Best Young Master
Chapter 363 - 324 At Mercy

Chapter 363: Chapter 324 At Mercy

Ye Long, in his previous life and death battles, had tempered and enhanced his will; the same was true for Ye Fan.

In a predicament, he exhausted all of his Mind Power, inadvertently expanding the capacity of the Mental Seed. Afterwards, he received Mind Power feedback from the Crimson Golden Crown, which allowed his Magic Cultivation to step into the Innate Great Success Realm!

Originally, the quality of Ye Fan’s Mind Power could already be compared to that of an Innate Great Master. After stepping into the Innate Great Success Realm, the quality of his Mind Power was equivalent to that of a Peak stage of Innate Mage. His control over the Flying Knife became vastly improved in speed, strength, and precision, increasing nearly tenfold.

This was also the reason why Ye Long couldn’t avoid the Flying Knife Assassination at close range.

After using the Flying Knife to strike down Ye Long, Ye Fan didn’t linger. He immediately controlled the Flying Knife to slash Ye Long’s body a thousand times.

Ye Long was dead?

After the blood-stained Flying Knife returned to Ye Fan’s sleeve, the workers and guests at the club all widened their eyes, motionless, watching Ye Long, who was completely drenched in blood, and quietly questioned themselves.

"Hiss~"

As if to answer everyone, Ye Long, lying on the ground bathed in blood, felt as if thousands of ants were biting him, causing waves of bone-piercing pain.

That pain made the corners of his mouth twitch, as he gasped in cold air.

Although he had endured a thousand cuts, Ye Fan, when inflicting these cuts with his Mind Power, had not only controlled the strength but had also deliberately avoided vital areas; therefore, Ye Long’s life was not in immediate danger.

However—

If he continued to bleed like this, he would eventually die from excessive blood loss.

Ye Long was well aware of this fact. Thus, he tried to raise his wrist to take a Golden Healing Pill, only to find that the tendons in both hands were cut, leaving him unable to lift them.

At the same time.

Having recovered his Mind Power, Ye Fan divided his Consciousness in two, on the one hand, he stimulated his Power to heal himself, and on the other, he channeled Power into Pan Jueming’s body to heal him.

"Whew~"

Soon, Ye Fan had stabilized his own injuries, heaving a sigh of relief inwardly. He also discovered that Pan Jueming’s injuries were much more serious than he had imagined. Not only was his right arm disabled, but all of his internal organs were shattered. If Ye Fan hadn’t used his Life-bound Essence Blood to treat him in time, Pan Jueming would likely have already been on the Netherworld Path.

Realizing this, Ye Fan knew that Pan Jueming’s injuries wouldn’t recover for the time being, so he took out a Healing Holy Medicine ’Nirvana Pill’ to aid Pan Jueming in taking it.

After doing all this, Ye Fan looked up at Pan Ying to find her staring motionlessly at Pan Jueming. Her fair face was deathly pale, and her delicate body was trembling continuously, seemingly scared to the extreme.

"Little Ying, your brother won’t be in danger of losing his life," Ye Fan said, seeing this and comforting her.

"Really... really?"

Pan Ying, startled by Ye Fan’s words, had her worried and frightened eyes flicker with excitement.

"Mhm."

Ye Fan nodded lightly and said, "Your brother will need a while before he can wake up. Help him."

"Okay."

Pan Ying nodded quickly, squatted down swiftly, and supported Pan Jueming’s head with both hands.

Ye Fan released his hold, slowly stood up, and strode towards Ye Long.

"Bastard... bastard, if you have the guts, kill me!"

As Ye Fan approached, Ye Long seemed to sense that Ye Fan intended to torture him deliberately and immediately burst out in a hoarse roar.

"Do you think I don’t dare to kill you?"

With a quick shuffle of his feet, Ye Fan instantly appeared in front of Ye Long, looking down at him with a cold sneer.

Dare!

Ye Long couldn’t help but come up with the answer in his heart.

This answer made his breathing become a bit rapid, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but he chose not to submit. Instead, like an evil ghost, he glared venomously at Ye Fan and hoarsely shouted, "If you kill me, neither the Ye Family nor the Yanhuang Organization will let you go! When the time comes, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, it will be meaningless!"

