When Evan Yang's speed shifted yet again, the entire arena fell silent. Even the Fiend Palace Lord hadn’t expected his speed to reach such heights—it had already surpassed all previous records.
"His speed caught up, but what about his attack? Hmph, take this!" The fifth-tier Heavenly-Immortal didn’t want Evan Yang to pass him, and he definitely didn’t want to be crippled by Quinn Qing or the Fiend Palace Lord afterward.
So this fifth-tier Heavenly-Immortal erupted with full power. Although Evan Yang’s speed matched his, in his eyes, Evan’s strength couldn’t possibly rival his own. And as for Evan’s flame and flying needles, at this speed, they simply couldn’t keep up.
If this were a life-or-death fight outside, Evan would absolutely use his fastest lightning attacks to settle things. Right now, his speed barely allowed him to compete, but even if he used flame or flying needles, the next moment both would already be in different positions.
So at this moment, Evan couldn’t use his flame or flying needle advantage to defeat his opponent. Both kept flashing across the stage so quickly that no one could even tell who was fighting whom.
Only those with strong cultivation could clearly see Evan and his opponent’s movements. The deeper the bout went, the more shocked the crowd became: Evan kept trading punches with the fifth-tier Heavenly-Immortal, as if his fist power could actually match his opponent’s. This was almost unbelievable.
The fifth-tier Heavenly-Immortal showed an expression of disbelief, but could only continue to attack desperately, increasing the ferocity of his assault.
"Knock him down, or I’ll knock you down." Quinn Qing secretly transmitted to the man.
That threat made the man fight even harder. Soon, everyone saw Evan being suppressed, and at that moment, Evan could only pray for a massive burst in his fist power.
Right now, Evan’s fist strength was only five hundred-fold, and with the Powerburst Gauntlets it reached a thousand-fold. If luck favored him, he might trigger a double burst to reach two thousand-fold—that would absolutely be enough to defeat his opponent.
But the chance for a two-thousand-fold burst was extremely low. Evan could only keep enduring, pushing himself to the limit until he could defeat his opponent.
"Still not down?" The fifth-tier Heavenly-Immortal cursed inwardly. At this moment, Evan was being suppressed, and in everyone’s eyes, he wouldn’t last much longer.
Those with powerful cultivation could clearly see Evan’s face—his expression was ugly, each punch bringing pain beyond estimation.
Meanwhile, the fifth-tier Heavenly-Immortal was attacking with everything he had, ignoring whether his own hands hurt. For Evan, all he could do was keep enduring.
Hannah Nangong was stunned, her heart filled with sorrow and rage. She felt it was her fault that Evan was facing such disaster, and at this moment she deeply regretted it—she truly wished Evan would withdraw.
Hannah Nangong was stunned, her heart aching with sorrow and rage. She felt she had brought disaster upon Evan, and at that moment, she deeply regretted it—she truly wished Evan would withdraw.
She was furious. If anything happened to Evan, she would never accept it as fate.
If anything happened to Evan, Hannah Nangong would not accept it as fate.
Hannah Nangong said, "If anything happens to him, I won’t accept it as fate."
The Fiend Palace Lord stared at Hannah Nangong and asked, "You? Do you really like him?"
"Who I like is none of your business!" Hannah Nangong retorted.
The Palace Lord was moved. He absolutely would not allow Hannah Nangong to like Evan Yang—no way. This time, Evan had to be eliminated. He transmitted to the fifth-tier Heavenly-Immortal, "Kill him."
The fifth-tier Heavenly-Immortal thought he’d heard wrong, but the Palace Lord repeated, "Either he dies, or you die!"
The Fiend Palace Lord couldn’t miss the meaning, but seeing Hannah’s determined attitude, he finally relaxed and said, "Alright!"
Seeing the blood at Evan’s mouth, everyone knew he was finished and would soon fall.
The fifth-tier Heavenly-Immortal seized the opportunity, shouted loudly, and unleashed his greatest fist strength, aiming to smash Evan Yang and kill him outright.
Hannah Nangong was shocked and cried out, "Stop!"
"This is a competition—it can’t stop!" the Palace Lord replied.
"I said stop, so stop!" Hannah Nangong couldn’t bear to watch Evan die, so she tried to jump in, but the Palace Lord restrained her, leaving her unable to move.
"Let me go!" Hannah Nangong shouted angrily.
"This is a competition," the Palace Lord said. Everyone around was watching. Evan Yang heard it too—he understood Hannah Nangong’s feelings, knew she didn’t want this for him. As for the Palace Lord, it was obvious he wanted Evan dead; Evan could sense death approaching.
"Am I really going to die?" Evan Yang had many trump cards, but if he used them, he’d expose too much, bringing even worse consequences.
"Announce to the entire Immortal Realm that I’m his—just not officially married yet. So no one else can touch him, or they’ll be my enemy!" Hannah Nangong made this decision to protect Evan from future revenge by others in Ethereal Sanctuary.
"Still punching? Courting death?" Seeing Evan exhausted but still swinging, it looked like he was about to ruin his own arm.
But the shocking scene unsettled everyone. The instant the fifth-tier Heavenly-Immortal’s hand collided with Evan’s, he cried out in terror, "You!"
