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Chapter 170 - 151: You Won’t Die If You Don’t Seek Death

Chapter 170: Chapter 151: You Won’t Die If You Don’t Seek Death

"Zhang Jianren, what do you want to do?"

As Zhang Jianren’s words came from behind, Situ Ruoshui’s smile stiffened on her face, and she subconsciously turned around, positioning herself in front of Ye Fan, glaring at Zhang Jianren with fury.

"Situ Ruoshui, you should let your country bumpkin friend take a piss and use it as a mirror to see what he really is! Look at him, what part of him is worthy of you?"

Zhang Jianren completely ignored the anger on Situ Ruoshui’s face, instead he stared at Ye Fan with a cold smirk, venomously saying, "If you ask me, he doesn’t even qualify to lick Brother Wen’s shoes!"

"You..."

Seeing Zhang Jianren insult the War God she admired so much, Situ Ruoshui’s petite face turned pale, and she instinctively wanted to confront Zhang Jianren.

"Ruoshui, stand back."

Just—

Before she could put her thoughts into action, a voice rang in her ear.

The voice was not loud, yet unquestionable!

As soon as the voice fell, that towering figure in her heart suddenly flashed past her side, standing in front of her like a mountain, just like that time at the West Lake Club.

Looking at that lonely figure, the anger in Situ Ruoshui’s heart gradually subsided, replaced by the ultimate sense of security that every girl longs for.

This sense of security was so reliable that it made her feel, even if the sky were to fall, she would be alright!

"Hey, country bumpkin, feeling brave enough to play the hero in front of the beauty?"

Seeing Ye Fan’s action, Zhang Jianren, as if watching a monkey perform, looked at him with eyes full of sarcasm and disdain, his words were exceedingly arrogant, "I can give you two choices. First, kneel and kowtow until Brother Wen is satisfied, then strip and run around the university naked for ten laps, and finally pack up and roll out of Dong University. Second, you can roll out of Dong University flat on your back, unable to care for yourself for the rest of your life."

That’s too bullying!

Hearing Zhang Jianren’s arrogant words, whether it was the participants of the performance or the students around Ye Fan waiting to pick someone up, the same thought emerged in everyone’s minds, some felt indignant for Ye Fan.

However—

Due to the notorious reputation of Zhang Jianren and his cronies, they just thought about it in their hearts, not daring to stand up for Ye Fan.

Contrary to them, with the arrogant and haughty words of Zhang Jianren out, she revealed a face full of playful malice.

In her view, Zhang Jianren was pulling the tiger’s whiskers — courting death!

Courting death, huh?

"What if I choose neither?"

As if to respond to Su Liuli’s thoughts, Ye Fan squinted his eyes and slowly spoke.

Hmm?

Perhaps never in his wildest dreams did Zhang Jianren expect Ye Fan to speak to him like this; he was first stunned, then so furious he almost fainted— in Dong University, which wimpy student dared to talk back to him like this?

"Brother Zhang, don’t waste words with this idiot, just finish him!"

"Exactly, I think he won’t cry until he sees the coffin!"

"Brother Zhang, let me do it!"

Just as Zhang Jianren was infuriated by Ye Fan, the three young men beside him glared at Ye Fan furiously, feeling as if only awaiting Zhang Jianren’s command to make Ye Fan kneel and beg for mercy.

"Country bumpkin, you’re the first person from Dong University to dare talk to us like this!"

Zhang Jianren spoke again, as if a judge pronouncing a verdict, "You’ve already lost the right to choose. Tonight, even if the King of Heaven himself comes, you’ll have to leave lying down!"

"Kneel down!"

This time, before Zhang Jianren could finish speaking, a low shout suddenly came from Ye Fan’s mouth.

Click!

In an instant, with Zhang Jianren and his lackeys leading, their eardrums vibrated, and their hearts shook violently, their expressions stupefied.

Afterward, like devout believers receiving divine commands, they dazedly bent their knees.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The dull sounds echoed, and under the gaze of everyone, Zhang Jianren and his three men’s knees slammed harshly onto the ground, all knelt down in front of Ye Fan.

Just like grandsons in front of their grandfather, they knelt down extremely crisply!

"Uh..."

This sudden scene, like a magic trick, caused everyone’s pupils to dilate to their fullest!

Each one of them stared with their eyes wide open, their faces dull looking at the kneeling group of Zhang Jianren’s men, their gaze completely filled with confusion: What on earth is going on?

Not just them, even Brother Wen was stunned!

Because, earlier at the auditorium, being rejected by Situ Ruoshui during his confession, and seeing Situ Ruoshui ignoring him and running into Ye Fan’s arms, Lu Wen felt an urge to tear Ye Fan apart!

When he saw Zhang Jianren’s men confront Ye Fan, he thought it beneath him to punish Ye Fan personally and let Zhang Jianren’s men take action instead.

Originally, he thought Ye Fan would, like those who had pursued Situ Ruoshui before, be beaten by Zhang Jianren until kneeling and begging for mercy. But Ye Fan did not kneel, instead Zhang Jianren and his men knelt before Ye Fan obediently like grandsons before their grandfather...

This stark contrast simply made Lu Wen unable to believe his own eyes!

"What... what have you done to us?"

