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Chapter 146 - 133 [The Higher You Jump, The Harder You Fall]

Chapter 146: Chapter 133 [The Higher You Jump, The Harder You Fall]

Though Lin Ao Feng completely lost his temper due to Su Hongyuan’s repeated provocations and humiliations, he retained a last shred of sanity.

That shred of sanity prevented him from using his power against Su Hongyuan, opting instead to use only his physical strength!

Using physical strength, he struck Ye Fan’s arm, which was full of power. The result was predictable, wasn’t it?

"Pfft—"

The right hand Lin Ao Feng had used to strike Ye Fan’s arm recoiled as if pricked by needles, his blood spurting out immediately.

Under the light, his right hand’s bones were completely shattered, and his flesh was a bloody mess, as if it had been blasted by explosives.

The intense pain was like a bucket of cold river water poured over Lin Ao Feng, extinguishing the rage in his heart and snapping him back to reality instantly.

Under the light, he stared with wide eyes, dumbfoundedly looking at Ye Fan’s emotionless face, standing as if petrified, unable to move.

By contrast, as an Innate Grandmaster, He Qingshu’s reaction times were much quicker than Lin Ao Feng’s—just as he was about to grab Chu Ji’s shoulder, he twisted his body like a Spirit Snake, trying to sweep past her.

He wanted to avoid Chu Ji!

—Too late!

As if sensing He Qingshu’s intentions, Chu Ji smirked and swung out her delicate white hand, grabbing He Qingshu’s neck as quickly as lightning.

Suddenly, He Qingshu was like a magician had cast an immobilization spell on him, frozen in mid-air, unable to move.

All this happened in the blink of an eye.

So quick that no one could anticipate it!

So quick that no one could see clearly!

By the time people came to their senses, Lin Ao Feng stood like a statue in front of Ye Fan, letting blood flow from his hand, while He Qingshu was suspended in mid-air by Chu Ji, looking like a little chick.

Perhaps knowing of Chu Ji’s unfathomable strength, or perhaps intimidated by her former reputation, He Qingshu in the air dared not make any reckless moves, instead looking at Chu Ji with a face full of terror.

At this moment, if he didn’t realize that he and Lin Ao Feng had fallen into a trap, then he wouldn’t even qualify to carry the shoes for The Ruler of the Nanqinghong, Lin Tianyi!

What... what’s going on?

Seeing this eerie scene, the Su Family’s business partners and the elites of Jiangnan society all widened their eyes in confusion.

Meanwhile, those from Nanqinghong who knew about Lin Ao Feng’s plans quickly guessed that both Lin Ao Feng and He Qingshu had been tricked, yet they dared not step forward.

Though there were Martial Artists among them, none were as powerful as Lin Ao Feng. Stepping forward to help would be like a mouse trying to steal milk from a cat—suicidal!

"Whew—"

At the same time, Su Hongyuan let out a long sigh of relief, subconsciously wiping the cold sweat from his forehead—just now, he had felt that death was only a step away!

"My shoulder is also something you can grab?"

As everyone’s attention turned toward them, Chu Ji spoke, her voice as cold as ever, feigning an angry expression.

"Uh..."

Faced with Chu Ji’s false accusation, He Qingshu subconsciously tried to open his mouth to explain something, but because Chu Ji was gripping his neck, he couldn’t utter a word, only making a sound akin to a duck’s quack.

"Crack—"

The quacking was immediately drowned out by a crisp snapping sound.

Under everyone’s gaze, Chu Ji’s seemingly frail and boneless delicate hand suddenly exerted force, instantly crushing He Qingshu’s Adam’s apple!

He Qingshu, the chief of the Eight Great Kings of Nanqinghong, didn’t even have a chance to scream before he died instantly!

Gulp!

The sound of bones breaking snapped Lin Ao Feng out of the shock brought on by this sudden change.

"Enjoying the fight?"

Seeing Lin Ao Feng come to his senses, Ye Fan, like Chu Ji, slowly spoke, reminding everyone that Lin Ao Feng had been the first to attack.

"You... you all..."

This moment, Lin Ao Feng looked as if he had been violated, his face full of anger. However, in his anger, he also realized that the best course of action was to quickly step aside.

That way, even if Ye Fan wanted to use ’self-defense’ as an excuse to kill him, he would have to weigh his options.

On one hand, he hadn’t injured Ye Fan, and furthermore, if he hadn’t injured Ye Fan and was fleeing, Ye Fan’s action of killing him would be seen as ’excessive defense,’ inevitably leading to punishment from the Yanhuang Organization.

Aspirations are plump, reality is stark.

"Whew—"

Just as Lin Ao Feng tried to dodge to the side and escape, Ye Fan took a quick step forward, transformed his hand into a blade, and slashed toward Lin Ao Feng’s head.

This blow, Ye Fan’s seemingly casual hand blade, was however employing the most basic yet most ferocious ’slash’ technique from the saber technique.

"Hiss—"

The hand blade was swung, emanating a sound like a venomous snake spitting, seemingly splitting the air itself.

Swoosh!

Faced with Ye Fan’s seemingly casual, yet ferocious hand blade, Lin Ao Feng’s face changed in fright, not daring to block it head-on, instead immediately dodging to the side.

Whoosh!

Ye Fan’s swift hand blade cut down, grazing Lin Ao Feng’s nose and creating a piercing blast of wind that not only caused a sharp pain on his face but also stung his eyes, forcing him to close them.

