Ye Qizhen "..."
Ugh... that hurts...
"Let's go." Wei Cangyue stood up.
Ye Qizhen was taken aback. "Where to?"
Wei Cangyue analyzed, "According to what you just said, the master's disciple is excellent in both close combat and ranged attacks, and has a wealth of combat experience. So it's impossible that he has already been defeated; rather, he is being chased by that Late-Stage First Rank Martial Artist. In your opinion, facing such a dangerous situation, who would he turn to for help?"
"It's Master Li!" Ye Qizhen exclaimed in sudden realization.
"That's right, so all we need to do is head towards the cemetery."
The scene changes.
The Late-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist was panting heavily. He had been chasing for five minutes, but he still hadn't caught up with the kid whose strength was only at the Late-Stage Martial Apprentice. This made him extremely annoyed.
"Stop right there!"
Jiang Fan ignored him and kept running.
Five more minutes passed.
Faced with such high-intensity exercise, C-32 felt that his legs no longer belonged to him.
How can this kid run so fast? Did he get chased and killed in his past life, which is why he's so fast in this life?
"Huff! Huff!" C-32 was panting heavily, the intense breathing causing pain in his lungs.
However, no matter how fast he sped up, he couldn't close the gap with Jiang Fan, who was running ahead, even by a fraction; instead, the distance between them grew further and further.
He said that if this got out, he wouldn't be able to stay in the church anymore.
Jiang Fan sensed the footsteps behind him growing farther and farther away. He turned around and saw that the distance between them had indeed increased.
"Is it that useless?"
These words seemed to be spoken to oneself, but the volume wasn't too low, so C-32 heard them clearly.
How dare they humiliate him!
"Aaaaah!" C-32 erupted in unprecedented rage, and the qi and blood surrounding his body reached a critical point.
In just a moment, his speed exploded to its limit.
In less than ten seconds, he had closed a considerable distance with Jiang Fan.
At this moment, the two were only seven or eight steps apart and about to catch up.
"Haha! Kid, once I catch you, you're dead!"
As soon as C-32 finished speaking, Jiang Fan suddenly accelerated, his legs moving like Wind Fire Wheels, and with a "whoosh," he once again distanced himself from him, leaving behind a trail of dust.
"Cough cough cough!" C-32 choked, his mouth and nose filled with dust, and his tongue was covered in dust.
When he recovered, he found that Jiang Fan had left him far behind again.
"Ahhh--" C-32 was going crazy, burning his life essence and chasing relentlessly to the very end.
Soon, C-32 arrived behind Jiang Fan.
"Now let's see where you run! Today I'm going to grind you to dust!" With that, he bared his teeth and reached out to grab Jiang Fan's clothes.
Just as her fingertips were about to touch Jiang Fan's clothes, she suddenly grasped at empty air.
Looking up, they saw Jiang Fan accelerate again, his legs crossed and pushing off the ground, making it look like he had eighteen legs.
This kid hadn't been running at full speed from the beginning; he was just deliberately messing with him.
"You've completely enraged me! Today I'm going to fight you to the death!"
He refused to believe it; this kid must have used a secret technique similar to burning his life essence to forcibly increase his speed several times over.
Logically speaking, the more effective this kind of secret method is (killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of your own), the more obvious its negative drawbacks will be.
Therefore, in his view, that kid's smugness was only temporary. Once this effect wore off, he would be like a lump of mud, unable to move, and then he would be free to kill or torture him as he pleased.
However, ten minutes passed.
Twenty minutes have passed.
Half an hour passed.
The speed of the person in front did not decrease at all; in fact, C-32 even noticed that the other person didn't seem to be breathing much.
He, meanwhile, was panting heavily, like a dog sweltering in the sweltering heat of midsummer.
Is this kid even human?
By the way, aren't you Spirit Master?
With your running ability, do you even deserve to be Spirit Master?
C-32, who was running behind, cursed incessantly, while Jiang Fan, who was running ahead, finally saw the gate of the cemetery.
Without further delay, he quickly shouted.
" Crazy Old Man! Someone's trying to kill your apprentice!"
Upon hearing this sudden shout, alarm bells rang in C-32's heart.
Crazy Old Man? Who?
Before he could figure it out, he felt an overwhelming and oppressive force sweeping over him.
The next second, he was pressed down to the ground by this invisible and terrifying force, completely unable to move.
What terrifying pressure! It sent chills down one's spine, making one feel the approach of death.
This power felt even more terrifying than when facing the Dharma Protectors.
When did such a formidable figure appear in Ancheng?
When Wei Cangyue and Ye Qizhen arrived, they witnessed this scene.
The Crazy Old Man walked out of the management office and gave Jiang Fan a disgruntled look.
"Calling me Crazy Old Man? That's disrespectful! You should call me Master."
"You forced me to become your apprentice from the very beginning; it wasn't my choice," Jiang Fan said.
Upon hearing this, Ye Qizhen and Wei Cangyue looked at each other as if they had heard some incredible, earth-shattering news.
Good heavens! What did they hear? It wasn't that the other party was begging the Crazy Old Man to take them as disciples, but that the other party was unwilling, yet the Crazy Old Man forcibly took them as disciples.
If the bigwigs at Fortress No. 1 heard about this, they'd all be absolutely stunned.
Even after Jiang Fan said that, the Crazy Old Man didn't seem angry at all.
"Very good, that's the same temper I had back then. When my master accepted me as his disciple, I was unwilling and always called him an old geezer, until—"
At this point, the Crazy Old Man frowned, his brows now tinged with the gray of twilight, took a sip of his drink, and changed the subject, saying instead, "I hope I never have the chance to hear you call me 'Master' in this lifetime."
From the Crazy Old Man's strange words, Jiang Fan vaguely sensed a "I have wine, you have a story" feeling.
Ye Qizhen came to Jiang Fan's side. "Thank you for saving me. Otherwise, I would definitely be doomed. By the way, what's your name? Let's exchange contact information?"
"I have no name, and no cell phone," Jiang Fan replied.
Before Ye Qizhen could finish her question, Jiang Fan's voice rang out first.
"There is no home address either."
Ye Qizhen "..."
This was the harshest rejection he had ever seen.
Wei Cangyue also came to Jiang Fan's side, his eyes fixed on Jiang Fan as if they were X-rays.
"You are the teacher's disciple, and I am the teacher's student. We are all on the same side, so don't hide yourself so tightly. Come, let me see what you really look like."
Before he could finish speaking, Wei Cangyue's hand was already in front of Jiang Fan.
Even if Jiang Fan reacted quickly, his reaction to a Fifth Rank expert was like child's play.