With their knees hitting the ground and amidst severe pain, Zhang Jianren snapped back to reality, staring at Ye Fan in horror as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

It wasn’t just him; the other three henchmen of Brother Wen were terrified out of their wits!

The events that had just unfolded completely exceeded their understanding!

If it weren’t for the pain in their knees, they would have even doubted whether they were dreaming!

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Without answering, Ye Fan strode towards Zhang Jianren, his steps steady and forceful.

"No... don’t come over..."

As Ye Fan approached, Zhang Jianren and his companions felt as if Ye Fan had become an Evil Ghost coming to claim their lives, each of them screaming and using their hands to push themselves backward on the ground.

It seemed they wanted to put more distance between themselves and Ye Fan!

However—

Their retreat was far slower than Ye Fan’s advance.

"Thud—"

"Thud—"

Soon, even before Ye Fan got close, two of them, overwhelmed by fright, passed out and collapsed on the ground with eyes rolling back.

"Huff... huff..."

Zhang Jianren and another comrade hadn’t fainted from fright, but their faces were pale, they were sweating profusely, their bodies convulsed uncontrollably, and a yellow liquid even flowed between their legs!

"Stop!"

Later, just as Zhang Jianren and another henchman of Brother Wen were about to collapse totally, Brother Wen, recovering from his shock, roared and sprung up like a whirlwind, quickly moving in front of the two.

Brother Wen’s roar, loud and forceful, jolted the nearby students and Zhang Jianren’s comrades awake.

"Wen... Brother Wen, what did he just do to us?"

Seeing Brother Wen in front of them, Zhang Jianren’s fear lessened somewhat, but his body still trembled uncontrollably.

Swoosh!

As soon as Zhang Jianren spoke, everyone around, including Su Liuli and Situ Ruoshui, looked at Ye Fan, puzzled, waiting for his response.

"Are you a Martial Artist?"

Ignoring Zhang Jianren’s question, Brother Wen stared intently at Ye Fan, having moved past his initial shock, and spotted the trick Ye Fan had used.

He knew that Zhang Jianren and his group had been scared into kneeling by a single sentence from Ye Fan because Ye Fan had employed the "Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound" Cultivation Technique as soon as he spoke. This technique shocked their souls in an instant, causing them to lose their composure and subconsciously do as Ye Fan had said.

In Jianghu, many Martial Artists shout loudly before a fight not only to boost their own morale but also to catch their opponents off-guard, seizing the opportunity for a lethal strike!

"Whether I’m a Martial Artist or not doesn’t matter. What’s important is that you owe me an explanation today," Ye Fan replied, ignoring the question. "I don’t like being threatened. Including just now, he has threatened me three times."

"Hey, what kind of explanation do you want?" Brother Wen laughed, thinking Ye Fan was out of his mind.

As the son of the head of the Yanhuang Organization, Lv Canghai, he had seen countless Martial Artists. In his memory, these Martial Artists would act like timid ghosts in the presence of his father, nearly begging to kneel and lick his father’s toes.

Moreover, in his view, Ye Fan’s boldness in front of him was because he wasn’t aware that he was a Postnatal Perfect Martial Artist or hadn’t sensed the aura of a Martial Artist hidden on him!

"As he said himself, either lie down and leave Dong University or kneel and kowtow until I’m satisfied, then strip and run naked around the campus, and finally roll out of Dong University with your belongings," Ye Fan coldly stated, planning to do unto others as they had done unto him.

"Haha, hahaha, hahahaha..."

Stunned by Ye Fan’s words, Brother Wen burst into unrestrained laughter, almost in tears, "Kid, do you really think you’re the only Martial Artist in this world?"

"You’re a Martial Artist, and so am I!"

As the words fell, Brother Wen sneered, and the aura around him suddenly changed, sharp as a drawn sword!

"Sss~"

Instantly, Brother Wen’s body thickened, his clothes ripped due to the tension, and air currents appeared around him, a terrifying aura rolling towards Ye Fan like a raging river.

"Uh..."

Witnessing this scene, which was beyond their comprehension, apart from Su Liuli and Situ Ruoshui, the nearby students all gasped and found it hard to breathe like a heavy mountain was pressing on their chests.

This sudden change made them instinctively step back, their eyes filled with extreme fear as they looked at Brother Wen.

Brother Wen seemed to enjoy this fear, looking arrogantly at Ye Fan, unbeatable, "At Dong University, no one has ever dared to touch my people. You’re the first, so you have to pay the price for your actions!"

"I’ve said I don’t like being threatened."

Ye Fan’s expression was calm, the air currents rushing towards him seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall, unable to get close to him at all.

"Originally, I just wanted to cripple your limbs and destroy your Dantian to have you leave Dong University lying down, but it seems I need to change my mind!" Hearing this, Brother Wen sneered, licked his lips, and gave Ye Fan a look that presaged death, declaring his sentence.

This time, Ye Fan chose silence.

In the silence, an aura far surpassing Brother Wen’s erupted from Ye Fan like a volcanic eruption.

Swoosh!

Feeling the overwhelming aura emanating from Ye Fan, Brother Wen’s pupils dilated instantly, and his expression changed drastically!

"Postnatal Great Perfection?" Ye Fan took big steps towards Brother Wen. "Trash like you, I’ve killed plenty!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to vote for it with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)