Lin Fan carried the wolf-fang club on his shoulder, his head held high and chest thrust out. His imposing presence was extraordinary, giving off a sense that he was number one under heaven.
"How do you spell death? Let me tell you, that word has never existed. I'm giving you one chance now. Kneel down and call me Daddy, and I'll leave your corpse intact," Lin Fan taunted.
Wang Ziyan edged toward Wang Shufeng, terror showing on her face. "This man must be mad. Qing Mang is already a powerhouse at the body tempering ninth layer. His strength is incomparably formidable. He probably doesn't even know what that means."
Wang Shufeng had long since despaired. He had never expected Qing Mang's strength to have reached such heights. Had he known earlier, he would never have sought his own death.
But anything he said now was already too late.
Lü Qiming clenched his teeth, their snowy whiteness long since stained red with blood. His eyes glared furiously at Qing Mang as he roared, "Qing Mang, fight us if you've got the guts..."
Qing Mang laughed heartily. "What deep bonds you share. But don't worry. I'll reunite you very soon."
He paid no regard whatsoever to the fellow before him. In his eyes, this was merely trash at the eighth level of body tempering, someone he could suppress with a flip of his hand.
Lin Fan was analyzing the situation too. With so many people around, he certainly couldn't lose face. His opponent's combat power was nine, while his was eight. But adding his intelligence and explosive power into the mix, beating his opponent to pieces wouldn't be all that difficult.
Just then, Lin Fan's eyes suddenly froze, staring fixedly behind Qing Mang.
Qing Mang noticed the sudden change in his gaze. Those formerly playful eyes had actually become incomparably grave, making his own heart tighten. Could something have happened?
"Holy shit! There's a naked woman spreading her legs over there!" Lin Fan suddenly cried out, his face filled with disbelief. His expression really was true to life.
According to the theories of his previous life, a naked woman held a seventy-percent attraction for men. But with some enticing wording added, the likelihood of them turning their heads could reach a hundred percent.
"A naked woman?" Qing Mang froze and abruptly looked back, but there was nothing there. Suddenly, he sensed danger.
"Fuck, you pervert! Die!" Seizing the opportunity, Lin Fan swung his wolf-fang club at Qing Mang.
Violent Wolf-Fang Club was already at the eighth layer, and its power was no joke. One swing could make even the air explode.
"You bastard!" Qing Mang roared in fury. He hadn't expected this fellow to be so despicable. He moved, retreating sharply, but suddenly his cheek burned with pain. Liquid trickled down. It was blood.
Bang!
The wolf-fang club slammed into the ground, its tremendous destructive force smashing a deep crater into it.
Lin Fan looked at Qing Mang with a sleazy chuckle. "Next time, I'll definitely smash you into a meat patty."
Drawing blood right at the start meant he already had half the victory in the bag.
Lü Qiming and the others widened their eyes in disbelief. They hadn't expected Junior Brother Lin to be so strong. That last move had looked utterly ordinary, but its power was terrifying.
"So strong. Junior Brother Lin is actually this strong," Zhang Long said in astonishment. Had he not seen it with his own eyes, how could he have believed it?
Qing Mang touched his cheek, looked at the blood on his fingers, and roared savagely, "Damn you! I want you dead!"
A seething, corrosive presence shrouded his palms. His entire demeanor turned sinister as he lunged at Lin Fan.
"Heh, you want me dead? Let's see if you have what it takes. Watch me crack your skull!" Lin Fan bellowed, wielding his wolf-fang club with wind-raising, water-churning vigor before smashing it straight at Qing Mang. "Watch your head!"
Lü Qiming was extremely nervous. "Junior Brother Lin is still too careless. When experts exchange blows, how can he tell his opponent where he's going to atta-"
Just as he was about to finish, the final word caught in his throat.
What had he seen?
He had actually seen Junior Brother Lin swing, his opponent raise both hands to block, and Junior Brother Lin follow with a divine dragon's tail sweep, planting a kick squarely in his opponent's crotch. His movements flowed like drifting clouds and running water, without the slightest pause, as though he had practiced this move for years.
"Aah!"
Qing Mang's face alternated between green and white. He retreated sharply, clamping his legs together, his expression terrifyingly dark. He stared fixedly at Lin Fan. "Damn you! Despicable and shameless! How dare you do this to me!"
Lin Fan took a deep breath and shook his head helplessly. "With combat awareness like yours, it's a miracle you've lived this long. But don't think this will end so easily. Take another move!"
