"You can rest assured that we'll handle things."
The two walked towards Jiang Fan while talking.
A major battle is imminent.
Two Third Rank Martial Artist were fighting against one Second-Rank Martial Artist. The situation should have been one-sided, but unexpectedly, it turned in Jiang Fan's favor.
"Too slow! Are you two slowing things down for me?"
Jiang Fan wielded his broadsword without reservation. The two men were so struck by the fierce force of the blade that their hands went numb, cracked, and bled profusely, causing them to stagger backward.
how so?
No one expected this to happen!
Li Zhichao's mouth gaped open. He knew Jiang Fan was powerful and had witnessed it firsthand, but he had no idea that the other party was so fierce.
Those are a Middle-Stage Third Rank Martial Artist and a Early-Stage Third Rank Martial Artist!
"You two pieces of trash! Kill him! Kill him!"
Li Zhichao panicked and started yelling.
Even amidst the battle, Jiang Fan managed to spare a glance at Li Zhichao.
"Stop barking. After I take care of those two, you'll be next."
Li Zhichao's face drained of color, and seeing the fear in the faces of the thugs he had brought, he hurriedly shouted.
"Useless! You're all useless! If you don't kill Jiang Fan today, I'll have my father kick you out of the family!"
Hearing this, the two, who had initially intended to back down, had no choice but to bite the bullet and use all their skills.
"Damn it, let's fight him! I refuse to believe that the two of us can't beat him!"
"It's still too slow."
Jiang Fan's words were full of sarcasm as he spoke to the two men who were fighting desperately, which enraged them.
No matter how hard they tried, Jiang Fan always managed to gain the upper hand.
"That's enough, you can all die now."
Jiang Fan had lost his patience. He reversed his grip on the knife, and as the blade swept across, it drew a trail of blood.
One of them, clutching his bleeding neck, fell backward with a dazed expression, crashing heavily to the ground.
The air seemed to freeze at that moment, and both the remaining Martial Artist and Li Zhichao were deeply shocked by the scene.
A few seconds later, Jiang Fan coldly raised his eyes, his sharp gaze fixed on the remaining Martial Artist.
It's time to send you on your way.
Meeting that gaze, which was like that of the Grim Reaper, the remaining Martial Artist felt as if one of his feet had already sunk into the abyss of hell, and the threat of death quickly swept over his entire body.
No, he doesn't want to die!
Even if he were kicked out of the Li Family, he didn't want to die!
Thump!
He knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly and begging for mercy.
Jiang Fan had already killed a Middle-Stage Third Rank Martial Artist was a minor realm above him; if he continued to fight Jiang Fan to the death, it would undoubtedly be suicide.
"I was just doing a job for the young master. This whole thing has nothing to do with me. Please, please spare me! I'll do anything you want if you're willing to spare me! Please, please!"
This scene infuriated Li Zhichao so much that he wanted to rush over and kill the person.
"Damn it! Not only is he useless, he's a coward! How could our Li Family have raised such a disgraceful wretch like you!"
The remaining Early-Stage Third Rank Martial Artist didn't care how Li Zhichao insulted them; their lives were more important, so they continued to kowtow and beg for mercy from Jiang Fan.
A sly glint appeared in Jiang Fan's eyes, and a slight smile played on his lips as he sheathed his alloy broadsword.
"You can leave now."
The Early-Stage Third Rank Martial Artist was taken aback, not expecting Jiang Fan to actually spare his life.
"You... you really want to let me go?"
"Just as you said, you're nothing more than a thug. The one who started this whole thing is Li Zhichao. I've always been a person who can distinguish right from wrong, and I'm not a bloodthirsty ruthless person."
Jiang Fan spoke with righteous indignation, giving people a very noble and righteous feeling.
The Early-Stage Third Rank Martial Artist felt both ashamed and deeply grateful.
" Jiang Fan, you're a truly good person! Thank you! I'll definitely repay you when I have the chance in the future."
[Ding! Congratulations, Master! You have spared the enemy's life with tolerance and compassion, performing a good deed. Points +20]
Upon hearing the system notification, Jiang Fan's lips curled into a smile again.
Points have been credited to your account.
"You should leave now," Jiang Fan waved his hand.
"Okay, okay."
The Early-Stage Third Rank Martial Artist quickly scrambled to his feet, looking as if he had just escaped a disaster.
Before he could run a few steps, Jiang Fan swung his sword again, and in the blink of an eye, sheathed it.
The Early-Stage Third Rank Martial Artist kept opening and closing his mouth, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't utter a sound because his neck was severed.
With his last ounce of strength, he slowly turned around and looked at Jiang Fan, who had his back to him, his eyes filled with confusion.
Didn't we say we'd let him off the hook?
Didn't you say you weren't some bloodthirsty ruthless person?
So it was all a lie!
With these questions in mind, the Early-Stage Third Rank Martial Artist collapsed to the ground.
Jiang Fan scoffed, "You've been acting as someone else's lackey, kidnapping innocent women. You must have done plenty of despicable things like murder and arson in the past. How can you be so naive? You actually believed me when I said I'd let you go?"
Upon hearing this, the Early-Stage Third Rank Martial Artist's eyes widened like copper bells, and he kicked his legs, passing out from anger.
Meeting those resentful, unseeing eyes, Jiang Fan felt no psychological burden, and his own eyes remained completely calm.
Huh?
Suddenly, Jiang Fan remembered something.
He remembered something the Crazy Old Man had mentioned: the Holy Lord of the Church of Justice in the past, just like him today, deliberately let people go and then killed them.
To be honest, he wasn't deliberately imitating; it just so happened that the idea of earning points came to him at that moment.
He had suspected back then whether the Holy Lord also had a system, and now he increasingly felt that his intuition might be true.
Just as Jiang Fan was pondering to himself, he caught a glimpse of Li Zhichao was tucked between his legs and preparing to slip away.
Without hesitation, he turned swiftly, held the knife horizontally in front of Li Zhichao, and with a twist of the blade, aimed the edge at Li's neck.
Li Zhichao was so frightened that his legs trembled like leaves, and his pants became soaked.
He saw clearly how those two died; Jiang Fan slit their throats with a single stroke, killing them instantly.
"Jiang, Jiang Fan, you—you mustn't do anything rash. Actually, when you think about it, we—we don't have any deep-seated hatred for each other, do we? It was just a little argument at the beginning."
"That's right, from the very beginning, I only ever considered you a fart."
Jiang Fan's words were extremely insulting, but Li Zhichao was only focused on surviving, didn't care about such things anymore and even felt a sense of joy.
As long as Jiang Fan is willing to spare his life, what does this verbal insult matter?
But Jiang Fan's next words plunged him into hell.
"But you kidnapped my sister and were going to do that kind of thing to her, then you deserve to be torn to pieces!"
Feeling the overwhelming killing intent, Li Zhichao trembled with fear, his legs shook even more violently, and his pants were soaked with sweat.
"You can't kill me! You can't kill me! I'm a direct descendant of the Li Family, and my grandfather is Early-Stage Sixth Rank Martial Artist. If you kill me, my grandfather will definitely kill your entire family to avenge you!"
Jiang Fan's cold eyes narrowed into needles.
Are you threatening me?