School Beauty's Personal Crazy Young Master
Chapter 660 - 736: Death by a Thousand Cuts

Chapter 660: Chapter 736: Death by a Thousand Cuts

The middle-aged man now stood on his Flying Sword, his clothes burned to tatters and his body charred black, looking utterly bedragged, completely resembling an African refugee.

He had hoped to burn Chen Nan to death with Divine Fire, but his plan backfired spectacularly. Not only did Chen Nan survive unscathed, but his power had also greatly increased, while he himself ended up in this pitiful state.

With trembling fingers, he pointed at Chen Nan and said, "You... how is this possible, how could your physical body withstand the Samadhi True Fire!"

"The power of Martial Arts, how could you Cultivators who rely on external forces ever understand it!" Chen Nan snorted coldly, without another word, his figure flashed like lightning as he struck a palm towards his opponent head-on.

The middle-aged Cultivator felt the terrifying strength of Chen Nan and, in his panic, spewed continuously, constantly summoning Cultivation Treasures.

But without his copper furnace, he was like a bird with broken wings.

The best among the Magic Treasures he currently summoned were only Sixth Grade Spiritual Artifacts, completely incapable of withstanding Chen Nan’s Crack Sky Hand.

Chen Nan’s Slaughter God Seven Steps were incredibly fast, his bare palms acting as if they were Divine Weapons, indestructible, shattering all Magic Treasures in their path, their broken remnants scattering all around.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Nan had closed a distance of over ten meters, and had already smashed three Fifth Grade Spiritual Artifacts.

"With such trash, how do you hope to stop me!"

Chen Nan’s hands moved in unison, with every palm strike, a Magic Treasure shattered, his body surged with Xuanhuang Qi, his Killing Aura soared to the heavens, his figure moved swiftly like a shooting star, smashing through layers of Magic Treasure defenses, charging towards his opponent.

The middle-aged Cultivator felt a chill in his heart.

Decades of Cultivation, he had faced countless Martial Artists, but had never seen such an invincible Martial Artist!

The Chen Nan he faced was only at the Third Level of Tao, yet, with his own Sixth Layer of Tao power, plus all the Magic Treasures on his body, he still had no power to resist.

If this man isn’t eliminated, there will be endless problems in the future!

Thinking thus, the middle-aged man desperately wanted to finish off Chen Nan, but with his current strength, he couldn’t even protect himself, let alone kill Chen Nan.

After such thoughts flashed through his mind, the middle-aged man lost all will to fight and only thought of fleeing quickly. And since Magic Treasures relied entirely on the wielder’s mental control, his scattered thoughts now caused all his Magic Treasures to stall, allowing Chen Nan to easily sweep through and shatter five Spiritual Artifacts.

The middle-aged man’s figure wobbled, nearly tumbling out of the sky.

With his Magic Treasures shattered, not only did he physically ache, but his mind also suffered a heavy blow.

Desperately propelling his Flying Sword, he fled at the highest speed towards the distance.

"I’ll see where you can run!"

Chen Nan stepped out Slaughter God’s Third Step, his palms moved together, shattering the final two Magic Treasures, clearing all obstacles before him.

"Kill!"

Chen Nan’s voice thundered, shaking the Void.

His steps seemed to merge with the pulsating of Heaven and Earth, Slaughter God’s Fourth Step resounded, a heavy stomp echoed in the Void, drastically closing the gap between him and the middle-aged man.

"Boom..."

Stepping out Slaughter God’s Fifth Step, Chen Nan caught up right behind the middle-aged man.

Although the Cultivator’s Sword Flight was fast, it paled in comparison to Slaughter God Seven Steps.

After all, Slaughter God Seven Steps were renowned for their overwhelming pressure and speed, perfecting this technique allowed one to shatter all laws of the world within seven steps, undefeated in any direction.

"Buzzing..."

The space trembled, Chen Nan’s Crack Sky Hand traced an arc in the air, aiming for the Cultivator’s back.

The Cultivator, in his flight, alarmed, hastily turned and swung a palm to counter, attempting to stop Chen Nan, but his current power was no match for Chen Nan’s.

The explosive force erupted in midair, the middle-aged man’s body flew backwards like a kite with its string cut, rapidly shooting through the air.

However, before he could catch his breath, Chen Nan, exhibiting Slaughter God Sixth Step, struck fiercely.

"Boom..."

An unmatched Gang Qi swirled around Chen Nan’s feet as he stomped toward the middle-aged man’s chest.

The Cultivator, still hurtling backward, had no time to dodge; his only option was to brace his arms across his chest to block Chen Nan’s attack. Instantly, a "crack" sounded as his arm broke, and Chen Nan stomped directly on his chest.

The middle-aged man spat blood profusely, his body rapidly falling under Chen Nan’s foot, dropping toward the ground.

Gazing at the middle-aged man beneath his foot, Chen Nan sneered, "Cultivator, you’re too weak to withstand a single blow!"

"I... refuse to accept this!"

The Cultivator gritted his teeth, but at that moment, Chen Nan stomped down again, ferociously driving his foot into the man’s chest, causing him to plummet swiftly and smash into the ground.

"Boom..."

The ground shook, and a human-shaped crater appeared on the surface.

If it weren’t for his protective Gang Qi, the middle-aged man would have probably been smashed into a pulp.

Chen Nan landed on the ground, glanced at the severely injured man, and stepped on his chest: "Where’s that chicken?"

"Hahahahaha..."

With a loud laugh, the middle-aged man said, "Kill me if you will, I know nothing else."

"You won’t talk, huh? Fine, I have ways to make you talk."

A faint smile appeared on Chen Nan’s face, but the next moment, he pulled out a sword from his storage ring and stabbed it toward the man’s arm.

"Ah!"

Amid the man’s agonizing screams, Chen Nan stabbed unrelentingly.

The sword gradually pierced through the middle-aged man’s arm and went a foot deep into the ground below, completely nailing it there.

Chen Nan then kicked him in the face: "Will you talk now?"

"You dare kill me, and you’ll never find that chicken!" the middle-aged man gritted his teeth in agony, his body shaking, yet defiant.

"Don’t worry, I definitely won’t kill you."

Chen Nan gave him a smile and then stepped on his other arm, savagely stabbing down with a long sword.

Blood splattered as this other arm too was nailed to the ground.

The man was in such excruciating pain that sweat covered his entire head; if not for his deep Inner Strength, he would have passed out from the pain long ago.

Chen Nan asked no further questions and continued stabbing down, the sword tips piercing through the man’s legs, nailing them as well to the ground, completely immobilizing him as he trembled continuously, the blood quickly staining the ground red.

"Since you refuse to talk, I will peel off your flesh layer by layer to see how long you can hold out," Chen Nan said.

He took out a dagger and squatted down.

He flicked his wrist, and the blade sliced across the middle-aged man’s chest, instantly splitting the skin and blood gushed out.

The middle-aged man’s cold sweat mixed with blood, and he cried out in agony.

Chen Nan tapped the knife on his face, saying, "You can choose not to speak. I will be very careful, peeling your skin off one slice at a time. I believe within five thousand cuts, you definitely won’t die; by then, I should have a complete human skeletal specimen."

"You... you devil!"

The man’s voice trembled as he roared.

Imagining himself being skinned with five thousand cuts by Chen Nan, seeing his own bones glaring whitely while still alive, a fear from the depth of his soul broke him, and he pleaded, "I’ll talk, I’ll tell you everything!"