Becoming Sovereign in Everlasting World

"Besides, there's no point in continuing to fight." Fan Gu continued.

"This..." Actually, Yang Fan had no intentions of contending for the first ranking. He only wanted to find someone who could contend against him and see his own potential. He didn't expect that things would turn out like this.

"Clan Master, this... "How should we judge that?" The deacons of the adjudication team couldn't make a decision, so they could only leave the matter to Murong Xiao.

"See!" One of them will stand out. " Murong Xiao's eyes flashed with a strange light. He had originally thought that Yang Fan would be able to fight against the Brahma Valley, but he had never expected that he would be able to fight evenly with the Brahma Valley.

What was even more unexpected was that Yang Fan had also used a Xiantian martial skill during the battle, and he had crossed ranks to fight him even when he was not even at the eighth level of the Houtian realm. He had actually met such a monstrous genius, and he had even appeared in front of the Imperial Sword Sect, standing right in front of him.

This was unbelievable. In his understanding, for a spirit cultivator to survive in a continent fragment like Xuan Tian, it was considered a blessing that someone with fast cultivation speed like the Brahma Valley would appear. However, he didn't expect for an even more shocking talent to appear.

Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, the two of them supported each other as they walked out of the arena. However, what surprised everyone was that both of them spoke at the same time.

"I admit defeat!"

The instant they spoke, Yang Fan and Fan Gu glanced at each other, as though they didn't understand what the other was saying. In Yang Fan's heart, he thought, "Didn't you already win?" However, in his heart, Fan Gu was thinking, "Don't you want to be number one so desperately?"

"What, what's going on? Who lost?"

It was a depressing atmosphere. What was this? Who was the loser? Both of them admitted defeat at the same time. Could it be that none of them wanted to take the first place? And how would the deacon decide?

Just when everyone was in disbelief, Mu Rong Xiao stood up. His gaze swept across the entire hall, finally landing on Yang Fan and Fan Gu. His indifferent voice resounded through the entire hall.

"I announce the competition for the first position of the core disciples this time because both of them admitted defeat, which also means that they voluntarily gave up. Then... "The two of you are tied for the first position, do you have any objections?"

The crowd was puzzled. Why did the school head announce such a result? However, they could not retort and could only look at it in astonishment.

"We have no objection." Yang Fan and Fan Gu exchanged glances. This was good as well. In truth, the two of them didn't want to disappoint the other. Such an outcome was truly surprising to them.

"Alright, the top ten core disciples have been decided. As for the rewards, the school will send them to you. Today, everyone is tired, go back and rest." Mu Rong Xiao smiled. It seemed that this decision of his was still feasible.

Today's battle could be said to be splendid beyond compare. Everyone was proud to have the honor of witnessing such a wonderful battle …

"Next time we fight, I hope you can break through faster." Fan Gu let go of Yang Fan's arm as he seriously spoke.

"Me too, I hope you won't disappoint me." Yang Fan revealed a faint smile to express his thoughts.

"Then I'll be going first. I'm looking forward to the next match." Fan Gu turned and walked away calmly.

"Brother Fan, are you alright?" Xing Hu was the one who had walked out of the crowd and supported Yang Fan as he spoke, a hint of worry evident in his voice.

"It's fine, it's just a small wound. We just need to rest for a bit. In the future, we will have more experience. We will encounter all of these sooner or later, but that will be all." Yang Fan coughed lightly. From this, it could be seen that he was still not used to it. After all, this was the first time he was injured.

"Are you alright?" Mu Sword Spirit, who was currently accompanied by Xin Ha, walked over and spoke in a gentle voice. From the voice, one could tell that she was concerned about Yang Fan.

Yang Fan smiled and shook his head, indicating that he didn't have to worry about her.

"I didn't expect you to be so powerful. You were even able to fight him to a standstill at the eighth level of the Houtian realm, didn't you see that? You actually hid it so well. " Xin Ha wasn't like Yang Fan and the others, sizing up Yang Fan as if he were some rare beast pet.

Seeing her expression, Yang Fan could only helplessly spread out his hands, not saying anything. There was nothing to explain about this. Xin Ha had always thought that he was a trash with a low cultivation base, so he naturally felt surprised.

"Alright, alright, stop sizing him up. He still needs to heal. Let's not stand here anymore and let him go back and heal his injuries." Mu Jian Ling waved her hand and pulled Xin Ha along with her, saying, "Didn't you say you wanted to bring me over to that mission sheet or something? We can tell them when we get back. "

"Sister Ling is biased. I just want to see what's special about him and not let him lose a piece of his flesh. I told you, how could you not have good eyes?" So he was hiding his cultivation. Also … "Hey, Sister Ling, slow down. Your wrist is about to break." She had a lot of questions to ask. He was dragged away just like that.

Yang Fan and Xing Hu couldn't help but laugh. It seemed like Mu Sword Spirit wasn't in a good mood these past few days. With so many pairs of eyes watching her and Xin Ha speaking irresponsibly, the blush on Mu Sword Spirit's face reached her ears.

"Cough cough, let's go!" Yang Fan coughed lightly as he placed a hand on his chest.

"Yes." Xing Hu supported Yang Fan into the courtyard.

However, for many people, this was an unbelievable matter, because a person of unknown cultivation was actually able to fight to a standstill against the eighth level of the Houtian realm, the Fan Valley. This battle had left countless people amazed.

With his strength at the eighth level of the Pangu Canyon coupled with his innate techniques, he could be considered as someone who was unrivalled at the same level. However, no one could believe that with such strength, he would be able to achieve a draw after Yang Fan battled him.

But for someone else, this was an extremely painful matter. That was Fatty Jin. At this time, everyone on the stage had already dispersed. Many people were able to gain insights from this and had gone back to cultivate.

"Why can't I remember? That kind of cultivation technique seemed to be some kind of foundation building technique! It seemed to be something that could form a Golden Spirit Tiger. Was it the Ying Family? Obviously not, their family was a medicinal family, it was impossible for them to be like this. Was it the Yan Clan? "It isn't …" The fat guy was talking to himself as if there was no one around.

But there were still a few people standing by his side that refused to leave. It was not because they were envious of Fatty's primeval stones, but because Fatty's background was too mysterious. If this fatty was really protected by some expert and they were able to hug his legs, then wouldn't he be able to eat and drink to his heart's content?