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Chapter 358 - 319: Relentless Pursuit, Change of Situation

Chapter 358: Chapter 319: Relentless Pursuit, Change of Situation

Whoosh!

Sensing the fluctuation of Ye Fan’s aura, Ye Long’s face changed, and with a carp flip, he forcefully retreated!

Although he knew that his injury from Ye Fan’s punch was due to his carelessness and underestimation, at this moment his right arm was nearly disabled, his internal energy was chaotic, and his organs were damaged to varying degrees. Engaging Ye Fan head-on would not only prevent him from exerting his real strength but would also worsen his injuries!

Hmm?

Seeing Ye Long retreating without fighting, and Ye Fan moving rapidly, his pupils slightly contracted, and he still decided to abandon the idea of using telekinesis to manipulate the Xuanye Flying Blade for an attack.

On one hand, controlling the Xuanye Flying Blade through telekinesis had to be unexpected, it was his last resort, and absolutely could not be used lightly. More importantly, the distance between him and Ye Long was not short, and given Ye Long’s sensing and dodging abilities, it was possible for him to dodge the flying knife assassination!

After a moment, Ye Fan flashed out of the private room, while Ye Long retreated thirty meters, ending up facing Ye Fan from afar.

"Bastard, your strike was even mightier than that of a Peak stage of Innate Martial Artist. You must have broken through to the Innate Great Success Martial Artist!"

Under the light, Ye Long glared at Ye Fan with resentful eyes, wishing he could grind Ye Fan to dust, "You’ve hidden yourself too deeply!"

"If I had stepped into the Innate Great Success Realm, you would already be reporting to the King Yan at Yama Palace!"

Ye Fan looked at Ye Long mockingly, as if watching a clown perform.

"Tsk~"

Hearing Ye Fan’s arrogant words and seeing his mocking gaze, Ye Long’s mouth twitched angrily, "Bastard, no need to hide it—if you were just at the Early Innate Realm, how could you possess the attack power of a Peak stage of Innate Martial Artist? Do you think I’m an idiot??"

"Whether you’re an idiot or not doesn’t matter. What matters is, you will pay the appropriate price for today’s events!"

Ye Fan sneered, secretly setting up a small-scale ’Evil Yin Formation’ with the Ghostly Gourd around Pan Ying in the private room, ensuring she wouldn’t be hurt by Ye Cang and others, then took another step forward.

"Bastard, you’re too arrogant! Truly too arrogant!"

Seeing Ye Fan relentlessly pursuing him, Ye Long was so angry that his lungs nearly exploded, "Just now, if not for my carelessness and misjudgment of your strength, you think you could injure me with just your strength?"

"There are no ’ifs’ in this world!"

Ye Fan stepped forward to test whether Ye Long was truly going to run away, and seeing that Ye Long was merely furious and not intending to flee, he suddenly accelerated!

"Bastard, you forced this!"

Ye Long gritted his teeth and growled, while quickly taking out a pill.

A high-level elixir, Nirvana Pill!

With just one glance, Ye Fan saw that Ye Long had taken out the best healing pill in the world, the ’Nirvana Pill,’ which could quickly restore his injuries once its medicinal power was activated.

Just as Ye Fan recognized the Nirvana Pill, Ye Long swallowed it with a pained expression.

The pain was due to him being one of the top young geniuses of the Yanhuang Organization, who was only allotted one Nirvana Pill, and that too as a reward after making a significant contribution to the organization.

Unlike other general members of the Yanhuang Organization who could only receive low-level Golden Healing Pills.

Having swallowed the Nirvana Pill, Ye Long did not linger, but stabilized his internal energy while using body power to catalyze the pill, attempting to activate its effects in the shortest time possible to heal his injuries.

Strike while the enemy is sick, take his life!

Seeing Ye Long swallow the Nirvana Pill, Ye Fan pushed his speed to the limit, his whole being like a cannonball, creating a gust as he rushed towards Ye Long.

"Damn...you!"

Ye Long cursed angrily, but knew this was not the time to confront Ye Fan head-on, turned his head and ran.

"Ye Long, didn’t you say you could crush me with one hand? Why are you now fleeing like a stray dog?" Ye Fan pursued relentlessly, simultaneously taunting Ye Long.

