Best Young Master
Chapter 362 - 323: A Thousand Cuts!

Chapter 362: Chapter 323: A Thousand Cuts!

Reason told Ye Fan that Ye Long’s rising war intent indicated not only had his willpower not been crushed under pressure, but it also had grown stronger.

As a result, moving forward, Ye Long could resist his mind power attacks without exerting his full strength, and had enough focus to handle Pan Jueming as well!

"Jueming, stop!"

Realizing this, Ye Fan quickly shouted to Pan Jueming, who was rushing towards Ye Long.

"Snap—"

Pan Jueming, too, sensed Ye Long’s escalating war intent, but he didn’t back down until he heard Ye Fan’s shout; only then did he stop in his tracks and turn to look at Ye Fan.

"Jueming, he was just resisting my mind attack and couldn’t spare effort to deal with you. Now, his will has strengthened, and he can ward off my mental attacks while striking at you at the same time..." Ye Fan rapidly explained.

"Haha..."

Before Ye Fan could finish, he was interrupted by a burst of triumphant laughter. Thirty meters away, Ye Long laughed uproariously to the sky, "Bastard, should I thank you? If you hadn’t pushed me to the brink, my will wouldn’t have been tempered, nor would it have grown stronger!"

"I think, I ought to repay you properly!"

By the end of his laughter, Ye Long’s laugh gave off a sinister, terrifying aura, with especial emphasis on the word ’repay’.

"Snap—"

As his voice fell, the smile on Ye Long’s face remained. He stepped forward, and the marble floor beneath his foot immediately shattered, debris flying everywhere.

Swish!

Recalling what Ye Fan had mentioned, and feeling the overpowering aura emanating from Ye Long at that moment, Pan Jueming’s face involuntarily changed!

"Jueming, take your sister and leave immediately!"

Seeing this, Ye Fan, fully aware that he could no longer stop Ye Long with his mind power, urgently yelled to Pan Jueming.

"Young Master Ye..." Pan Jueming looked at Ye Fan, unwilling to leave.

"Go now!!"

Ye Fan shouted sternly, knowing well if he couldn’t halt Ye Long with mind power, Ye Long was sure to make a lethal move, and Pan Jueming staying would only be sending himself to death.

"Ye... Young Master Ye, I won’t go!"

Pan Jueming shook his head firmly, for the first time ever going against Ye Fan’s orders, "You have shown me kindness as great as a reborn parent. Now, you’ve fallen into a desperate situation to save my sister; how can I leave alone??"

"You are no match for him, go now!!"

Pan Jueming’s loyalty and gratitude warmed Ye Fan’s heart, making him even less willing to see Pan Jueming throw his life away.

"Little Ying, leave this place by yourself, quickly!"

Ignoring Ye Fan’s orders, Pan Jueming turned and shouted to his sister, Pan Ying.

"Brother, I... I won’t go!" Pan Ying, her face turning pale with fear, still shook her head firmly, "I will stay and accompany you both!"

"Heh heh... heh heh heh... heh heh heh heh..."

Seeing this scene, Ye Long couldn’t help but laugh, his smile filled with a mocking tone, "Bastard, I really hadn’t expected anyone in this world to die for you, truly touching!"

"Ye Long, as a member of the Yanhuang Organization, assaulting someone on your own initiative is a violation of the law, and you will suffer severe punishment from the Yanhuang Organization!"

Hearing Ye Long’s words, Pan Jueming turned around, took two steps forward, and with no fear, stood in front of Ye Fan and shouted at Ye Long.

"Are you threatening me?"

Ye Long’s face changed, and his gaze locked onto Pan Jueming. That icy stare was like an invisible steel knife pressed against Pan Jueming’s neck, causing Pan Jueming’s entire body to tense up, not daring to even breathe deeply.

"You should know, it was this bastard who struck at me first, I was simply defending myself."

Seeing that Pan Jueming was too frightened to make a sound, Ye Long let out a cold laugh while resisting Ye Fan’s mind power attack and continued walking toward Ye Fan and Pan Jueming.

"Jueming..." Ye Fan tried to order Pan Jueming to leave once more.

