Lin Fan panted slightly. He had swung too hard just now and was a little tired.
With the spiked club resting on his shoulder, he looked all around but could not find the fellow anywhere. "Where on earth did he go? He managed to slip out of his shell like a cicada under such a dense barrage of attacks. He's got some skill. Even if I lost, it wouldn't be an unjust defeat."
Listening to Junior Brother Lin muttering to himself, everyone suddenly felt that something about the scene was off, though they could not say why.
Wasn't the man right there on his spiked club? How could he not see him?
Drip!
Just then, Lin Fan felt something land on his face. He touched it and looked-it was a drop of blood. Then he abruptly looked up and was instantly dumbfounded.
"Holy shit! How did this guy get up here?"
He was a little dazed. The evil cultivator Qing Mang was actually impaled on his spiked club.
Despair flickered in Qing Mang's lifeless eyes. He had never imagined he would meet such an end.
Eighth Level of Body Tempering.
Trash at merely the Eighth Level of Body Tempering had actually defeated him.
Could he be even worse than trash?
Lin Fan lowered the spiked club and gave it a fierce shake, flinging Qing Mang aside. Then he crowed, "See that? I told you not to bully my friends, but you wouldn't listen. Now you know what happens, don't you?"
Qing Mang was only at the Body Tempering Ninth Layer. With injuries this severe, how could he possibly hold on? Using the last of his strength, he glanced at Lin Fan. Finally, his eyes closed, and he promptly kicked the bucket.
Points +90.
Hearing the notification, Lin Fan could confirm that the fellow was dead.
Lin Fan glanced at him and shook his head helplessly. He just had to show off. Lin Fan had told him not to, but nobody ever wanted to listen.
Just then, he remembered his badly injured senior brothers and hurried over. "Senior Brother Lü, are you all right?"
"I'm fine, but Junior Brother, when did you become so strong?" Lü Qiming asked in astonishment. He could hardly believe his junior brother had reached such heights and could actually kill Qing Mang. His strength was truly terrifying.
Lin Fan grinned. "Senior Brother, I'm not bragging, but with trash like this, I could flip one hand and shock a whole bunch of them to death. Believe me?"
Lü Qiming's mouth fell open. He felt he could no longer keep up with his junior brother's rhythm.
This...
Seeing everyone's shocked gazes, Lin Fan could not help smiling smugly. Looks like my imposing presence has stunned them.
Sometimes, he really had to show a trick or two. Being looked down on felt awful.
"Junior Brother, hurry and take these pills to them." Lü Qiming took out the healing pills he had bought from the sect.
Though they could not completely heal their injuries, they could at least stabilize them.
"All right." Lin Fan distributed the pills one by one. As for Huang Fugui, he would get his last. Who told him not to show Lin Fan enough respect? He could cough up a little blood first.
Wang Ziyan and the others were already dumbfounded. When she saw that terrifying disciple walking toward them with the spiked club on his shoulder, she even felt a little afraid.
To her, that bloodstained spiked club was filled with killing intent.
The fellow they had looked down on was actually this terrifying. It was downright frightening.
When Lin Fan stood before Wang Ziyan, she felt an oppressive presence wash over her. This was a presence only the strong could possess.
At that moment, the way she looked at Lin Fan changed.
"Here." Lin Fan tossed her a pill.
Wang Ziyan nodded. "Thank you."
Wang Shufeng was the same. The fellow before him had shocked him. He had never expected him to be so strong.
To them, Qing Mang at the Body Tempering Ninth Layer was already terrifying, yet in this fellow's hands, he seemed to have had no power to fight back at all.
Especially that enormous spiked club. Anyone struck by it would probably be as dead as dead could be.
Qing Mang's corpse was still over there. At a glance, it was already mangled beyond recognition.
Gulp!
He swallowed, showing his awe.
Lin Fan was very satisfied with the way these fellows looked at him. These were the gazes a powerful man ought to enjoy.
Then he went over to Huang Fugui.
