The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 112: If You Don’t Kill, People Will Kill You_1

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: If You Don’t Kill, People Will Kill You_1

"You want to kill me? Just be careful not to lose your own life trying." Ning Fan said indifferently.

"Oh? This stupid Baldy Qiang thought he could defeat me with a Potent Strength Pill, and on what basis do you think you can defeat me?"

Yan Hu sneered and kicked Baldy Qiang away with a foot.

"Mr. Ning... get away quickly... this Yan Hu is formidable... even with the Potent Strength Pill, he’s no match..."

Baldy Qiang struggled to say to Ning Fan, still thinking that Ning Fan did not know martial arts.

"To deal with this guy, who needs any pills."

Ning Fan simply shook his head, then walked up to Baldy Qiang, put his hand on the injured spot on his chest, injected a stream of Spiritual Power, which immediately relieved Baldy Qiang’s injuries, and then popped a Rejuvenation Pill into Baldy Qiang’s mouth.

Under these circumstances, Rejuvenation Pills could also have a certain healing effect.

"Heh, you sure know how to put on a show, kid. But since you managed to kill Cui Laosi, you must know some Fengshui techniques, right? Too bad, my martial ability is the bane of techniques like yours!"

Yan Hu scoffed, his feet settled slightly as Inner Strength surged in him, getting into stance.

After Baldy Qiang left the arena, Ning Fan turned back to Yan Hu and said indifferently, "Before we begin, I want to say that Cui Laosi was asking for death. Not only did he want to kill me, he also threatened me using my family’s lives. Does your Divine Tune Sect completely disregard reason?"

"Reason? Haha, Divine Tune Sect is reason! You killed Cui Laosi, so we of the Divine Tune Sect must kill you! Even if Cui Laosi were just a dog to us, you killed him, so you must pay with your life! You want to talk about reason? Fine, after I kill you, I’ll ’reason’ with your corpse!"

Yan Hu said arrogantly.

"Alright then, I was considering sparing your life, but now, it seems I can’t." Ning Fan nodded, speaking reluctantly.

He didn’t want to kill.

But now it seemed he had no choice but to kill, or else others would kill him, right?

"Heh, arrogant fool, I recall now, someone pleaded with me not to kill you right away, but to break every single bone in your body, to make you wish for death! To suffer the utmost torment! And then kill you!"

Yan Hu sneered, stomped his foot, and like a cannonball, launched himself at Ning Fan, concentrating all his Inner Strength into a punch aimed at Ning Fan’s chest.

Ning Fan did not dodge, just stood still.

He had come here today precisely to witness the prowess of a martial artist, and Yan Hu, who had easily defeated the old man, was just the right whetstone for himself after breaking through to the sixth level of Qi Refinement!

Boom!

Yan Hu’s full-force punch struck Ning Fan’s chest but felt as if he had hit a mountain.

Ning Fan didn’t budge, but the recoil almost split Yan Hu’s fist!

"What?"

Yan Hu was instantly shocked and, with a loud shout, once again marshaled all his Inner Strength, punching repeatedly at Ning Fan’s chest.

Boom boom boom...

Yan Hu struck out with full force, and each punch could have directly killed a martial artist like Liao Zhenting.

But after a series of muffled sounds, Ning Fan still stood unmoved.

"May I ask, what level are you at among martial artists? An Internal Strength Beginner? Or have you achieved Basic Achievement?" Ning Fan asked, his expression strange.

"What are you joking about? I’m at the Peak of Internal Strength!" Yan Hu thought Ning Fan was deliberately insulting him and roared.

"Internal Strength Peak? So it’s that weak?" Ning Fan’s expression became even stranger.

He couldn’t help but glance at the old man below the stage one more time.

Just three days ago, the old man could send Ning Fan stumbling back five steps with a single palm strike, nearly knocking Ning Fan off the patio.

But now, why couldn’t the powerful Yan Hu even budge Ning Fan?

The old man himself was only at the level of Internal Strength Great Achievement, so he stood no chance before Yan Hu at the Peak of Internal Strength.

But how could Ning Fan, who was clearly unable to defeat someone with Great Achievement in Internal Strength such as himself, be unfazed by Yan Hu at the Peak of Internal Strength?

For a moment, the old man’s head was a mess.

"Could it be you’ve used some strange Fengshui technique? Hmph, before absolute power, all your Fengshui tricks are just for show!"

Angry and embarrassed, Yan Hu bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a stream of blood essence. Overdrawing Inner Strength greater than his own cultivation, he attacked Ning Fan again with fury.

"I’ve seen what you can do. Now it’s my turn."

This time, Ning Fan did not let Yan Hu strike him. Instead, he gathered Spiritual Power in his right hand and threw a punch to meet him.

Boom!

As their fists collided in midair, a loud noise erupted.

The next instant, Yan Hu’s body shot backward like a cannonball, all the way from the arena to the spectator stands.

Boom boom boom...

Along the way, he shattered pillars, walls, railings, and other debris into pieces!

Thud!

In the end, Yan Hu crashed heavily into a thick wall at the corner of the stands, causing a deep ’human-shaped’ dent in it before sliding down to the ground.

After his body twitched a few times, he spat out a mouthful of blood with a ’wa’, his face pale as paper.

Hiss—

The onlookers were all dumbstruck, their faces as if they had seen a ghost!

In the vast ’Coliseum’, you could hear a pin drop!