"Even if I kill you, all that you’ve said will not become reality. Do you believe that?" Ye Fan looked at Ye Long with a numb gaze.

"Heh heh... hahaha..."

Ye Long laughed frightfully upon hearing Ye Fan’s words, as if he had heard the coldest joke in the world, "Although I don’t know why the elders let you return to the Ye Family, if you dare to kill me, even Ye Wenhao intervening won’t save you! Moreover, do you think the rules of the Yanhuang Organization are just for show? That you can trample on them at will??"

"So what do you think, if I destroy your Dantian, rendering your entire Kung Fu useless, will the Ye Family and the Yanhuang Organization still kill me?" Ye Fan suddenly smiled.

"You..."

Ye Long trembled at the sight of Ye Fan’s mocking smile, as if it was a nightmare come to life.

"I’m not killing you because I’m afraid of the Ye Family and the Yanhuang Organization. I just want you to experience a fate worse than death!" Ye Fan coldly cut off Ye Long’s words, and then... his right foot suddenly swung up!

"Bastard... do you dare??"

Ye Long yelled with all his strength, his voice filled with rage and a hint of fear.

"Whoosh!"

No answer came.

Ye Fan’s right foot slammed down fiercely!

"Boom—"

A muffled sound erupted as Power coursed forth.

Ye Long felt as if his Dantian had been ground into shreds by a meat grinder, the Power Seed instantly shattered, bringing with it a searing, piercing pain.

"Aow~"

With his Dantian destroyed and pain enveloping him, Ye Long’s body curled up like a shrimp, howling in agony.

That sound, much like the wail of an evil ghost, echoed through the skies above Qingshui No.1 Club!

Gulp!

The ears of everyone rang with Ye Long’s tormented howls; looking at Ye Long, who was completely soaked in blood, both the staff and the guests at Qingshui No.1 trembled with fear in their hearts.

Only one person was the exception.

Ye Cang.

At the entrance of the hall, he stood as if an immobilization spell had been cast on him, staring dumbfounded at the curled-up, howling Ye Long, with disbelief written all over his face.

Previously having heard the conversation between Ye Fan and Ye Long, Ye Cang knew that Ye Long being injured and chased by Ye Fan was entirely due to underestimating his opponent. Once Ye Long used all his strength, he gained the upper hand and even managed to send Ye Fan’s ally, Pan Jueming, flying with a punch.

However—

Just as Ye Cang thought that Ye Long was about to deal with Ye Fan and Pan Jueming, Ye Fan suddenly erupted. Not only did he turn the tables with lightning speed, but at this moment, Ye Long was like a fish on a chopping board, completely at Ye Fan’s mercy!

This drastic contrast gave him such a shock that he couldn’t believe or accept the reality before him!

"Crippling your dantian, making you a cripple for life, isn’t considered worse than death for you."

While Ye Cang was still in shock, Ye Fan slowly withdrew his foot and looked at Ye Long emotionlessly. "Because, you firmly believe I will be punished."

"Huff... Huff..."

Ye Long’s body contorted, his expression ferocious, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Ye Fan and breathed heavily, "That’s right! Bastard, you’ll pay for this with your life! I swear!!"

"Mhmm, I believe when you find out that none of this can happen, you will truly despair. Only then will you truly experience a fate worse than death!"

Gazing at the agonized Ye Long, there wasn’t a trace of mercy on Ye Fan’s face, only indifference.

He was very clear that if he hadn’t allowed his magic cultivation to breakthrough to the Innate Great Success Realm in one stroke, he and Ye Long would have switched roles by now—Ye Long would never have spared him!

"Pfft—"

Upon hearing Ye Fan’s words again, Ye Long shuddered with rage, spat out a mouthful of blood, and directly fainted.

Seeing this scene, Ye Fan crouched down, searched through Ye Long, and took out the medicine bottles containing the Golden Healing Pills. He took out five pills and lightly squeezed them.

"Snap—"

With a squeeze, the Golden Healing Pills shattered, turning into powder. Ye Fan gave his wrist a flick, and the powder scattered over Ye Long’s body like a celestial maiden spreading flowers, blending into those blood-soaked wounds.