"Whew!"

With the blade missing its mark, Ye Fan did not pause. Taking advantage of the momentum, he reversed his hand and struck with another blade.

—Circular Slash!

This counter-hand blade, employing the Circular Slash’s power, was no less powerful than the previous slashing blade.

The sharp wind came again, giving Lin Ao Feng a suffocating sensation, and his internal energies were somewhat disordered. Finding it impossible to dodge again, he reluctantly used his uninjured left arm to protect his front.

Bang—

Crackle and pop!

In a flash of electricity and sparks, Ye Fan’s hand blade struck Lin Ao Feng’s arm. The force from both sides erupted instantly, canceling each other out, akin to two armies clashing fiercely on the battlefield.

Lin Ao Feng initially aimed to slap Su Hongyuan, but his strike landed on Ye Fan’s arm instead. His right hand was shattered by the force, his inner energy destabilized. Now continuously suppressed by Ye Fan, he rushed his defense, utilizing less than seventy percent of his power...

Originally, in terms of the power of force, Lin Ao Feng, barely a Postnatal Perfect Martial Artist, was far inferior to Ye Fan, let alone using only seventy percent.

"Crack—"

As the forces canceled each other out, the remaining power from Ye Fan’s hand blade surged into Lin Ao Feng’s arm, instantly breaking it, throwing his internal energies into complete disarray, and leaving him unable to mobilize his power for a short time.

Meanwhile, the momentum of Ye Fan’s hand blade did not diminish, like a phantom, it swept past the front of Lin Ao Feng’s neck. While it did not strike his neck, it left a bloody mark.

Click!

Lin Ao Feng’s heart skipped a beat, feeling as though he had just circled the entrance of the Yama Palace.

"Ye Fan, you..."

In his shock, Lin Ao Feng also realized the vast gap in strength between himself and Ye Fan, and fleeing was utterly unrealistic. He tried to use words to force Ye Fan to stop.

But just—

As he began to speak, he felt a chilly sensation between his legs.

Under the lights.

Ye Fan’s right leg suddenly sprang forward, his foot taut, turning into a phantom aiming straight for between Lin Ao Feng’s legs.

"Pop—"

A dull sound echoed. Ye Fan’s foot struck precisely Lin Ao Feng’s ’third leg’, the force erupting, sending Lin Ao Feng upward like he was on a clay rocket.

"Aow!!"

Excruciating pain instantly spread throughout Lin Ao Feng’s body as he shot into the air, his legs uncontrollably clamping together, issuing a horrifying scream.

Everything changed so swiftly, so quickly that aside from Chu Ji, everyone felt as though they were in a dream, and only when they heard Lin Ao Feng’s scream did they snap back to reality, instinctively looking up.

"Uh..."

Seeing Lin Ao Feng shoot up like a ’sky-climbing monkey,’ blood-stained between his legs, everyone, including the hoodlums from Nanqinghong, was left dumbfounded, statuesque, and immobile.

Shortly after.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Lin Ao Feng ascended about ten meters into the air before, under the force of gravity, beginning to plummet rapidly.

The cold wind whistled by his ears, images flickered before his eyes. Lin Ao Feng’s heart raced, feeling as if it was about to leap out of his throat.

He tried to use his consciousness to control the force flowing into his legs to offset the gravity pulling him down, but since his ’third leg’ had been shattered, his internal energies had already leaked out, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t mobilize any force.

"No... don’t want!"

Finding himself unable to gather any force, Lin Ao Feng felt as if he was plunging into Hell’s Abyss, screaming in utter terror.

That voice, filled with despair!

"Bang—"

In his despair, Lin Ao Feng’s body slammed heavily onto the ground. Though his body hit the ground first, the height was so significant that the rebound shattered his internal organs and broke his bones all over.

"Pfft... pfft..."

On the ground, Lin Ao Feng kept spitting blood, yet his eyes were fixed on Ye Fan, filled with endless hatred, as if to say: Even as a ghost, I won’t let you go!

Seeing Lin Ao Feng in such a gruesome state, whether it were the Su family’s partners, the elite of Jiangnan, or the hoodlums from Nanqinghong, a chill ran down everyone’s spine.

So did Su Hongyuan!

However—

While feeling a chill, he was also relieved to have sided with Ye Fan at the last moment. Otherwise, he couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t have died as miserably as Lin Ao Feng!

Relieved, Su Hongyuan had a thought, then, suppressing the terror in his heart, he stepped forward and said, "Lin Ao Feng, you overestimated your abilities trying to strike at Mr. Ye, you truly deserved death!"

"Pfft—"

Stunned by Su Hongyuan’s words, Lin Ao Feng as if greatly shocked, suddenly sat up, spewed a mouthful of blood mist, then slowly... slowly moved his head, his eyes red-rimmed staring at Su Hongyuan.

At that moment.

His gaze did not carry anger or hatred, just bewilderment!

He really wanted to know what Chu Ji had told Su Hongyuan, making him dare to take the risk of facing Nanqinghong’s wrath to join hands with Ye Fan and bury him!

No answer came.

"Bang—"

Lin Ao Feng’s head tilted, he collapsed weakly onto the ground, dead!

Under the light, his eyes were wide open, seemingly asking: What exactly did Chu Ji say?

What exactly??

The higher you jump, the harder you fall!

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