"Bastard, once the Nirvana Pill takes effect, I’ll tear you to pieces!" Ye Long was infuriated to the point of gnashing his teeth, but didn’t dare to slow down.

Suddenly, in the lavishly decorated corridor, Ye Fan rapidly chased after Ye Long, both moving extremely fast, leaving behind streaks of afterimages, stunning the staff and guests of the club.

Soon, Ye Long reached the entrance on the eighth floor but didn’t take the elevator downstairs. Instead, he jumped onto the window to the south of the entrance and delivered a kick!

"Clang—"

As he kicked, the glass shattered, Ye Long leaned out, his feet stepping on the wall next to the window, miraculously standing on the wall.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

With dull sounds echoing, amidst the stunned expressions of the security guards and guests in the club’s courtyard, Ye Long, like a dragonfly touching water, continuously stepped on the wall, rushing downwards.

It felt as though he was running on flat ground like a normal person, completely defying the law of gravity of Earth!

When Ye Long landed on the fourth floor of the main building of the club, Ye Fan also jumped onto the window, imitating the move, running downwards along the opposite wall.

"Thump—"

At that moment, when Ye Long landed on the second floor height of the main building, he forcefully stomped on the wall, using the rebound to shoot into the air, performing a flip in the air, and gracefully landed.

Hmm?

Upon landing, Ye Long found that his hurried escape had aggravated his injuries again, and as the Nirvana Pill’s effects were yet to fully manifest, he had to resist the urge to go on the offensive and ran forward, hoping to widen the distance between himself and Ye Fan.

Moments later.

When Ye Long had run about twenty meters from the main building of the club, Ye Fan landed steadily in the courtyard.

This time, Ye Fan did not continue the pursuit.

Because he knew that back in the narrow corridors of the club, Ye Long’s movements were greatly restricted.

Now that Ye Long had reached the spacious courtyard, akin to a bird flying in the sky or a fish entering water, he could perfectly execute his movements, leveraging his speed advantage for dodging.

Under such conditions, it was impossible for him to attack Ye Long!

"Bastard, it seems you know you are not as fast as me in movement!"

Seeing that Ye Fan had stopped chasing him, Ye Long quickly accelerated the speed of catalyzing the medicinal effect, all the while staring at Ye Fan with a sneer.

Ye Fan’s eyebrows couldn’t help but rise.

Reason told him that once Ye Long recovered from his injuries through the Nirvana Pill, and his combat power was fully restored, he would definitely use "Yanhuang Fist" and bring out all his strength!

In that case, the chance of defeating Ye Long overwhelmingly was almost nonexistent, and he might even be at a disadvantage!

"Bastard, no one has ever pushed me into such a sorry state!"

Ye Fan’s silence made Ye Long subconsciously think that Ye Fan was considering escaping, and he yelled angrily, "I admit, if you choose to run now, I can’t stop you. But... I guarantee, you can run this time but not forever—I will pursue you relentlessly until I kill you!"

"From the moment we started fighting, hasn’t it been you fleeing like a stray dog all along?"

Ye Fan scoffed mockingly, though he was uncertain about the upcoming fight. However, he also knew that if he left now, he couldn’t ensure Pan Ying’s safety.

He had to wait until Pan Jue Ming arrived to safely take Pan Ying away before considering whether to engage in battle or leave.

"You..."

Hearing the words "stray dog" and thinking about how he had fled like a scared rabbit, Ye Long’s face turned green with rage, yet he was unable to refute—although he was injured by Ye Fan due to his carelessness, the fact that he had been injured by Ye Fan and had fled everywhere was true!

"Hum~"

While Ye Long was at a loss for words, a Mercedes-Benz S600 rushed into the entrance of Qingshui No.1 Club like a black whirlwind, speeding toward the main building before abruptly slowing down.

"Zzz~"

Accompanied by a loud screeching of tires against the ground, the black Mercedes-Benz S600 stopped at the main entrance of the clubhouse, and Pan Jue Ming stepped out of the car with a face full of urgency and concern.

"Mr. Ye!"

After getting out of the car, Pan Jue Ming, as a Postnatal Martial Artist, immediately sensed the presence of both Ye Fan and Ye Long and quickly ran towards Ye Fan.

