"With this kind of force, it was most likely a Martial Artist."
At those words, panic appeared on everyone else's faces.
"Could-could it be that Second Rank instructor from Ancheng No. 9 Middle School?"
Bing 78 shook his head and said with certainty, "Probably not. If my judgment is correct, this person is weaker than me."
"Move these children somewhere else first. I'll go out and take a look."
With that, Bing 78 rushed out of the villa without wasting half a second, looking around to survey the surroundings.
Jiang Fan slowed his breathing as much as possible, concealing himself in the darkness.
At the same time, he heard a system notification.
[Ding! Congratulations, Master! You killed a criminal and performed a good deed. Points +30]
Jiang Fan was in no mood to secretly rejoice and continued to slow his breathing.
Suddenly, his phone rang. Tang Fugui was calling.
How? I clearly put it on silent. Did I accidentally touch it just now?
"Over there!" Following the sound, Bing 78 charged straight toward him.
His position exposed, Jiang Fan stopped hiding and fled at full speed.
But the gap in their strength was far too great. Before long, Bing 78 intercepted Jiang Fan.
Surprise appeared on Bing 78's face as he looked at the boy's youthful features.
"Were you the one who attacked just now?"
"If I say no, will you spare me?"
Even in danger, Jiang Fan remained calm throughout.
He knew very well that the more he panicked at a time like this, the faster he would die.
Bing 78 narrowed his eyes slightly, icy killing intent gleaming in their depths.
"That's right. Whether it was you or not, you're going to die!"
The next second, Bing 78 charged forward as swiftly as the wind and lightning.
His fist, brimming with dense qi and blood, hurtled toward Jiang Fan's face like a heavy meteor hammer.
His opponent was too fast for Jiang Fan to react at all. He could only cross his arms in front of his vulnerable jaw.
With a bang, Jiang Fan was blasted backward by the punch as though a bulldozer had forcibly shoved him away. He slid back a full dozen meters or more before stopping.
The bones in both his arms felt cracked, all his internal organs were trembling, and a bloody sweetness kept churning in his throat.
Had he not swiftly mobilized his Psychic Power the instant that fist struck, covering his entire body like an invisible protective film, his mere Early-Stage Martial Apprentice strength would likely have left his internal organs shattered by that single punch, killing him as blood poured from all seven orifices.
With no time to check his condition, Jiang Fan knew he was nowhere near a match for his opponent, so he retreated several more steps to put some distance between them.
He analyzed the current situation inwardly. There was no way he could escape a Mid-Stage First Rank Martial Artist. His only chance of escaping death now was to conceal the fact that he was a Spirit Master and catch his opponent off guard!
"You actually survived?" Bing 78 stared at Jiang Fan in surprise.
From their exchange just now, he had determined Jiang Fan's strength.
An Early-Stage Martial Apprentice, with very low qi and blood at that.
With such weakling strength, the boy should have had no chance of surviving his punch.
Also, what puzzled him was the strange fluctuation he had faintly sensed the instant they clashed.
Just then, a companion's voice came through Bing 78's Bluetooth earpiece. "Bing 78! Where are you? We're in trouble! Over a dozen Police Bureau vehicles have surrounded us. Ding 3 ran off with two little girls. The rest of us are still in the villa-aaaah-"
Before he could finish, piercing screams suddenly erupted.
"Fuck! Just my luck!" Bing 78 ripped off his earpiece and threw it to the ground, then looked coldly at Jiang Fan.
"Were you the one who contacted the Police Bureau?"
Hearing Bing 78's words, Jiang Fan inwardly breathed a small sigh of relief.
It seemed the Police Bureau had arrived. Guoguo and the others were safe now.
Bing 78 noticed the change in Jiang Fan's expression. "So you were the brat who called the police. You must die today."
The next second, Bing 78 drew the large saber strapped to his back. Moonlight spilled over its icy edge, which gave off a chilling gleam.
Jiang Fan's pupils abruptly contracted. He recognized that his opponent's saber was actually made of F-grade alloy!
Bing 78 held nothing back now, unleashing his full strength. As he arrived, so did his blade!
Without thinking, Jiang Fan removed a weight ring from his ankle and held it in front of himself.
Only F-grade alloy could stand against F-grade alloy. Right now, Jiang Fan was immensely grateful for the F-grade alloy weight rings Crazy Old Man had given him two days earlier.
Otherwise, this slash would surely have cut him in two.
Screeech- The alloys scraped against each other with a harsh, grating sound.
Bing 78 had never imagined that the boy before him would also possess F-grade alloy.
"Die!"
Bing 78 raised his foot and kicked Jiang Fan square in the stomach.
Jiang Fan was instantly sent flying backward at high speed as though struck by a speeding train, crashing into a streetlight pole.
Boom! The streetlight pole toppled at the impact.
Jiang Fan spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was ashen, his pupils unfocused, and his head rang.
"Still not dead?" Bing 78 frowned and stepped closer.
Through his haze, Jiang Fan sensed danger descending once again.
He immediately took out the Body Restoration Pill he had obtained during the day and swallowed it.
As the pill slid into his stomach, Jiang Fan clearly felt his internal organs, which had been on the verge of shattering, begin to recover at an unbelievable speed.
"Hmm? A Body Restoration Pill? You've even got something that good, brat. What a waste. You ate it."
Thinking Jiang Fan might have more on him, Bing 78 wasted no more time and prepared to kill him immediately and seize his pills.
But Jiang Fan, who had already recovered thirty to forty percent by now, abruptly raised his head, a sharp, cold gleam flashing in his eyes. He then hurled the F-grade alloy weight ring in his hand straight at Bing 78's face.
Faced with Jiang Fan's attack, Bing 78 merely tilted his head slightly, letting the F-grade alloy weight ring fly past his ear.
His entire response looked like child's play, showing just how little regard Bing 78 had for Jiang Fan.
Yet the F-grade alloy weight ring flew back like a boomerang with a series of whooshes, heading straight for the back of Bing 78's head.
Bing 78 was suddenly startled. He hastily turned and raised his saber in front of himself, just managing to block the incoming F-grade alloy weight ring.
He turned back around, looked at Jiang Fan, and said, "You've got a few tricks, brat. Unfortunately-"
Squelch! It was the sound of an F-grade alloy weight ring driving into the left side of his chest.
Bing 78's unfinished words came to an abrupt halt.
Then he saw Jiang Fan slowly rise from the ground, a chilling gleam spilling from his eyes.
At this point, the F-grade alloy weight ring had not yet fully embedded itself in Bing 78's body. It was not enough to kill him yet.
This was partly because the weight ring had no sharp point, and partly because his opponent was a Mid-Stage First Rank Martial Artist whose body was as hard as iron.
Jiang Fan's gaze sharpened again, the depths of his eyes as fathomless as black holes, as he continued controlling the F-grade alloy weight ring, driving it into Bing 78's body bit by bit.
Bing 78's pupils dilated to their limit and trembled incessantly.
"Sp... Spirit... Mas..."