Chapter 318: You Three, Come at Me Together!
The scorching sun hung high in the sky.
Its intense rays blanketed the entire Martial Meet Island, making the already lively atmosphere feel even more stifling.
Atop the mountain, the vast square was surrounded by a dense sea of spectators. Waves of chatter and excitement rippled through the crowd, even pushing the clouds in the sky aside.
Countless gazes shifted between the Gu and Wei Clan seats as whispers filled the air—everyone speculating on the upcoming matches.
Amidst all the attention, Gu Mengqi flicked her delicate wrist, splitting the light token in her hand into three. Under the watchful eye of the Shentu Clan referee not far away, she handed them to Lin Fan and Gu Yan.
Gu Yan reached out first to draw her token. Upon seeing the name, she forced a bitter smile. "My opponent… is Chen Luo."
Facing Chen Luo, she was almost certainly doomed to lose.
Lin Fan also casually drew a lot. His opponent? The weakest of the three Wei Clan fighters—Wei Li.
"Then my opponent is Wei Zhen," Gu Mengqi sighed softly, biting her lip. "Looks like the outcome of this round rests on me."
The results were nearly a foregone conclusion.
Gu Yan would lose, and Lin Fan would win.
Victory or defeat now depended on whether Gu Mengqi could overcome Wei Zhen.
Off to the side, Elder Gu Shuo furrowed his brows and reluctantly said, "Mengqi should go first. If it doesn't go well… there might be no need to continue the rest."
But Lin Fan smiled calmly. "Maybe… it won't have to be that complicated. I know you won't like hearing this, but Miss Gu Mengqi is certain to lose to Wei Zhen. However, if I remember correctly, there's another format for the Martial Meet—the Shura Mode, isn't there?"
"The Shura Mode?"
Gu Mengqi and the others were momentarily stunned, eyes flickering as they turned to Lin Fan.
But Elder Gu Shuo, who had personally felt Lin Fan's strength, brightened up with renewed hope.
He chuckled. "I nearly forgot about the Shura Mode…"
The Martial Meet typically followed the three-match, two-win rule.
But aside from that, there was another rare format with a unique rule—known as Shura Mode.
It was quite simple: one fighter challenges the entire opposing team. One person determines the fate of an entire clan.
Simple in design, but incredibly difficult in execution.
After all, those who qualified to compete in the Martial Meet were all elites among the younger generation of the Tianfeng Sea Region. The strength gap between them might exist, but it was rarely overwhelming. Defeating three of them alone was nearly impossible.
In all the years the event had run, few had attempted Shura Mode—and even fewer had succeeded.
The most recent success was by the Shentu Clan's Shentu Jue, who earned the moniker "Iron Shura" for his feat.
Now, if Lin Fan wanted to initiate Shura Mode, he would have to face all three Wei Clan fighters—Wei Zhen, Chen Luo, and Wei Li—alone.
To most, that was a death sentence.
But Gu Shuo knew better. With Lin Fan's strength, even one versus three was overkill.
So he smiled and said, "In that case, let's not waste everyone's time. Let's initiate the Shura Mode."
Gu Mengqi and Gu Yan exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.
Neither of them stood a chance against their drawn opponents. Their only hope was Lin Fan.
Lin Fan smiled faintly and stepped onto the wide platform, casting his gaze toward the Wei Clan's direction.
"Wei Li, you go," Wei Zhen said, narrowing his eyes at Lin Fan.
Wei Li nodded and leapt onto the platform.
"I know how strong you are. I won't bother fighting—this one's yours," Wei Li said with a strange smile as he looked at Lin Fan.
He directly conceded.
He knew full well he wasn't Lin Fan's match.
But since both Wei Zhen and Chen Luo would easily crush their respective opponents, victory was already guaranteed. There was no need to waste strength on a guaranteed loss.
As he turned to leave—
"Wait."
Lin Fan's voice stopped him in his tracks.
"…Huh?" Wei Li paused and looked back in confusion.
"You seem to be mistaken," Lin Fan said calmly. "I'm not just challenging you—I'm challenging all three of you."
The noise on the mountain inexplicably died down at that moment.
Countless gazes locked onto Lin Fan, all flashing with astonishment.
Wei Zhen and Chen Luo, who had been standing with arms crossed and smiling faintly, instantly froze.
Dark shadows flickered through their eyes.
"What did you say?" Wei Zhen asked coldly.
"I said… all three of you—come at me together."
Lin Fan's tone remained calm and indifferent.
BOOM!
A thunderous uproar swept through the crowd like crashing waves.
"He's going for the Shura Mode!"
"He's actually challenging Shura Mode?! Is this guy insane?!"
"Only Shentu Jue has ever succeeded at Shura Mode in recent years. Is this kid seriously trying it too?!"
"But he did crush Su Yan with a single strike… and his aura was insanely strong. Maybe he really can pull it off!"
…
Over in the Su Clan's area, Su Yan, who had just regained consciousness, stared at the youthful figure in the arena with complex emotions.
He had planned to shine in this year's Martial Meet—yet he'd been defeated in one move.
Only those who had faced Lin Fan firsthand knew just how terrifying he truly was.
The Gu Clan had found a monster of an ally.
Could even the famed Iron Shura of the Shentu Clan stand against him…?
Su Yan could already see how Lin Fan's Shura Mode challenge might end.
Over at the Wei Clan, both Wei Zhen and Chen Luo's faces darkened with fury at the rising tide of gasps and murmurs.
"You want to die? Fine—we'll oblige you!"
A voice dripping with killing intent rang out.
BOOM!
Two figures burst forward simultaneously, landing on the platform with explosive force.
Their entire bodies exuded intense killing intent, like two terrifying gods of death—impossible to look at directly.
BOOM!
Two monstrous waves of Yuan Power surged like a flood, sweeping across the arena.
Mixed within them was a chilling bloodlust.
"You want to use us to make a name for yourself? You picked the wrong targets. Today will be your funeral!" Wei Zhen glared at Lin Fan, his tone icy.
Chen Luo didn't speak, but a long black spear appeared in his hand.
The moment it emerged, a sharp, ghostly wail echoed through the air. The spear radiated dark energy, its appearance utterly terrifying.
In that instant, the entire world seemed to ignite with tension.
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