Soon, the medicinal power took effect, Ye Long’s wounds gradually healed, and the bleeding stopped, but he remained unconscious.

"Bro... Brother!"

Just then, as the effects of the Nirvana Pill that Ye Fan had given Pan Jueming started to take effect, Pan Jueming’s eyelashes trembled, and Pan Ying excitedly called out.

At the sound, Ye Fan stood up and walked towards Pan Jueming and Pan Ying.

Uh?

When Pan Jueming opened his eyes, he first adjusted to the faint light, then saw Ye Fan walking briskly towards him, and the previously unstoppable Ye Long lying bloodied on the ground, alive or dead unknown.

What... what happened?

Had Young Master Ye turned defeat into victory??

Before, Pan Jueming had defied Ye Fan’s orders and took it upon himself to strike out at Ye Long, seeing that Ye Fan was nearly exhausted and had completely lost his ability to fight.

Now, seeing this, Pan Jueming was completely stunned!

He even thought he was hallucinating!!

"Jueming, your internal organs and meridians have been severely damaged, but I have used my Life-bound Essence Blood and Pure Yang Qi to heal you, and afterwards, I administered the Nirvana Pill to you."

Shortly after, as an astounded Pan Jueming watched, Ye Fan leapt to his feet gracefully like a breath of fresh air and arrived in front of Pan Jueming, saying solemnly, "With this, not only will you have no worries for your life, but as long as I help you catalyze the power of the Nirvana Pill and use the Pure Yang Qi to heal you afterwards, your injuries will be fully recovered."

"Thank... Thank you, Young Master Ye!"

Ye Fan’s words brought Pan Jueming back from his shock. First, he thanked him and then blurted out a question, "Young Master Ye, what happened?"

"In a moment of crisis, I broke through."

Ye Fan smiled but did not explain to Pan Jueming that it was only his magic cultivation that had broken through to the Innate Great Success Realm.

"I see."

Upon hearing this, Pan Jueming’s confusion was resolved, and a joyful smile appeared on his pale face.

"Wait for me a moment, I’m going to take something and then leave this place."

Ye Fan gently patted Pan Jueming’s shoulder and with a bound off the ground, he quickly moved towards the main building of the club.

"Plonk—"

Seeing Ye Fan suddenly coming at him, Ye Cang snapped out of his daze, subconsciously thinking that Ye Fan was going to attack him again, and in terror, he slumped to the ground.

Under the light.

Watching Ye Fan approaching rapidly, Ye Cang’s mouth gaped wide, trying to say something, but was so terrified that his mind went blank and not a word came out.

Ignoring this, Ye Fan swept past Ye Cang with a grim face and appeared in front of Wu Jun and a group of security guards, asking in a deep voice, "Who is in charge here?"

"I... I am."

As one of the most well-known socialites in Yanjing City, Wu Jun had been through many storms but was still frightened by tonight’s events. Now, confronting Ye Fan’s inquiry, her heart jumped up to her throat.

"Give me the surveillance video from tonight." Ye Fan looked at the pallid Wu Jun, speaking firmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt, "You have five minutes."

"Yes... Yes!"

Wu Jun trembled all over as she responded, and just as she was about to have the middle-aged man named He to go get the surveillance video for Ye Fan, she saw the man named He had already taken the walkie-talkie and ordered the security in the monitoring room to send over the surveillance video from tonight immediately.

Three minutes later.

A man in a black suit, anxious and fearful, brought the USB stick with the copied surveillance video to Ye Fan.

"Wuwu~"

At the same time, the sound of a police siren suddenly approached from the distance.

"Did you call the police?"

Ye Fan’s eyebrows rose as he looked at Wu Jun with a cold expression.

Wu Jun was so scared that her heart skipped a beat, and she almost collapsed on the spot.

And including the middle-aged man named He, all the security guards from Qingshui No.1, were all rigid, not daring to breathe too loudly.

Huh?

Just then, Ye Fan sharply sensed two martial artists’ auras mixed in with the police cars, rushing towards this place at high speed!

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