"Swoosh——"

Without responding, Pan Jueming gritted his teeth, suppressed the fear in his heart, and bravely clenched his fist, lunging at Ye Long!

He could tell, as time passed, Ye Long’s war intent grew stronger, and his aura became increasingly powerful.

This way, attacking Ye Long now, he still harbored a sliver of hope for success. If delayed till the end, both he and Ye Fan would undoubtedly die!

"Well played!"

Seeing Pan Jueming rushing at him with a clenched fist, Ye Long was not angry but pleased instead.

Just as he mentioned, he dared to make an assassination attempt on Ye Fan as he was relying on the fact that Ye Fan struck first, and his actions were in self-defense.

But if he were to initiate an attack on Pan Jueming, it would be as Pan Jueming said, considered a crime knowingly committed, and he would surely face severe punishment from the Yanhuang Organization!

And the Yanhuang Organization was always very strict with internal punishments. By then, even if his father or the Ye Family intervened to plead with Yan, it might not work.

However, now that Pan Jueming attacked him first, even if he were to strike back killing Pan Jueming, it would be considered self-defense and not a violation of the Yanhuang Organization’s rules!

"Since you wish to die, I’ll grant your wish!"

Overjoyed, Ye Long let out a cold laugh, neither dodging nor evading but meeting the punch head-on. Although he only exerted less than one-tenth of his power, he believed it was enough to kill Pan Jueming.

"Bang——"

"Crack!"

The next moment.

As the two fists collided, a dull thud and the sound of bones cracking almost simultaneously erupted, and the fists immediately separated. Pan Jueming’s right fist was a bloody mess. His arm hung limply, bent, and blood dripped profusely.

"Ptui——"

Immediately, the terrifying power sent Pan Jueming flying backward, and while mid-air, he spat out a mouthful of blood mist, bleeding from every orifice, his complexion pale as paper.

"Jueming!"

A furious shout erupted, and Ye Fan, enduring his injuries, leaped forward and caught Pan Jueming as he fell to the ground.

"Brother... Brother!!"

Pan Ying ran toward Pan Jueming, crying out.

Ignoring his sister’s call, Pan Jueming trembled all over, looked at Ye Fan full of remorse, and while spitting out blood foam, said, "I’m sorry... Young Master Ye, Jueming was useless..."

"Ptui——"

As his words fell, Pan Jueming’s body shook, and he spat out another mouthful of blood, breathing in more than he could breathe out, likely not to survive.

"Don’t talk!"

Seeing this, Ye Fan quickly cautioned him, and with a thought, the Xuanye Flying Blade flew out from his sleeve, cutting his finger, and blood dripped out.

After doing all this, Ye Fan, without caring about the risk of aggravating his injuries, activated his inner strength, forced out several drops of essence blood, and dripped them into Pan Jueming’s mouth.

His essence blood contained the most precious Pure Yang Qi, which could save Pan Jueming’s life.

"Struggle no more. Today, you will all die!"

Seeing this scene, Ye Long’s heart was clear as a mirror. He snorted coldly, as if watching clowns perform.

"Whoosh—"

The response to Ye Long was a whistling sound of breaking air!

At the stir of Ye Fan’s mind, he sliced his finger, and the Xuanye Flying Blade transformed into a white light, shooting towards Ye Long!

As the blade was thrown, Ye Fan hastily, despite his injuries, used both hands to form a ’Spirit Gathering Array’ handprint, attempting to use his last bit of Mind Power to set up the array and replenish the depleted Mind Power.

"Hmph!"

Without the threat of Ye Fan’s Mind Power Attack, Ye Long could fully mobilize his inner strength.

Facing the Flying Knife Assassination again, he disdainfully snorted, sidestepped with ease, and easily dodged it.

"Clang!"

As Ye Fan ceased his Mind Power supply to the flying knife, the second Xuanye Flying Blade, having lost its control, clanged to the ground.

At the same time, Ye Fan’s hands fell, the handprint concluded, and the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi above the club was drawn madly towards the area above Ye Fan’s head.

"You cursed bastard, do you think absorbing Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi is of any use now?"

