Sharingan, Revealed!

"Fan'er, your uncle respects your choice. Even if you don't want to suffer, you don't have to become a Soul Master. In our Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School [as long as you don't end up like your father], you can do whatever you want!"

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Ning Fan knew exactly what his uncle meant that day.

He was also aware that many elders and deacons in various sects did not like him.

Given his temperament and Ning Yunqing's doting affection, he could easily choose to surrender now and avoid being beaten.

He'd happily get through the day, and then the next day he'd continue living carefree as if nothing had happened. He had so much money he couldn't spend it all, enough to live comfortably for the rest of his life.

He can be shameless too.

Right now, we're all just kids. At worst, we can follow the example of some Emperor Yan and make some three-year agreement, and then get our revenge later.

But the misfortune did not extend to the family.

If he were to admit defeat here, it would not only be a slap in the face to the direct descendants of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, but also a slap in the face to Ning Yunqing.

Ning Fan, with his mindset different from that of a child, would never allow such a person to tarnish his reputation, who dotes on him like a father!

"No wonder they were almost wiped out in the original story. It turns out there were so many elders who were stuck in their ways and brought shame upon themselves..." The long-haired boy, who stood up and held a small pagoda, muttered to himself, saying things that were hard to understand.

"Huh? What did you say?"

Gu Yu, who had been temporarily pushed back, was surprised that this guy had actually stood up again and seemed unwilling to admit defeat.

"It's nothing. I just meant that with me here, that kind of future won't happen."

Ning Fan continued muttering to himself. He tore off a piece of clothing that had been ripped apart by the bone claws, and stood his long hair up to reveal his pair of crimson eyes that were already wet with tears from the pain.

After saying that, to everyone's astonishment, Ning Fan stepped forward and, holding the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, stabbed it into the ancient jade like an awl.

"Um?"

Gu Yu instinctively raised his hand to block, and his bones collided with the seven-colored pagoda, producing a loud crashing sound.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is recognized as the strongest support-type weapon spirit, but without any spirit rings, it has no support abilities.

But no one stipulated that he could only assist.

Such a sturdy pagoda, as a ranked weapon spirit, could even be used to smash people!

"Oh my god..."

Gu Yu never expected that Ning Fan would have this trick up his sleeve.

However, his shock was only brief.

Because the opponent's soul power level was too low, it was simply not enough to maintain a top-tier weapon spirit for a long time.

After only a few blows, Gu Yu managed to defend himself and retreat without any major injuries, but Ning Fan started panting, showing signs of a trapped beast's struggle.

"He has a good temperament and refuses to admit defeat even now, but it's a pity that for a direct descendant, his talent is too mediocre. I don't understand why these elders are making things difficult for this child..."

Fan Yu was surprised that the young man in the arena still had the courage to fight to the death. But he knew that this was ultimately just a surge of passion, and once his soul power was exhausted, he would only lose even more miserably.

When Fan Yu looked back at the elders on the stands, the faces of these old men were also somewhat shocked.

They originally wanted to take this opportunity to embarrass Ning Fan, their direct descendant, in front of outsiders, but why does this kid seem so determined to fight to the death?

"Fan'er, stop fighting. Overdrawing your soul power will cause you to get hurt."

Ning Yunqing threw away the crushed cane in his hand, rubbed his temples, and used his soul power mixed with his voice to enter the arena.

The voice was so gentle. Sect Master Ning had already allowed Ning Fan to fail. If they continued fighting like this, Ning Fan's small body would really be injured, and it might even affect his future cultivation.

Upon hearing this gentle voice, the boy in the arena who was vigorously waving the pagoda slowed down for a moment.

But after sensing the hint of helplessness in the voice, the boy's eyes reddened, and with a shout, he mustered his last bit of strength and forcefully imprinted the pagoda onto those sharp bone claws.

"He's insane...this guy's gone mad!"

Gu Yu hurriedly retreated. Ning Fan's reckless behavior had already frightened him a bit. After all, he was just a child!

However, after a few seconds of alertness, the fear on Gu Yu's face subsided somewhat.

Ning Fan, who had driven him back, stood there, his eyes unfocused, the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in his hand having vanished due to the exhaustion of his soul power.

At this moment, Ning Fan's vision was so blurred that he could no longer see his own hands. Although he was unwilling, he no longer had the strength to do anything.

In a daze, I even felt like I was falling into an abyss, and my mind went completely blank.

"His martial spirit dissipated... Did I win?"

Gu Yu muttered to himself, dumbfounded.

No, everyone was stunned. Wang Yan even forgot to announce the end of the competition.

He never imagined that a six-year-old child, even a support-type Soul Master, could force back an opponent far stronger than himself through sheer willpower.

This child lost, but he was still honorable in defeat.

Regardless of the elders' initial intentions, after this battle, almost all the teachers from Shrek Academy remembered Ning Fan, this little guy who was like a beast among support-type Soul Masters.

"I won? Haha... Grandpa, I won!"

Gu Yu was still immersed in Ning Fan's "last stand" just now, and it took him a long time to realize that Young Master Ning's soul power had been exhausted and posed no threat to him anymore!

He won, how could he not be excited?

After all, the elders' joint reward was three Mystic Water Pills!

Just as Gu Yu was waving happily to the audience, Wang Yan's eyes narrowed sharply in the center of the arena.

His gaze was fixed on Ning Fan, who was already at his wit's end. In an instant, a fluctuation of soul power appeared on this child who had overdrawn his limits, and it was even increasing!

Um, around level six, maybe level eight... or even level ten?!

"This...isn't something wrong?"

Wang Yan, who was quite accomplished in the study of martial spirits, knew very well what this situation represented: a martial spirit mutation, or perhaps, a second awakening.

Ning Fan, who should have lost consciousness, suddenly froze. A red light flashed in his bright, agate-like eyes, and soon, a black, tomoe-like pattern was quietly imprinted on his crimson eyeballs.

"Win? No, it should be... this childish game ends here!"

The red-eyed boy, completely unaware of anything, uttered a cold whisper. The voice didn't belong to him; it seemed to be transmitted directly into everyone's minds.

Looking up, a pair of blood-red eyes met Gu Yu's joyful gaze.

When Gu Yu turned around and saw Ning Fan again, it was as if he saw a mad lion.

When his gaze fixed on Ning Fan's crimson eyes with strange patterns, he felt a sudden dizziness and, without even uttering a cry of alarm, his eyes rolled back and he completely fainted.

After doing all this, the jade pattern gradually disappeared from Ning Fan's eyes, and everything seemed to return to calm.

What happened? What did this kid do?

Why did the ancient jade fall down? And what was that strange fluctuation of soul power just now?

In an instant, countless questions arose in everyone's minds.

"Fan'er!"

Ning Yunqing, who was in the stands, no longer cared about his status as the sect leader. He leaped up and headed straight for the center of the field.

Shortly after the ancient jade fell, Ning Fan's eyes streamed down his face, and he collapsed to the ground...