Chapter 106: Superpowers, Lightning, and the Way? (Please Recommend and Bookmark!)

Yang Fan’s eyes flicked over Kun Sha, whose expression was unreadable, revealing nothing. Yet Yang Fan sensed that this old fox undoubtedly harbored his own plans. The leaders of the Kun clan were nothing like he had imagined.

Since Kun Sha had forced him into a battle with Kun Yuan, Yang Fan knew better than to treat this sparring lightly. If he did, he’d be a fool.

Though he couldn’t fathom Kun Sha’s intentions, Yang Fan understood one thing clearly: he could not lose. He had to show Kun Sha, Kun Li, and indeed everyone in the Kunlun Secret Realm the strength of Earth.

He would make them see that even Earth’s lower-tier warriors were far from weak.

Resolute, Yang Fan’s gaze hardened.

Kun Yuan was already charging at him again. Time was against him; the Kunpeng transformation was incomplete and could only be maintained for about five minutes. This was the Kunpeng tribe’s desperate battle tactic. Kun Yuan dared not delay for a moment.

Clenching his fists, Yang Fan stood firm, awaiting Kun Yuan’s assault.

Kun Yuan’s fist came crashing down. Yang Fan extended his hand, enveloped it in energy, and forcefully blocked the strike. Kun Yuan showed no surprise this time; the sudden attack before had failed to harm Yang Fan. He never imagined that a single blow from him would be enough to kill.

The two clashed repeatedly, and the more they fought, the more Yang Fan felt constrained. Under the influence of the Kunpeng transformation, Kun Yuan’s strength had surpassed his own, his aura growing ever more potent. Yang Fan was already struggling to withstand his attacks, relying solely on his Sky Defense technique, while Kun Yuan continued to unleash his battle skills.

Kun Yuan’s weapon was his own body—his hands and feet—mastering close combat to a terrifying degree. But what about Yang Fan? From the start of his training, he had wielded a blade. Now that his long knife was out of reach, he felt almost helpless.

Though he could channel his body to strike as if wielding the “Ninefold Slash,” its power paled in comparison to that of a weapon. And to make matters worse, Kun Yuan fought as if possessed.

After another clash, Yang Fan’s eyes once again flicked to Kun Sha. He noticed a subtle shift in Kun Sha’s expression—was it disappointment? Regret? Or disdain?

Snapping back to the present, Yang Fan braced himself as Kun Yuan launched another Kunpeng-enhanced punch, crackling with energy. This time, he did not dodge.

Enough.

Yang Fan had had enough and wanted this battle over. Earlier, he had hoped to outlast the Kunpeng transformation, knowing Kun Yuan would be exhausted afterward. But now, Kun Sha’s expression stirred something within him.

Whether his guess was right or wrong no longer mattered. At this moment, Yang Fan only wanted to win—and win decisively, not by stalling.

Suddenly, Kun Sha’s face changed. Kun Yuan, once shrouded in a crimson aura, was flung backward like a kite with its string cut loose, trembling uncontrollably as he flew.

Yang Fan stood like a thunder god descended, electric sparks dancing across his body, the roar of thunder echoing from deep within, deafening.

Kun Li immediately rushed onto the battlefield, checking on Kun Yuan.

Kun Sha stared in shock at Yang Fan standing at the center, his heart stirring uneasily.

What was this? The boy was wrapped in lightning?

Then a smile broke across Kun Sha’s face.

This was the Dao.

A true, complete Dao.

So the boy had not lied—the outside world truly contained the Dao!

This boy was living proof.

The ancient texts recorded such a phenomenon: only those born in a complete world could contain elemental energy within themselves.

And it was a one-in-a-million occurrence.

For this boy to harbor such elemental energy meant the outside world was indeed whole. If Kun Sha could enter it, he might finally break through to the Eleventh Grade!

At that moment, Kun Sha forgot his son entirely, lost in his own thoughts.

After all, how long had Kun Sha lived? Four hundred years.

Given that a Grade Ten Martial Emperor’s lifespan was around eight hundred years, Kun Sha was halfway through his life. The first hundred years had passed smoothly, but for the next three hundred, he had been consumed by the desire to break through to the Eleventh Grade.

But this world was incomplete—lacking the Dao—and he could not integrate the Dao into himself.

No matter how hard he tried, that step remained impossible.

But now, hope had arrived—hope far more tangible than the Day of Apocalypse.

For four centuries, Kun Sha had been the genius of the Kunlun Secret Realm.

Back then, the Kunpeng tribe was weak and far from the power it held now. But under Kun Sha’s leadership, it had surged from one of the lowest-ranked tribes into the top ten.

Kun Sha himself had risen from an obscure nobody to a peak figure in the secret realm.

Yet his path forward was blocked, and he was unwilling to accept defeat.

Now, the arrival of Yang Fan and his companions brought new hope. And they had just demonstrated it.

Kun Sha’s gaze toward Yang Fan and the others softened, filled with joy.

Yang Fan, too, was a little stunned.

His lightning had grown stronger.

Watching the arcs of electricity enveloping his entire body, he felt exhilarated.

Lightning was the first power the system had granted him.

It had accompanied him all along, saving him countless times. Unlike those awakened with special abilities on Earth, his lightning had never been cultivated yet grew stronger as he did.

After a moment, Yang Fan withdrew the lightning and looked toward Kun Yuan who was still convulsing. Kun Li called out loudly for healers.

Yang Fan then glanced at Kun Sha, who watched him with a benign expression that made Yang Fan uneasy. What was this old fellow up to? Why was he looking at him like that?

Not long after, people arrived and carried Kun Yuan away. Kun Li followed closely, casting a sharp glare at Yang Fan as she left—a clear and threatening warning.

Kun Sha laughed heartily as he watched them go.

“Come, friends, let’s enter and talk,” he said, striding into the hall.

Yang Fan and the others exchanged speechless looks. His son had been beaten senseless, yet this father showed no reaction. Yang Fan had braced himself for hostility from Kun Sha, but now it seemed he had overthought it.

The magnanimity of a Grade Ten Martial Emperor was truly vast.

Without hesitation, Yang Fan and the others followed Kun Sha into the hall.

Once inside, they each took their seats.

Kun Sha spoke first: “Impressive, very impressive. Yang Fan, your strength is indeed remarkable. Compared to the outside world, your sect’s younger generation must rank among the best, yes?”

Yang Fan hurriedly replied, “I’m flattered, senior. I do have some reputation in our academy, but I’m hardly worthy of such praise. I wouldn’t dare claim to be among the top. There are many stronger than me—like Senior Brother Li Xianyi, who is far more formidable.”

Kun Sha smiled and turned to Li Xianyi. “Oh? Is that so? Indeed, the outside world is incomparable to our little realm. Truly a place where dragons lie hidden and tigers crouch.”

Then Kun Sha launched into casual conversation with Yang Fan and the others.

There was no meaningful or substantial talk—just idle chatter.

Everyone answered questions as they came, and Yang Fan felt mentally exhausted.

He feared saying something wrong or revealing secrets.

Who knew what this old fox was really scheming?