Noticing this, Ye Long didn’t care. On the contrary, he walked towards Ye Fan and Pan Jueming, his gaze on them like looking at two cold corpses.

Whoosh—

Right after Ye Long’s words fell, the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi gathered above Ye Fan’s head formed an invisible column that descended from the sky and surged towards the top of Ye Fan’s head.

The moment the first whiff of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi entered Ye Fan’s body, his Mind Power was completely drained, he instantly lost control of the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, and also lost control over his body, falling powerlessly to the ground alongside Pan Jueming.

"Crimson Golden Crown!"

After falling, Ye Fan didn’t mind the pain in his body; instead, he frantically shouted in his heart!

In his memory, every time his consciousness was damaged, the Crimson Golden Crown would appear.

Just now, he had used his last bit of Mind Power to set up the ’Spirit Gathering Array’, his Mind Power was completely depleted, his consciousness was weak, and as usual, the Crimson Golden Crown should appear!

As if hearing Ye Fan’s call, just when his Mind Power was exhausted, the Crimson Gold Halo timely appeared, encircling his body in a Crimson Gold Halo, enveloping him like an eggshell.

Hmm?

Seeing this incredible scene, Ye Long was stunned, and his steps subconsciously halted.

Inside Ye Fan’s body, the Crimson Golden Crown, as usual, suddenly transformed into a golden black hole, and sucked fiercely!

Whir—

Upon sucking, the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi above Ye Fan’s head fluctuated violently, like iron drawn to a magnet, madly surging into Ye Fan’s head, being absorbed by the Crimson Golden Crown, and then transformed into pure Mind Power, feeding back to Ye Fan.

The replenishment of Mind Power repaired Ye Fan’s previously weak consciousness, and the previously dull and lightless Mind Power Seed, like being watered by rain, vigorously sprang back to life!

And...

Ye Fan was surprised to find that this time, the quality of the Mind Power fed back by the Crimson Golden Crown was stronger than the previous Mind Power quality!

This discovery thrilled Ye Fan as if he had returned from Hell to Heaven, his heart rejoicing: Could it be... could it be the breakthrough of the Magic Cultivation to the Innate Great Success Realm?

"I said, stop struggling pointlessly!"

Twenty meters away, although Ye Long didn’t know what Ye Fan had done to cause the anomaly, a sudden unease in his heart prompted him to make a move sooner, not giving Ye Fan any chance to turn the tables.

Struggle??

Before Ye Long could act on his thoughts, Ye Fan’s eyes sharpened!

"Whoosh—"

Suddenly.

An even more piercing sound of breaking air resounded!

Behind Ye Long, the previously fallen Xuanye Flying Blade suddenly leapt up, gliding along the ground, howling towards Ye Long with a speed as fast as lightning!

Danger!

Ye Long was shocked, wanting to dodge.

—Too late!

"Puchi—"

The sound of the blade piercing flesh rang out, the Xuanye Flying Blade, nearly ten times faster than before, easily penetrated Ye Long’s right ankle, spurting out blood!

"How... how could it be so fast??"

Pain struck, Ye Long’s balance was lost, his heart shocked—he could clearly perceive that this time, the Xuanye Flying Blade flew much faster than before!

"Whoosh—"

As if to answer Ye Long, the blood-streaked Xuanye Flying Blade traced a beautiful arc in the air, turned around, and once again howled towards Ye Long.

Click!

Ye Long’s heart tightened with fear, but it was too late to dodge.

"Puchi—"

The sound of the blade piercing flesh resounded once more, the sharp Xuanye Flying Blade directly penetrated Ye Long’s left ankle, leaving a bloody hole.

"Thunk—"

With both ankles pierced, Ye Long lost his balance completely and fell directly to the ground.

"Why... why has the speed of his flying knife suddenly become so fast??"

After falling, Ye Long looked at Ye Fan, who was enveloped in golden light, his face filled with terror, completely occupied by this confusion.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Without an answer.

The white light flickered, the flying knife howled.

Ye Long was splattered with blood, completely becoming a bloodied figure.

A thousand cuts.

Not one more, not one less!

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