Heaven's Gift, Refused at One's Peril

Screams rang out one after another.

"Run! Run!"

"This isn't a man—it's a devil!"

Amid countless screams.

A man's hysterical voice rang out: "If I die, you'll all be buried with me! None of you will escape!"

Chen Fan hid behind a large tree, watching figure after figure fall in the distance.

Torches scattered across the ground.

The screams rose again.

Just as that figure was about to finish off everyone who had surrounded him, blood suddenly began spraying from his entire body like water gushing from a spring!

"I refuse to accept this!!"

A miserable howl tore through the night. The voice was hoarse yet resounding: "I, Yuan Kuanglin, a dignified sixth-level martial artist, obtained the Star Sect's treasured relic! I could have entered the realm of an unparalleled tenth-level martial artist in the future—how can I die here?!!"

The man's voice gradually weakened.

With a muffled thud.

All movement then fell completely silent.

Chen Fan was astonished.

Even at death's door, the man had managed to deliver such a long last speech in one breath!

There was no need to guess that he had been a martial arts expert.

Under the silent night sky.

Chen Fan could hear only ragged breathing.

In the chaotic torchlight.

Chen Fan looked at the horrific scene before him, and his eyes could not help widening.

Corpses carpeted the ground. Blood was splashed everywhere, and severed limbs lay scattered about.

At least ten of them had been struck in the back and fallen face-down, clearly trying to flee before being casually slapped to death!

Before dying, this man had actually launched such a terrifying counterattack. It was both astonishing and horrifying!

At this moment, only two people remained standing in the firelight.

One of them was Pi Liu, clutching his chest with a deathly pale face.

"Brother Biao, are you all right?"

His gaze turned to the side.

"Not dead yet..." It was a burly man. One of his arms was completely twisted out of shape, his lips were purple, and specks of blood covered his body. He knelt on one knee, convulsing and trembling all over.

Brother Biao was clearly grievously wounded and could not even stand steadily.

Pi Liu was injured as well, but his wounds were obviously not severe. He could still stand, though he limped with every step.

He hurried forward and helped Brother Biao up.

The two looked at the burly corpse lying in the distance, their faces filled with fear.

Pi Liu could not help clicking his tongue. "So this was the gang leader's target. Who would have thought he was actually a great sixth-level martial artist..."

Brother Biao coughed up a mouthful of blood. "Who would have thought a half-crippled martial artist could be this formidable? I'm already at the second level of martial arts, yet fighting a man on the brink of death cost us so many brothers and nearly took my own life as well..."

This Yuan Kuanglin was simply too terrifying. Even grievously wounded, he killed men as easily as slaughtering chickens; every move he made claimed a life.

If not for the backlash from Yuan Kuanglin's secret technique surfacing and leaving him with less than one percent of his strength, someone like him, who had only just entered the second level of martial arts, would likely have been beaten to death in a single blow.

The gap was far too great!

If not for so many of his brothers using their lives to hold him back, they could never have dragged this man on until he died of exhaustion.

"I don't have a shred of strength left. I couldn't block even one of his attacks. If he had held on for a few more seconds, the two of us would have been buried with him too..."

Brother Biao's voice was filled with lingering fear and terror.

Pi Liu could not help wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. He grinned. "Surviving a great calamity brings great fortune afterward. We've dealt with the gang leader's mortal enemy. Brother Biao, you're surely about to soar straight into the Azure Cloud this time!"

A vicious glint flashed through Brother Biao's eyes, only to turn helpless in the next instant.

As a sixth-level martial artist, this man was naturally no ordinary figure. His dying words had already stirred Brother Biao's thoughts, making him want to kill Pi Liu and search the corpse himself.

Unfortunately, he had been grievously injured and could not even move normally. How could he possibly speak of killing someone and seizing treasure?

He could only watch helplessly as what might have been an extraordinary opportunity slipped away before his eyes!

Neither of them noticed that Chen Fan was silently watching from the darkness not far away.

Looking at this dreadful scene and listening to their conversation.

