The Huang Brothers

Zeng Fan looked grimly at the three people opposite him. A mantis stalks a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. He hadn't expected to be ambushed himself. The current situation was extremely disadvantageous for him. His muscles tensed, and Spiritual Energy circulated wildly within his body, buying time to recover.

With that thought, Zeng Fan slowly spoke, "Brothers, we don't want this Body Tempering Fruit anymore. Just let us leave? How about that?"

The two on either side of the three men turned their gaze to the one in the middle. It seemed he was the leader of the group. The man, hearing Zeng Fan's words, smiled and replied, "Of course. No one wants trouble when they're out and about. This Body Tempering Fruit was grown by us, the Huang Brothers. We were planning to pick it today, but you've already killed the Scorpion Tigers guarding it. How do we settle that?"

"Bullshit," Zeng Fan cursed inwardly. "How could they have grown it? I wasn't deaf to their surprised exclamations just now." He could only try to deal with one of them first. Zeng Fan continued with a smile, "Of course, of course. What kind of compensation would you like? We will definitely satisfy you."

"What I want? Hmm... Of course, it's your lives! Second Brother, Third Brother, attack!" Huang Da's smile gradually turned into a sinister grin as he closed the distance with Zeng Fan. He then roared at his companions. His brothers had accidentally discovered the Body Tempering Fruit. Since it wasn't ripe yet and the Scorpion Tigers were present, they had left it, estimating it would be ready in a few days, and had come to pick it.

Unexpectedly, as they approached, they heard sounds of fighting. They crept closer and discovered Zeng Fan and his group dealing with the Scorpion Tigers. Seeing that someone had already cleared the way for them, they were naturally delighted. While accumulating Spiritual Energy, they took out their treasured Spirit Breaking Arrows.

The three brothers only had three of these arrows, which could pierce the skin defense of the Body Tempering Realm. With luck, they could kill directly. They had intended to use a surprise attack to take down Zeng Fan and Wang Ying immediately, while the two women would be kept for later enjoyment. However, they had dodged.

But that didn't matter. Zeng Fan was stalling for time, and so were they. After closing the distance, with two men at Body Tempering Bone Perfection and one with a shoulder injury, they were confident. All three brothers were at Body Tempering Bone Perfection, enough to deal with these two. The other two women were not a concern.

The other two men nodded at Huang Da's shout, their faces contorted with ferocity. They split into two directions, one charging towards Zeng Fan, while the other two went for Wang Ying. Their plan was for two to attack Wang Ying with full force, then the three of them would surround and kill Zeng Fan.

Seeing the two charging towards Wang Ying, Zeng Fan turned and roared at Yao Ling'er, "Go help Wang Ying block them! I'll handle this one!"

Yao Ling'er had snapped out of her shock and knew this was a moment of life and death. She nodded at Zeng Fan. Though her face was pale, she mustered her Spiritual Energy to support Wang Ying.

Wang Ying also knew it was time to fight for his life. While Zeng Fan was talking to stall for time, he had already used his teeth and right hand to temporarily bind the wound on his shoulder. Hearing Zeng Fan's roar, madness appeared on Wang Ying's face, and all the Spiritual Energy in his body surged. He charged towards the two brothers, knowing that their only hope was to bet on Zeng Fan defeating his opponent before he was defeated and then coming to his aid. Four figures collided rapidly.

Zeng Fan turned his head, took a deep breath, and looked at Huang San, who was rapidly approaching him. A cold glint flashed in his eyes. It was time to fight for his life.

Huang San charged towards Zeng Fan. He knew his task wasn't to fight Zeng Fan to the death. As long as he could hold Zeng Fan back and prevent him from supporting others, he would have succeeded. Once his elder brothers dealt with the other two, they would be the victors.

With that thought, Huang San didn't go all out. His right leg swept towards Zeng Fan. Zeng Fan raised his elbow to block. A soft sound was heard. Huang San was somewhat shocked. Zeng Fan had taken the blow directly without moving, proving that his strength was superior to his own.

