Chaotic Battle

After taking down one cultivator, Feng Fan barely had time to catch his breath before two more closed in on him without a word. Both wore the robes of the Black Turtle Sect.

'At least these two aren't idiots; they didn't waste time talking.'

They were both body cultivators, closing the distance in a flash, each aiming for one of Feng Fan's sides.

Feng Fan smiled and remained still, waiting until their fists were mere inches from his body. Then, with a single step, he vanished.

Shock flashed across the disciples' faces as their target disappeared right before their eyes.

"What the—?"

"Looking for me?" Feng Fan's voice came from behind one of them, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

Before the disciple could react, a powerful strike sent him flying. Unlike the previous opponent, he didn't breach the barrier but collapsed unconscious on the ground. An elder quickly stepped in, carrying him away for treatment.