Yin Xiaotian watched, dumbfounded. He hadn't expected Junior Brother Lin to actually hold the advantage against this fellow. To them, that was simply impossible.
Still, they were finding it a little hard to watch. Junior Brother Lin's moves were far too underhanded-so underhanded that they were somewhat frightening.
But just then, Lin Fan noticed Qing Mang keeping his legs pressed together, his forehead drenched in sweat. Clearly, that kick had left him in unbearable pain.
So he stopped. Seeing his opponent stop, Qing Mang grew wary too. He didn't know what the other man intended to do now.
Lin Fan lowered his wolf-fang club and looked at Qing Mang with a righteous expression. "I, Lin Fan, never take advantage of someone in distress. You seem to be in a lot of pain. I'll let you recover a little. I won't move."
"Junior Brother Lin, you mustn't!" Zhang Long grew anxious at the sight. "You must never show mercy against an evil cultivator like this. You have to kill him!"
Lin Fan waved his hand and declared with righteous conviction, "Senior Brother Zhang, say no more. My mind is made up. Qing Mang, I see you're a real man. I'll let you recover for a moment."
Qing Mang said nothing, merely watching Lin Fan warily. He wouldn't believe his opponent would let him recover, but as time passed, he suddenly realized that this fellow really seemed not to have moved.
Zhang Long and the others were sweating with anxiety. They had no idea what Lin Fan was thinking. How could he let such a good opportunity slip by?
At this point, Qing Mang could no longer bear it. He covered his crotch with both hands, his expression becoming extremely strange as he kept trying to ease the pain.
He hadn't expected this fellow to be so stupid as to actually give him time to recover. He sneered repeatedly to himself, but suddenly realized something was wrong and roared in fury.
"How can you be so fucking despicable?" He hadn't expected this fellow to charge straight at him while he was easing the pain.
"Against an evil fiend like you, I, Lin Fan, never act honorably. Killing you is the only way to save the people. Die!"
"Wolf-Fang Big Bang!"
Lin Fan roared, his arms suddenly swelling as his swings instantly accelerated. Even the air erupted with thunderous booms.
"Damn you!" Qing Mang roared. His arms instantly hardened, meeting the wolf-fang club head-on.
Bang!
Qing Mang's expression changed, his face instantly flushing with blood.
"Holy shit!" Lin Fan froze. "You can actually hold on? I refuse to believe this!"
Lin Fan swung the wolf-fang club with one hand, hammering it down again and again.
The tremendous force drove Qing Mang straight onto one knee. He hadn't expected this trash to possess such immense strength. The instant they had made contact, he had felt a force beyond the eighth level of body tempering crashing into him.
His arms, strengthened by Qi and blood, actually began to tingle and go numb, swelling up as well.
"I think you must be mentally deficient. You're actually using flesh and blood to clash head-on with my wolf-fang club. You're asking to die." As he spoke, Lin Fan hammered down blow after blow.
Qing Mang was already cursing inwardly. You fucking attack so underhandedly, giving me no chance to react! If I don't block with my hands, what else can I use?
Bang!
Bang!
Everyone present watched in a daze.
Zhang Long was utterly dumbstruck. What was going on? Qing Mang was actually being beaten down by Junior Brother Lin.
Lin Fan swung his wolf-fang club, hammering away with immense satisfaction, while Qing Mang kept his arms raised to block. The blows had already left him somewhat dazed. His arms were covered in blood. He hadn't expected to find himself in such danger.
He had absolutely no room to strike back.
"Am I strong? I'm asking you, is Lin Fan strong or not?" Lin Fan was already addicted to hammering away, the satisfaction inside him nearly bursting at the seams.
Violent Wolf-Fang Club's eighth layer erupted at tremendous speed. In everyone's eyes, the wolf-fang club was nothing but an afterimage.
As he kept smashing away, Lin Fan realized something was wrong.
"Holy shit! Where is he..." Lin Fan rested his wolf-fang club on his shoulder and looked left and right, but saw no sign of him. Then he turned to the others. "Senior brothers, where did that fellow go?"
Gulp!
Everyone swallowed.
Lü Qiming raised his hand in shock, stammering, "J-Junior Brother, he's right there with you."
"There?" Lin Fan looked around. "Where?"
To everyone watching, this was just too fucking brutal.
By now, the wolf-fang club had already smashed straight through Qing Mang, leaving him hanging from it. He seemed to have only a single breath left.