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Chapter 88 - 082 [Elimination] Merry Christmas!

Chapter 88: Chapter 082 [Elimination] Merry Christmas!

"Gulp! Gulp!"

In the quiet hall, the sound of throats swallowing filled the air. The four members of the Nanqinghong Hanghu Branch looked at Ye Fan with terror, as if they had lost control over their bodies. Aside from trembling, they had no other reaction.

At the same time, Liu Qin, frightened to the point her face turned pale, huddled in a corner, shaking. Instead of looking at Ye Fan, she gazed at Qu Feng with eyes pleading for survival.

Clearly... she realized that with the situation as it was, they could only hope for Qu Feng to turn the tide.

If even Liu Qin had seen this, Qiao Bazhi’s mind was naturally clear as a mirror—he not only turned his gaze toward Qu Feng, but he also subtly moved in that direction.

It felt as though only by hiding behind Qu Feng could he find some safety!

"Friend, you certainly have the capital to be arrogant,"

With Qiao Bazhi and Liu Qin watching, Qu Feng spoke again, his tone heavy to the extreme, and a hint of fear spilled from the depths of his eyes—yet he masked it well, revealing nothing on his face, "Let’s put this matter behind us. We won’t pursue each other in the future. How about that?"

"Heh heh,"

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan couldn’t help but laugh, "When I first came here, you were so unassailable, saying you were going to find me to avenge your disciple, only for me to deliver myself to your doorstep. You also said something like ’rain will fall, and a girl will marry, no one can stop a man bent on his course,’ right?"

Qu Feng pursed his lips, remaining silent.

"Aren’t you going to avenge your disciple anymore?"

Ye Fan was still smiling, but his smile was filled with chill. He knew that if he hadn’t followed them all the way here, he would have been the target of an assassination by Qu Feng and his men; if he wasn’t superior in skill, Qu Feng wouldn’t be talking about ’letting bygones be bygones’ but would instead be severing his head!

"You... you really intend to be utterly merciless?"

Seeing Ye Fan pressing further, continuously trampling on his pride, Qu Feng also grew annoyed, "I advise you to think it through. If you kill us, neither Nanqinghong nor Hongwu Sect will let you off. On the contrary, no matter where you flee to, they will hunt you to the ends of the Earth!"

"Are you saying if I let you go now, Nanqinghong and Hongwu Sect wouldn’t bother me anymore?"

Ye Fan replied with a playful smile, then suddenly his tone turned cold, "There are no such good things in this world where you ask for peace after failing to win, are there?"

"You... really want to make enemies of the entire Nanqinghong and Hongwu Sect?" Qiao Bazhi was stunned. In his view, very few people in the vast Huaxia dared to do such a thing.

"Nanqinghong? Hongwu Sect?" Ye Fan was filled with disdain, "If these two major powers are relentless, I wouldn’t mind making them evaporate from the Earth!"

"Uh..."

Although Qiao Bazhi, Qu Feng, and the others had already deeply experienced Ye Fan’s unparalleled arrogance, hearing these words from him still shocked them deeply.

Nanqinghong was the underground flag of the entire Southern Hua Xia, while Hongwu Sect was a well-known sect in Jianghu. These two powerful forces, in the eyes of Ye Fan, seemed no different from cats and dogs on the street, dismissable with a wave of his hand...

They truly couldn’t imagine how arrogant a person had to be to make such a statement!

"Are you from the Xingyi Sect?"

After the shock, Qu Feng thought of the Xingyi Fist Ye Fan had used during their fight and, upon connecting it with Ye Fan’s outrageous statements, realized something.

Without answering, Ye Fan discarded the dagger dripping with blood and strode toward Qu Feng, intending to capture the leader to easily take care of the rest.

"I admit Xingyi Sect is powerful, but... to say that Xingyi Sect could easily annihilate Nanqinghong and Hongwu Sect is utterly absurd!"

Seeing Ye Fan’s silence, Qu Feng became even more convinced of his guess, and a trace of confidence returned to his voice, "Besides, although you are strong, Xingyi Sect will not wage a bloody war with Hongwu Sect and Nanqinghong over your personal vendetta..."

"You talk too much!"

Ye Fan cut off Qu Feng coldly, the Yongquan acupoint in his foot activated with power, and with a push of his foot, he shot towards Qu Feng like an arrow leaving a bow.

Seeing that Ye Fan ignored his warnings and threats, Qu Feng knew that today he had to fight for his life. He stopped wasting words and braced himself to face the challenge.

This time, he didn’t use the Tiger Crane Dual Form of the Hong Fist but instead the Gongzi Fuhu Fist!

On one hand, compared to the Tiger Crane Dual Form, the Gongzi Fuhu Fist was more majestic and fierce. More importantly... although he hadn’t mastered the Tiger Crane Dual Form to its peak, he had brought the Gongzi Fuhu Fist to its ultimate accomplishment.

This was the reason he had been able to teach Wu He to bring some fire control to the Gongzi Fuhu Fist in just a few short years.

There’s a saying that when a person is pushed into a corner, they can unleash incredible potential.

Qu Feng was in such a state right now!

With reconciliation out of the question and escape hopeless, he threw the strongest punch he had ever made since he started practicing martial arts!

