The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 160 Amulet_1

Chapter 160: Chapter 160 Amulet_1

"Hahaha! Excellent! It worked!"

Ning Fan was overjoyed, without hesitation, he pulled the trigger again.

Bang!

Another bullet shot out, again blocked by the light shield, deflected.

Bang!

The third bullet hit the light shield, which, while blocking the bullet, had its energy drained and dissipated.

"It seems that this talisman paper can only block three bullets."

Ning Fan nodded slightly.

Three close-range shots weren’t small in power, roughly equivalent to withstanding a high-speed vehicle collision.

Such defensive capability should be able to protect against some accidents, or perhaps underhanded attacks.

"This talisman paper, let’s call it an Amulet."

Ning Fan muttered to himself, satisfied.

"Brother! What happened? What was that sound just now?"

Lin Xiaoling rushed in upon hearing the gunshots.

"Ling’er, come here, this Amulet is for you, you must carry it with you at all times."

Ning Fan picked up another piece of yellow talisman paper, identical to the first, and handed it to Lin Xiaoling.

"Amulet? Brother, did you make this for me by hand?" Lin Xiaoling’s face turned red as she took the Amulet.

"Of course, remember, you must carry it with you at all times, even when you’re asleep," Ning Fan cautioned again.

"Mhm, okay," Lin Xiaoling replied softly.

An Amulet made by Ning Fan himself, and she had to wear it even when sleeping...

Lin Xiaoling’s thoughts immediately wandered, and her cheeks grew even redder.

After all, she was not blood-related to Ning Fan...

With this thought, Lin Xiaoling felt even more bashful, carefully folding the Amulet into the shape of a little heart, blushing as she turned and ran away.

Ring ring ring...

Just after Lin Xiaoling left, Ning Fan received a call from Xu Yourong.

"Ning Fan, come to the mountain villa quickly, my dad is taking me back to the provincial city right now," Xu Yourong said over the phone.

"So soon?"

Ning Fan’s heart sank, and he hurriedly left after hanging up the phone.

Half an hour later, Ning Fan arrived at the Xu Family’s mountain villa.

Several cars were parked in front of the villa, with bodyguards and servants continually moving things onto the vehicles.

Xu Yourong was on the lawn, speaking incessantly with Xu Guoping, as if she was trying to win something.

Meanwhile, Xue Zheng, Xue Shengbei, Qiu Li, and others stood to one side.

"Ning Fan! Quick, come over here!"

Xu Yourong called out to Ning Fan, waving her hand urgently.

Ning Fan approached.

"Dad, can’t you let me stay one more day? Ning Fan can protect me!" Xu Yourong pleaded with Xu Guoping once more.

It turned out Xu Yourong was trying to persuade Xu Guoping to allow her one more day in River City to spend time with Ning Fan.

"Mr. Xu, I can protect Miss Xu," Ning Fan stated with neither servility nor overbearance.

Yesterday, he called Xu Guoping ’uncle,’ but since Xu Guoping did not agree, today he would call him ’Mr. Xu.’

"Do you have the ability to protect my daughter?"

Xu Guoping glanced at Ning Fan, then gave a nod to Xue Zheng.

The white-haired Xue Zheng stepped forward with a smile, "Young man, if you can withstand one palm strike from me, then you are deemed capable of protecting the miss."

"Mr. Xu, does what Elder Xue says count? If I prove I have the ability to protect Miss Xu, will you agree to let her stay one more day?" Ning Fan looked towards Xu Guoping.

"You may," Xu Guoping said indifferently.

Ning Fan nodded and turned to Xue Zheng, saying, "Then let me take three palm strikes."

"Ning Fan, Elder Xue is the most powerful patron of our family..." Xu Yourong quickly interjected with concern.

Xue Zheng’s strength was leagues beyond the Qin elder that Xu Qingfeng brought the last time!

"Hahaha! You are truly arrogant! You must not think that just because you got lucky and won yesterday, you can also disregard my grandfather, right? Let me tell you, my grandfather is a genuine Grandmaster Expert! To take care of you? Half a palm is all it takes! Your minor External Martial Art is nothing but child’s play in front of my grandfather!"

Xue Shengbei also approached, deliberately laughing and mocking.

Qiu Li opened her mouth as if to warn Ning Fan, but in the end, she shook her head and said nothing.

As the saying goes, there’s always someone better, and that’s exactly the case with martial arts.

This Ning Fan, although excellent in River City, would immediately seem ordinary once not limited to just the small town.

His perspective was ultimately far too narrow.

He’s still not a match for the miss.

Hopefully, after returning to the provincial city, the miss can forget about him and treat everything that happened in River City as a lovely dream...

With these thoughts running through her mind, Qiu Li sighed softly.

"Come on, Elder Xue."

Ning Fan stepped onto an open space nearby, standing calmly.

"Good, young man, your External Horizontal Practice skill is indeed not bad, it might give you an edge against ordinary Internal Strength Martial Artists, but in front of a true Internal Strength Grandmaster, what Iron Cloth Shirt, what Golden Bell Cover, your so-called External Horizontal Practice is just as fragile as paper mache!"

Xue Zheng stood opposite Ning Fan, arrogantly stated.

"Elder Xue, let’s not waste words, go ahead and make your move," Ning Fan responded coolly.

"Very well, for the miss’s sake, I will only use fifty percent of my strength. I won’t injure you too severely, just knocking you off the villa’s lawn will suffice," Xue Zheng said with a scornful sneer, raising his hand to deliver a palm strike filled with powerful Inner Strength, aiming squarely at Ning Fan’s chest.

Thump!

A muffled sound.

Hmm?

Everyone present froze for a moment.

Not only did Ning Fan not get knocked off the lawn, but his feet didn’t even move a millimeter, nor did his body show the slightest tremor.

"Grandfather, don’t hold back against him!" shouted Xue Shengbei.

Xue Zheng’s face turned red, and he was shocked inside; where was he holding back?

Just now, his palm strike used a full fifty percent of his Inner Strength, thinking it would easily send Ning Fan flying. But who would have expected it was like hitting a mountain?