Then everyone saw the fifth-tier Heavenly-Immortal’s face change dramatically—his hand was crushed like tofu by Evan.
"Ah!" The fifth-tier Heavenly-Immortal screamed. Everyone saw Evan ruin his entire hand, then land several more punches, pressing his advantage and knocking him to the ground.
Evan Yang stood there, struggling to keep upright.
Evan had won just like that. The man lay on the ground, staring at Evan with dead-gray eyes, terrified inside: "Can this be real? Did I lose?"
Looking at those dead-gray eyes, Evan said, "You lost."
With those words, Evan’s victory was confirmed—he’d become the Palace Lord’s son-in-law. The crowd erupted in excitement. The Palace Lord froze, and Hannah Nangong, finally able to move, rushed through the crowd onto the stage, catching Evan just as he was about to collapse.
"Thank you," Evan said with a smile. If someone hadn’t supported him, he might have collapsed from exhaustion—an embarrassing debut indeed.
"As long as you’re okay, as long as you’re okay." Tears streamed down Hannah Nangong’s face. For some reason, she really wanted to cry today—someone had risked everything for her. Even if it began as a transaction, she was deeply moved.
Seeing Hannah Nangong’s tears, Evan’s heart trembled. The feeling was subtle; he almost wanted to reach out and pat her head, telling her he was fine.
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Evan held back and smiled, "Everyone’s watching, you know?"
Hannah Nangong wiped away her tears and turned to the Palace Lord, who stood nearby looking uncomfortable. She said, "Palace Lord, twenty matches are finished. Is there any need to continue?"
Her words made it clear—there was no need. Evan was the final victor, his score far ahead.
Qingyun was dumbfounded—Evan had actually beaten a fifth-tier Heavenly-Immortal. The Palace Lord hadn’t expected this either, but now wasn’t the time to hesitate. He said, "Congratulations to the winner. I trust no one has any objections?"
Naturally, no one objected. If anyone did, they’d have to seek revenge in private.
"Since that’s the case, let’s settle it here. But because my daughter isn’t just anyone, there must be a proper betrothal gift," the Palace Lord suddenly announced.
His words made everyone excited—things were about to get interesting. Evan hadn’t expected the Palace Lord to throw another hurdle his way, while Hannah Nangong glared angrily at her father. "What kind of rule is that?"
"As my daughter, you’re far too noble to be given away so casually. If he wants to marry you, he must meet my betrothal requirements—otherwise, it’s invalid," the Palace Lord said.
"You’re breaking the rules!" Hannah Nangong shouted angrily. She’d agreed with him beforehand—whoever won, neither side could object.
But the Palace Lord replied, "I’m not breaking the rules—just adding a condition."
Everyone watched the father-daughter showdown, quickly guessing what was happening. Soon, the crowd started clamoring for a betrothal gift.
The Palace Lord even turned to Evan and said, "Kid, you’re not afraid to accept, are you?"
"What betrothal gift? I’d like to hear it," Evan said, growing more courageous—he’d never bow to someone so domineering, so he asked curiously.
At that moment, Hannah Nangong really wanted to rush over and cut ties with the Palace Lord.
"It’s simple—just prepare three items," the Palace Lord said with a smile.
"Which three?" Evan asked curiously.
"First, a Million-Year Venom Toad—these creatures live somewhere in the Immortal Realm, but exactly where, you’ll have to find out yourself. Second, a Ten-Million-Year Tree Heart—remember, it has to be a tree heart that’s at least ten million years old, not just any tree. Third, your strength is too weak. When you surpass my daughter, then we’ll talk," the Palace Lord said.
To everyone, these three conditions were pure torture. The first meant risking your life—the Venom Toad was so poisonous even Emperors wouldn’t approach. The second was nearly impossible to find, depending entirely on luck. The third—never mind Evan’s sixth-tier Earth-Immortal cultivation, even if he could challenge Hannah Nangong, it’d take tens of thousands of years, at least in ordinary eyes.
Who knows—over those countless years, the Palace Lord might change his mind, or marry Hannah Nangong off to someone else.
Everyone was watching, waiting to see if Evan would accept. Hannah Nangong was furious—she’d rather break ties; she was utterly disappointed in the Palace Lord.
But then Evan spoke up with a smile, "I accept. But does today count? Are we officially engaged?"
"Engaged?" The crowd was puzzled—what was Evan up to now?
"If you don’t want to be pushed into another marriage selection, hurry up and say it," Evan prompted Hannah Nangong.
Hannah Nangong wasn’t stupid. She immediately transmitted to the Palace Lord, "He’s already won and met the conditions. If you keep making things difficult, you can prepare for a funeral."
The Palace Lord wanted to refuse, but hearing Hannah’s firm threat, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, you two are engaged."
"In that case, shouldn’t we have a ceremony?" Hannah Nangong said, surprising even Evan.
"What kind of ceremony?" the Palace Lord asked, curious.
"Announce to the entire Immortal Realm that I’m his—just not officially married yet. So no one else can touch him, or they’ll be my enemy!" Hannah Nangong made this decision to protect Evan from future revenge by others in the Sacred Palace.
The Palace Lord couldn’t miss the meaning, but seeing Hannah’s determined attitude, he finally relaxed and said, "Alright!"