The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 1182: The Power of One Punch

Chapter 1182: Chapter 1182: The Power of One Punch

"Indeed, that’s quite formidable Spiritual Power."

Feeling the force of that punch, Ning Fan nodded slightly, and then threw a punch towards Zhang Xiong.

Boom!

The two fists collided, generating a sound so dull it was extreme.

Ning Fan and Zhang Xiong both stood motionless at their original positions.

"This kid is probably dead for sure."

"Look at him standing there without moving; he must have internal injuries that prevent him from moving."

"In less than three moments, this kid will undoubtedly be dead!"

The surrounding crowd saw this scene, discussing fervently, all thinking that Ning Fan had no chance of survival.

Fierce Lion also revealed a grin, his face full of malicious delight, "Kid, blame your misfortune for following the wrong Sect Master. Be more careful choosing in your next life."

However, just as his words fell, an overwhelming force transmitted from the fist, spreading unstoppable throughout his body.

In the next moment, a series of explosive sounds came from his body.

Boom boom boom boom boom...

Zhang Xiong, caught off guard, burst open with countless wounds, and the ground beneath his feet also burst open repeatedly, extending ten meters behind him.

The ground tens of meters behind him exploded into deep trenches.

"Spit!"

Zhang Xiong could not withstand the force and was flung violently backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

Covered in blood, he could hardly stand, looking toward Ning Fan with eyes filled with terror.

"How is this possible? You are just an Elder; how could you possess such immense power?!"

It was only the force of one punch!

If he hadn’t reacted promptly, channeling Ning Fan’s power into the ground with his Spiritual Power, he feared his current state wouldn’t be much different from the riddled ground.

Even so, he was severely injured.

Since his Cultivation had succeeded, let alone a Cultivator of a lower realm than himself, not even one of the same realm could contend with him in strength!

"You just used a Spiritual Technique, didn’t you? Thinking you could do as you pleased just because you grasped a Spiritual Technique, you underestimated the Cultivators of other Sects."

Ning Fan saw through Fierce Lion’s ploy at a glance, which was clearly a Spiritual Technique used to enhance his own power.

Fierce Lion and Miao Si had been off guard earlier, which was why they were unexpectedly severely wounded by this guy.

But such Spiritual Techniques were nothing more than fancy tricks in front of him.

He had already mastered the Four Symbols Eight Trigrams Palm, a Spiritual Technique inherited from his mother, with intricacies so complicated he himself might not fully decipher them.

The Spiritual Technique used by Zhang Xiong seemed so crude to him that he could break it with just a glance.

"Damn it! How dare you look down on me!"

Zhang Xiong suddenly rose to his feet, his eyes blazing fiercely as he took a deep breath. Spiritual Power flowed instantly throughout his body, and his wounds also recovered at an astonishing rate.

Then, he stepped forward, each stride creating a deep pit in the ground.

"Boy, die for me!"

He roared as he advanced, his mighty Spiritual Power coalescing in front of him, forming a massive Spiritual Power fist and fiercely smashing down towards Ning Fan.

"Absolutely foolish."

Ning Fan shook his head, Spiritual Power surged in his palm, turning into a Spiritual Sword Ray which he casually tossed into the sky.

Swish!

The Sword Ray screamed out, cutting through the sky like lightning, instantly splitting that massive Spiritual Power fist in two.

The Sword Ray cleaved through, striking Zhang Xiong, breaking through the Spiritual Power he used for defense, and leaving a deep wound on his chest.

"Spurt!"

Zhang Xiong was sent flying again, fresh blood wildly spewing from his mouth, his complexion instantly turning pale, his life aura becoming incredibly weak.

"Damn it, how could this be?!"

He fell to the ground, looking toward Ning Fan in disbelief, unable to understand how a Late Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator could seriously injure him with just one sword strike.

"Hahaha, what an idiot, did you really think you were invincible?"

"Idiot, you really got what you deserved!"

Fierce Lion and Miao Si, seeing this, both laughed loudly, their faces full of mockery.

The surrounding Cultivators who watched the scene were also shocked, looking at Ning Fan with disbelief.

"Isn’t this kid just at the Late Foundation Establishment Stage?"

"He managed to severely injure Zhang Xiong with just one sword? Unbelievable!"

"Could it be that this kid is hiding some powerful Spiritual Technique in his hands?"

The crowd buzzed with speculation, guessing what secrets Ning Fan might be concealing.

Ning Fan also frowned, aware that he had made a mistake in this matter.

As the saying goes, "A man is not guilty for owning a gem, but the gem makes him guilty."

Being just in the Late Foundation Establishment Stage, yet able to defeat a Foundation Establishment Peak Cultivator, in the eyes of the other Cultivators, he must have some powerful Spiritual Technique; otherwise, it wouldn’t be possible.

Seeing everyone’s gaze turning towards him, Ning Fan didn’t want to draw attention and said in a deep voice, "Let’s go, we’ll head to the place we are staying."

Fierce Lion and Miao Si also had no objections, getting up and following behind Ning Fan as they left.

"Damn it, this kid must be hiding other secrets!"

Zhang Xiong was help up from the ground by his Disciples, looking at the three departing figures, his eyes filled with deep resentment.

His eyes shifted, and suddenly his expression turned fierce, as if he had made some decision, leading his Disciples in haste towards a distant building.

Soon, he appeared in one of the rooms, kneeling on one knee before a Cultivator.

"Exalted one, it is as true as it gets; that kid must have Spiritual Techniques!"

Before him stood a Cultivator in green clothes, with a sinister countenance and a tall figure, exuding formidable aura.

He was at the realm of Half-step Pseudo-Dan!

"Are you saying that, even though you used the Spiritual Technique I taught you before, that kid still seriously wounded you? And with just a glance, he broke your Spiritual Technique?" said the Cultivator in a cold voice.