Chen Fan's heart suddenly began to pound.

At the same time, his gaze fell once more on Pi Liu's pale face in the firelight, then on Brother Biao.

Brother Biao was evidently some kind of Black Tiger Gang leader. From what he had said, he was a second-level martial artist, but in his current state, he could not even stand steadily.

Chen Fan was confident that if he struck now, there was a high chance he could deal with both of them!

Chen Fan had waited several days. After weighing the pros and cons in his heart, he glanced once more at the man lying on the ground who had called himself Yuan Kuanglin.

A fierce light flashed in his eyes!

When Heaven bestowed a gift and one refused it, one would suffer the consequences. Opportunity and the chance for revenge were right before him. Though there were risks, Chen Fan had no reason not to act!

He immediately crept forward, steadied his thoughts, and called out in a composed voice, "Brother Liu! I heard the sounds of fighting. What happened?!"

As he spoke, he removed the mask from his face and strode forward, feigning ease.

Hearing the call from the darkness, Pi Liu froze. For a moment, he could not recall which brother the voice belonged to and simply assumed it was an ordinary gang member.

He set Brother Biao down, then clutched his chest and limped toward the newcomer. A flash of excitement crossed his pale face. "Go notify the gang leader at once. Yuan Kuanglin has been executed—"

As he spoke, he caught sight of Chen Fan approaching in the torchlight and could not help freezing.

"You—"

Chen Fan had already reached him. Both hands shot forward, flinging out the lime powder and chili water he had prepared long ago.

"Ah!!"

Pi Liu immediately screamed. His eyes squeezed shut uncontrollably as tears streamed down his face.

His hands instinctively rose to cover his face.

Chen Fan recalled the Tiger Fist he had practiced countless times.

He threw a punch.

Bang!

With three basic martial arts techniques under his belt, Chen Fan's physical constitution had long surpassed that of an ordinary person. This sudden ambush punch shot toward Pi Liu's unguarded temple!

He did not hesitate in the slightest during real combat.

Instead, because of the unusual circumstances, his attention was utterly focused, allowing him to unleash an effect far beyond his usual training.

Though Pi Liu had entered the path of martial arts, he had not transcended the limits of flesh and blood. With his eyes blinded, his body instinctively retreated backward.

But Chen Fan stepped forward, his fist smashing through with unstoppable force and striking Pi Liu precisely on the temple.

Bang.

Just one blow.

As though struck by lightning, the man's temple instantly caved in. Blood poured from his seven orifices, and he crashed to the ground with a bang.

His scream came to an abrupt halt.

At that same instant, Chen Fan's vision flickered, and a row of characters appeared before him. He had no time to examine them.

He immediately rushed forward toward Brother Biao behind Pi Liu!

Though Brother Biao was at the second level of martial arts, he was grievously wounded.

He watched helplessly as a youth emerged from the darkness, flicked his hand, and killed Pi Liu with a single punch.

Terror filled his heart. Even at his peak, he would not have dared claim he could kill Pi Liu in one punch.

As Chen Fan charged toward him, he dragged his severely injured body but had no strength to resist. Boundless fear and panic surged within him.

"What are you doing?!"

He swayed as he struggled to his feet.

Chen Fan was already upon him.

"Young brother, stop! Do you know who I am—"

Before he could finish, Chen Fan smashed a punch straight into his face.

He fell to the ground with a bang.

After mastering several martial arts manuals, Chen Fan's physique had grown even stronger. Combined with the inner breath in his body, his fists had become terrifyingly empowered.

A full-force punch was far more powerful than hitting someone with a brick before—perhaps even more terrifying than the punches of professional boxers from his previous life!

Chen Fan did not dare pause for even an instant. He immediately stepped forward and drove another Tiger Fist into Brother Biao's face!

Chen Fan threw several more muffled punches in succession, beating Brother Biao's face into a bloody pulp. Only after he had completely stopped breathing did Chen Fan finally stop.

This second-level martial artist, Brother Biao, had not possessed the slightest ability to resist.

He had been even easier to deal with than Pi Liu!