"Jue Ming, your sister is fine. She is currently in the Dynasty private room on the eighth floor, go bring her down,"

Ye Fan turned to look at Pan Jue Ming and instructed, "Besides, I have set up a Miniature Evil Yin Formation around her. Once you enter the formation, just use your Power to resist the entry of Evil Yin Qi into your body."

"Mr. Ye..."

Pan Jue Ming sighed in relief upon hearing his sister was unharmed, but then became worried about Ye Fan’s safety as he sensed a strong murderous intent from both Ye Fan and Ye Long, knowing that a fierce fight was about to take place.

"You don’t need to worry about here, just take good care of your sister,"

Ye Fan saw that Pan Jue Ming wanted to help, but before Pan Jue Ming could say it, Ye Fan interrupted him. On one hand, Pan Jue Ming lacked the strength to join in the fight between him and Ye Long, and more importantly, he wanted to settle the score with Ye Long personally!

"Alright!"

Having heard Ye Fan’s words again, Pan Jueming seemed to realize that he couldn’t participate in the battle between Ye Fan and Ye Long, so he quickly nodded in agreement and turned to run towards the main building of the club.

Hmm?

Just then.

Ye Fan clearly perceived a change in Ye Long’s aura!

A terrifying war intent suddenly emerged from Ye Long and kept rising continuously!

The emergence of war intent transformed Ye Long into a war machine, radiating a cold, murderous aura that invoked awe.

This discovery made Ye Fan raise his eyebrows slightly, his expression turning somewhat solemn.

"Yanhuang Fist," created by "Yan," the strongest in Huaxia and ranked first in the Dragon Ranking, integrates the essence of war, boosting war intent in the shortest time, making the boxing forceful and deadly. It is acclaimed as the martial art best suited for slaying enemies on the battlefield.

War Realm.

That is the essence of "Yanhuang Fist"!

And the War Realm is expressed through war intent.

Generally speaking, the level of war intent exhibited by a martial artist who practices "Yanhuang Fist" is directly proportional to their understanding of the War Realm.

From the war intent Ye Long emitted, Ye Fan understood that as a young prodigy of the Yanhuang Organization, Ye Long was not undeservedly famous—his war intent far surpassed Lv Canghai, the former head of the Yanhuang Organization’s East Sea Branch, whose Dantian had been destroyed by Ye Wenhao’s palm!

Moreover, it was even more terrifying than Zhao Meng, who had recently stepped into the Peak of Innate Realm and was the new head of the Yanhuang Organization East Sea Branch!

This meant that although Ye Long had not been in the Innate Realm for long, his comprehension of "Yanhuang Fist" exceeded that of Zhao Meng!

"It seems he must have comprehended the ultimate killing move ’Yanhuang’s Fury’ of ’Yanhuang Fist’."

Ye Fan thought to himself, his expression growing even more solemn.

He had heard from Chu Xuanji that although "Yanhuang’s Fury" only had six layers, each layer multiplying the power by six times, its prowess was comparable to ’Qi Rushes to the Sky.’

Because... "Yanhuang’s Fury" not only contained power attacks but also spiritual attacks. The terrifying intent of war could destroy an opponent’s will like ancient wood crumbling.

For martial artists with weak wills and frail consciousness, their spirit would be directly destroyed when attacked by "Yanhuang’s Fury," resulting in death. For those with strong wills and powerful consciousness, at the very least, they would be affected, or at most, lose control of their power, thus being killed by the power attack wrapped in the attack!

For Ye Fan, because of his dual cultivation of magic and martial arts, he had a strong consciousness and will, and with the mysterious Crimson Gold Halo protecting him, he was unafraid of spiritual attacks.

What he truly worried about was that Ye Long’s comprehension of "Yanhuang’s Fury" allowed a single strike to possess more than six times the power of a Peak stage Innate Martial Artist!

If that were the case, then with his current strength, he simply couldn’t contend head-on, and even if he wasn’t killed by Ye Long’s "Yanhuang’s Fury," he would be severely injured!

"Since I started cultivating, apart from Leng Feng, no one among the younger generation has been able to make me fight with all my strength!"

As Ye Fan’s expression became more solemn, Ye Long’s aura peaked, his gaze sharp like a knife as he directly sentenced Ye Fan to death, "Bastard, you should feel proud that you made me use all my strength just to kill you!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to cast your recommendation and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)