of a feminist look, and a black mole that rested under his left eye enhanced his beauty more. His name is Wang Jian from the Wang family.

There are four distinguished families in China that have a thousand-year legacy and still retain their origin, making them overlords even in the face of the law. Four of them are Xiao, Wang, Jiang, and Lin.

Lin Fan sighed. In fact, he already thought it would become like this the moment the two met. He knew that it was his fault for the sudden change in him, but it was all to protect what was left to him as Lin\'s family descendants.

"I am fine, brother Wang Jian. Thanks for looking out for me".

Even seeing it like this, Wang Jian couldn\'t help but smile wryly, seeing the cheerful energy that radiated from the kid in front of him dimmed.

"Brother Lin, I…".

"Let\'s not delay the match further, shall we, brother".

Before Wang Jian could finish his line, Lin Fan cut off where he left off and proposed to start the match soon.

Wang Jian sighed as he saw the back of a young man who carried misery in it, making his face contorted in grief. He wondered where it had gone wrong, "If at that time I lend my hand, probably we can still become brothers like we used to". Wang Jian muttered before he turned around and separated from Lee.

Lee saw both contestants had separated and prepared their stances. He took one last look at both of them, leaped back, and shouted.

"Begin!".

With a lowered stance, Lin Fan rushed forward in one single breath. He performed tiger movements that packed enough force to crush the opponent\'s skull. It was ferocious and powerful at the same time.

However, the movement is lacking something, and that is speed, and that is what Wang Jian used against Lin Fan. He draws Jian and performs a side slash that targets Lin Fan\'s neck.

The movement was fast but not Fast enough that Lin Fan couldn\'t follow it, so the gauntlet he prepared was made from a high-quality material, mithril, that shone brightly under the light.

When the blade almost touched its protective layer, Lin Fan\'s sight turned upside down, and can only see black and white. From there, he saw his right hand get sliced, with blood scattered across his vision.

From the perspective of an ordinary person, it seemed impossible to experience this kind of thing. Only a master who has already chased the path of martial arts ever since with little talent and luck can achieve this state that will give them an advantage when fights start to get bad.

"!?".

Lin Fan realized that it was just a split-second image from the future. He gritted his teeth and utilized his reflexes, raised his right elbow, and deflected the sword\'s trajectory.

A loud \'clang\' resonated, and it made Wang Jian flash his smile. He felt a bit nostalgic about this exchange they used to do in childhood.

Seeing an opening, Lin Fan lunged forward, but Wang Jian used one of his feet to step on Lin Fan\'s stance and distanced himself to the right.

"Why are you smiling like that?".

With a grumpy expression on his face, Lin Fan asked Wang Jian, who seemed to have the time of his life.

"Huh, Is that so?".

Wang Jian placed his left palm to feel his mouth, and true to what he said, Wang Jian was indeed smiling.

"Ahaha, nothing to worry about. I just felt nostalgic standing here, sparring with you".

"...I see".

The two of them remained muted, slightly reminiscing about their childhood, but simultaneously, they disappeared from their place and began to engage in combat.

Realizing the sharpness of Wang Jian\'s blade techniques, Lin Fan could only dodge or deflect it; he sometimes mixed it with some small fire spell to distract his opponent.

Wang Jian received a head-on clash with fireballs Lin Fan sent, he calmly sliced the spell into two, and it was his turn to retreat, dodging a relentless attack from lin fan.

Both knew that they had the same mastery level in the martial path and acknowledged each other as opponents.

However, if the fight continues further than this, Lin Fan, who had inferior stats, will taste defeat.

Lin Fan himself realized that because within this relentless attack he rained on Wang Jian, nothing could break his composure, and it slowly began to chip his stamina.

A swift thrust was directed toward Lin Fan\'s neck, but Lin Fan could not react in time, leaving only a small sound that something had cracked in his pocket.

Lin Fan countered by kicking Wang Jian\'s stance to destroy his balance, but alas, he had been seen beforehand. Wang Jian stepped back and held his stance in steady mode, looking at Lin Fan.

{Amazing, I was fascinated by the depth of the Martial path they have developed in their lives. My heart goes thumped seeing their dedication}

As the emcee and the spectators cheered for the contestants in the arena, the people mentioned were staring straight, trying to probe each other\'s intentions.

"Fuuh, let\'s get serious from now on, brother, Lin".

"!?".

The moment Wang Jian spoke those words, he inhaled deeply, and a green aura began to emerge from his outer skin. The aura around him changed from a heartwarming and gentle person turned into a sharp and intimidating presence for everyone to see.

Lin Fan\'s cheek twitched slightly from what happened in front of him; he could feel a familiar feeling from Wang Jian.

It was a breathing technique that the Wang family developed over the years, desiccating it toward the family tradition. However, since it was not developed enough, there are still many gaps in its practice. It is starkly different from what Lin Fan\'s ancestors had left behind.

"Prepare yourself, brother Lin".