"Whoosh!"

As the punch was thrown, the air in front of Qu Feng was blasted open by the fist wind, and the intense airflow swept toward Ye Fan, like shards of ice hitting his body, but all were blocked by Ye Fan’s power and couldn’t touch him.

Facing Qu Feng’s strongest punch, Ye Fan’s expression remained calm, and he didn’t dodge but casually threw out a Beng Fist!

Beng Fist.

That was the most basic boxing technique in Xingyi Fist.

However—

Ye Fan had combined it with the ’eagle’ form, swinging his fist as sharp as a hawk’s beak, striking at Qu Feng!

"Bang—"

Their fists collided violently once again, inner strength bursting forth. Ye Fan remained unmoved, while Qu Feng, recoiled uncontrollably by the backlash of the power, took two steps back — a significant improvement over before.

"Qiao Bazhi, what are you standing around for? I’ll hold him off; you escape first. No matter what, you must tell Boss Lin about today’s events, and at the same time, have him relay the message to the Hongwu Sect!"

Seeing his strongest punch effortlessly neutralized by Ye Fan, Qu Feng knew his life was going to end today. He roared at Qiao Bazhi in anger.

"Thinking of leaving?"

Before Qiao Bazhi could make a move to flee, Ye Fan let out a cold chuckle. His aura suddenly changed, transforming into a demon god from hell, as a boundless evil aura spread from his body to the surroundings.

"This... what is this..."

Sensing the change in Ye Fan’s aura, Qu Feng’s heart shook violently, trying to say something.

"Today, none of you will escape!"

The evil aura emanating from Ye Fan boiled over. As he spoke, his figure flashed, instantly appearing in front of Qu Feng, his right fist tensed, launching like a cannonball!

Swish!

Qu Feng’s complexion changed wildly!

He felt as if he had been cut off from the world, enveloped by Ye Fan’s fist intent, punches appeared everywhere, giving him the sensation that no matter how far he fled, he couldn’t escape this punch!

With nowhere to hide, Qu Feng clenched his teeth, swung out his hands, turned them into palms, and placed them in front of his chest like a large gate.

"Snap—"

Their fist and palm met, producing a crisp sound.

In an instant.

An overwhelming power, more than three times the raging force of before, burst from Ye Fan’s fist, crushing down like an avalanche. It instantly broke Qu Feng’s arms, and without decreasing momentum, slammed into Qu Feng’s chest!

"Crack—"

The sound of breaking bones rang out instantly, and Qu Feng was sent flying by Ye Fan’s punch.

Midair, his face was deathly pale, hot blood gushing from his orifices, his body flung like a batted ball, experiencing the sensation of flight.

"Thud!"

Soon, Qu Feng’s body crashed against the wall, and he collapsed to the ground with a thunderous noise.

"Xuan... Xuanyin Fist..."

Upon hitting the ground, his internal organs shattered, blood spewing from his mouth. He looked at Ye Fan with horror and stammered, "How... how could you know Xuanyin Fist?"

Xuanyin Fist?

Upon hearing these three words from Qu Feng, Qiao Bazhi almost fell to the ground in fright.

He had heard these words by chance.

They referred to a martial art, a very potent and domineering martial art!

As far as Qiao Bazhi knew, the boss of Nanqinghong, Lin Tianyi, practiced this martial art, and his strength was unfathomable!

Compared with Qiao Bazhi, Zhang Zhu and Wu Ren, who had been crippled by Ye Fan in one move and were gasping for their last breaths, were even more shocked!

They knew far better than Qiao Bazhi just how terrifying this martial art was!

Besides, they also knew that the reason Lin Tianyi knew this martial art was that Lin Tianyi had done well in expanding Nanqinghong and received a reward from a mysterious benefactor behind the scenes!

Not only them, but even Ye Fan was somewhat startled.

To ensure a swift victory and prevent Qiao Bazhi and the others from escaping, he no longer took a playful attitude against Qu Feng but directly used the "Xuansha Fist" taught to him by the old man.

And Qu Feng said it was Xuanyin Fist?!

Taken aback, Ye Fan pondered for a moment but didn’t ask Qu Feng why he called "Xuansha Fist" "Xuanyin Fist."

"Who... who exactly are you? How could you possibly know ’Xuanyin Fist’?" Seeing Ye Fan remain silent, a flush appeared on Qu Feng’s pallid face, and he spoke much more smoothly.

It was a sign of regaining a momentary clarity before death!

As the words fell, Qu Feng stared at Ye Fan with eyes that demanded an answer as if he couldn’t rest in peace without it even in death.

Not just him, but Qiao Bazhi, Zhang Zhu, and Wu Ren were all looking at Ye Fan in shock, waiting for his response!

"My surname is Ye, and my name is Fan," Ye Fan’s expression returned to calm.

"Uh..."

Upon hearing Ye Fan’s words, Qu Feng was unsure whether it was from anger or the end of his fleeting moment of clarity, but his Adam’s apple moved for a while before his head tilted, and he passed away on the spot.

"Today, none of you will escape!"

Ye Fan shifted his gaze, looking at Qiao Bazhi and the others, sentencing them to death.