"How is this possible?" Huang San wondered. Only after getting close did he realize that Zeng Fan's cultivation was only at Body Tempering Bone Major Accomplishment, yet his strength was no less than his own Body Tempering Bone Perfection.

"This guy must die!" Huang San's killing intent towards Zeng Fan intensified. An enemy who could surpass his realm by a whole level and still be stronger than him would surely return for revenge if not eliminated.

Huang San no longer hesitated and attacked with full force. Spiritual Energy surged around him, and his skin seemed to turn black as he charged at Zeng Fan again. He threw a punch at Zeng Fan, and upon collision, Huang San felt that Zeng Fan's strength had weakened slightly compared to before.

"Good opportunity!" Huang San didn't hesitate. He twisted and threw another punch. Zeng Fan was sent flying, rolling several times on the ground. "Strike while the iron is hot!" Spiritual Energy rapidly gathered in his leg, and Huang San fiercely kicked towards Zeng Fan. Just as he was about to hit Zeng Fan, the Zeng Fan on the ground suddenly sprang up, dodging Huang San's attack like a slippery fish, and simultaneously clenched his fist, aiming for Huang San's head.

Huang San dodged by tilting his head. Just as he was about to retreat, something flew out of Zeng Fan's fist. Before Huang San could react, a cloud of powder enveloped his face.

"Ahhhhhh!" The moment the powder covered him, Huang San let out uncontrollable screams. Wisps of white smoke rose from the ground where the powder touched. Huang San could endure the pain on his skin, but most importantly, he couldn't see anything! Huang San clutched his face and screamed. Although he couldn't see, he heard a whistling sound, followed by a sharp pain in his abdomen. His screams abruptly stopped. He felt as if that punch to his abdomen was going to break his gall bladder.

Huang San lay on the ground, curled up, trying to stand. A foot appeared above his neck and then stomped down fiercely.

Crack. The sound of bone breaking echoed. Huang San felt as if the bones in his neck had snapped. He involuntarily floated up, and then knew nothing more.

"One down," Zeng Fan panted heavily at Huang San's corpse. To quickly finish off Huang San, he had given it his all. That bag of powder was something Zeng Fan had asked Yao Ling'er to prepare earlier, originally intended to prevent fellow disciples from having ill intentions, but it had come in handy here.

To avoid alerting Huang San, Zeng Fan had deliberately weakened his strength. While being hit and rolling on the ground, he had quietly taken out the powder and then used it for a killing blow. The black skin Huang San had displayed earlier was likely a killing move to strengthen his body. Because of the powder attack, his Spiritual Energy had become chaotic, and it had disappeared by the time Zeng Fan attacked. Coupled with his strength exceeding that of his peers, he had achieved victory.

"Third Brother!" A voice filled with pain and intense killing intent came from another battle. Zeng Fan turned his head. Huang Da and Huang Er stood there, while Wang Ying lay on the ground, his fate unknown. One of his left arms was gone, and Yao Ling'er was also unconscious on the ground.

Huang Er's mouth had a trace of blood, likely from Wang Ying's final counterattack. Huang Da's aura had weakened slightly, but he had no visible injuries.

Zeng Fan knew that from now on, it was up to him. Wang Ying had done his best by injuring Huang Er in a desperate struggle, and Yao Ling'er was unable to fight. He exhaled slightly, and the smell of rust entered his nose.

"Die!" Huang Da and Huang Er, their faces enraged, charged towards Zeng Fan. They hadn't expected Huang San to be killed so quickly. The pain of losing a brother filled Huang Da's heart. He already regretted not having personally held Zeng Fan back and letting Huang Er and Huang San deal with Wang Ying. Now, only Zeng Fan's head could be offered to appease his brother's spirit and alleviate his pain.

"Bring it on!" Zeng Fan's muscles tensed violently. He took a deep breath, and the three figures rapidly closed in.