Huang Fugui had remained in shock, unable to recover for a long time. Lin Fan's ferocious figure had utterly won him over. Thinking back to that time at the sect, he wondered whether he would have been hammered to death if they had come to blows.
At that thought, he felt fortunate that he had held himself back that time. Otherwise, the consequences might have been unimaginable.
"Senior Brother Huang, are you all right?" Lin Fan wore a broad smile. He had to show a big shot sufficient attention. This man was the little prince of scrap-iron hoarding, after all, and Lin Fan still had his eye on that.
"I'm fine. Junior Brother Lin, you're really amazing," Huang Fugui said hurriedly.
"Hehe, just average." Lin Fan was modest, then headed toward Lü Qiming.
Suddenly!
A surge of killing intent struck from behind.
Lü Qiming, who was recovering, cried out in alarm, "Watch out..."
A cold glint shot through the air, even forming a sword gleam. Whoever had come was no ordinary foe.
But this sword was not aimed at Lin Fan. It was aimed at Huang Fugui.
Feeling that killing intent lock onto him, Huang Fugui turned deathly pale with fright. To him, the sword was so incredibly fast that there was no time to react.
He was done for.
Completely done for.
"Little sister, I might not get to see your wedding." Huang Fugui closed his eyes in despair.
Zhang Long and the others were frantic as well. They had never expected someone to launch a sneak attack, much less stoop so shamelessly as to target the gravely wounded Junior Brother Huang.
At that moment, Huang Fugui was already waiting for death to arrive.
Shlick!
Suddenly, Huang Fugui felt someone grab his shoulders. When he opened his eyes, he discovered that Junior Brother Lin, who had just left, was standing before him.
Then he lowered his head in disbelief and saw half a snow-white sword blade protruding through Junior Brother Lin's body, blood slowly flowing along it.
"Junior Brother Huang, are you all right?" Lin Fan asked slowly, his brows furrowed as though he were in great pain.
Having landed the sneak attack, the assailant instantly pulled back the sword and swiftly retreated.
Hearing Junior Brother Lin's words, Huang Fugui's heart gave a violent jolt. He had never expected Junior Brother Lin to take a sword for him and then ask whether he was all right. He felt as though the world had changed.
"Junior Brother Lin, why did you..." Huang Fugui asked in disbelief.
Lin Fan's face was slightly pale. "Senior Brother Huang, you have a family. Your little sister is still waiting for you to attend her wedding. How could you die here? I have no family or relatives. Nobody would miss me if I died."
At those words, Huang Fugui's expression changed drastically, and tears streamed down his face. His expression was grief-stricken, indignant, and sorrowful. "Junior Brother Lin, I..."
He choked up.
He was now filled with regret. Why hadn't he recognized Junior Brother Lin's character sooner? He had even resented Junior Brother Lin before. Thinking about it now, he had truly been despicable.
Lü Qiming and the others were also shouting in shock and fury.
Lin Fan stared sternly at the masked figure in the distance. Without hesitation, he picked up his spiked club and shouted, "Senior Brothers, don't worry! As long as I'm here, nobody can hurt you!"
Boo-hoo!
At that moment, looking at the figure that was thin and small yet stood before them like a towering mountain, Huang Fugui's tears burst forth like a flood, unstoppable.
Lin Fan muttered inwardly that the situation was a little bad. His opponent was probably stronger than Qing Mang. Taking that sword for Huang Fugui just now had also involved some special calculations.
Still, the results were good. A guaranteed profit with no losses.
Moreover, he noticed that the fellow's killing intent remained locked onto him. It seemed this fellow wanted to kill him.
Lin Fan swung his spiked club and roared, "Follow me if you've got the guts!" Then he ran deeper in, shouting as he went, "Senior Brothers, don't avenge me..."
Without a word, the masked man chased straight after Lin Fan.
"Junior Brother Lin..." everyone cried out, but there was nothing they could do.
Watching Junior Brother Lin spray blood with every step he ran, Huang Fugui lay prostrate on the ground, crying out with heart-rending sobs.
He had never imagined someone would take a sword for him.
And the reason was something he had never even considered.
He had misjudged Junior Brother Lin.