The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 196 I’m Not a Tiger, Nor a Monkey_1

Chapter 196: Chapter 196 I’m Not a Tiger, Nor a Monkey_1

Zhu Zhensheng’s face changed instantly, and he shouted angrily, "You brat who hasn’t even grown his hair out yet, dare to speak to me like that? Isn’t that a bit too arrogant? Do you know who I am?"

Without waiting for Ning Fan to speak, he proudly said, "I am the deputy head of Yaowei Martial Arts Hall, Zhu Zhensheng."

"I don’t care about your damn martial arts hall or your damn deputy head. If you don’t want to die, get lost." Ning Fan said impatiently.

Zhu Zhensheng laughed out of extreme anger, "You’re Ning Fan, right? Young Master Zhao told me about you. Aren’t you just someone who won an underground fighting ring in River City, a small place, and dominates among a bunch of underground thugs? Haha, really, it’s just like that old saying: ’In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.’

Ning Fan said, "I’m not a tiger, nor am I a monkey. What I am has nothing to do with you. The only relationship between us is this: I’m going to kill Zhao Xinghui, and you want to lift a finger for Zhao Xinghui, so you’re seeking death."

"Master Zhu, stop wasting words with him. He just escaped from Heisha’s assassination attempt; he must be out of strength by now and is surely just stalling for time!"

Zhao Xinghui pointed at Ning Fan angrily.

His subordinates helped him to remove the glass from his hand, which bled profusely, causing him to grimace in pain.

"Ning lad, someone entrusted me with this task, I can only teach you a lesson. But rest assured, I won’t kill you. I’ll just break your arms and legs! As for killing you, I’ll leave that to Young Master Zhao himself."

As soon as Zhu Zhensheng finished speaking, he stomped his foot and charged towards Ning Fan, gathering his inner strength and aimed a palm strike at him.

Zhu Zhensheng didn’t take Ning Fan seriously, but he knew well to always put forth his full strength against even the frailest opponent. With this palm strike, he exerted his full internal strength.

With his Internal Strength Peak capability, he was confident this palm could make Ning Fan spit blood and fall to the ground!

Ning Fan’s face showed no ripple of emotion. Only when Zhu Zhensheng’s palm was about to hit, did he casually counter with a palm of his own.

Boom!

The two palms collided midair.

"Ah!"

Only a cry of agony was heard.

"Pugh!"

Then came the sound of blood spurting violently.

"Thud!"

Finally, a dark figure flew backwards like a cannonball and collapsed the opposite wall.

That flying figure was naturally Zhu Zhensheng.

"Damn it, how is this possible?"

Zhao Xinghui screamed in shock.

Clearly, Ning Fan had just narrowly escaped Heisha’s hitmen and had barely made it here when he arranged for Zhu Zhensheng, at the peak of internal strength, to lie in wait.

And yet, Ning Fan easily sent him flying with a single palm?

Could Ning Fan really be this powerful?

Zhao Xinghui’s face turned pale, and he started sweating profusely from his back. He thought he had made an infallible plan, but who knew the outcome would be like this?

He swallowed hard and stealthily took two steps back.

On the other side, Zhu Zhensheng struggled to get up but spat out another mouthful of blood in terror, looking up at Ning Fan with a trembling voice, "What, what level of cultivation do you have? To have such palm power... can it be that you are a Grandmaster?"

When he spoke the word "Grandmaster," Zhu Zhensheng’s voice was filled with fear and regret.

At his Internal Strength Peak, he used all his might, but Ning Fan casually sent him flying with a single palm. If Ning Fan wasn’t a Grandmaster, then what was he?

If he had known earlier that he was dealing with a Grandmaster, even if Zhao Xinghui offered him ten times the money, he would never have agreed to come.

He was just at the peak of internal strength; engaging with a Grandmaster would really be courting death, wouldn’t it?

Thinking this, Zhu Zhensheng trembled all over, laying on the ground, begging Ning Fan, "Grandmaster Ning, I was blind and offended you, please show mercy and spare my life, I beg you."

"I’m not a Grandmaster."

But Ning Fan just said indifferently.

"Not a Grandmaster? Then you’re... a Half-Step Grandmaster?"

Zhu Zhensheng suddenly realized, but even if Ning Fan was just a Half-Step Grandmaster, that also meant he was a powerful figure who had one foot in the Grandmaster Realm, and Zhu Zhensheng, at the peak of internal strength, was not likely to be his opponent.

"Mr. Ning, I was seduced by Zhao Xinghui earlier to make a move on you, it was all a misunderstanding. As long as you’re willing to spare my life, I’m willing to accept your punishment!"

Zhu Zhensheng said through clenched teeth.

"You want me to spare your life?" Ning Fan turned his head and asked Lin Xiaoling, "Ling’er, did this Zhu Zhensheng make a move against you and Xu Yan before I arrived?"

"No, he didn’t." Lin Xiaoling shook her head.

Ning Fan nodded, then coldly said to Zhu Zhensheng, "In that case, you can break your arms and then get lost."

"Master Zhu, don’t be intimidated by Ning Fan! He’s just bluffing. Do not break your own arms! If you strike with all your might again, you will surely cripple him! If you break your own arms, won’t you become a cripple yourself?"

Zhao Xinghui hastily shouted from the side.

"Zhao Xinghui, you brat, you nearly got me killed. If you yap one more word, do you believe I won’t kill you?"

Zhu Zhensheng roared at Zhao Xinghui, then turned to Ning Fan with a face full of grateful tears and said:

"Thank you, Mr. Ning, for sparing my life. I will break my arms now."

After saying that, Zhu Zhensheng gathered his internal strength and with gritted teeth, struck his arms against each other.

"Ah!"

Zhu Zhensheng screamed in agony as his arms bent unnaturally and dangled, clearly broken.

Zhu Zhensheng was not stupid; by breaking his arms, he could still live and later think of a way to reattach his broken limbs.

But if he were dead, well, that would be the end of everything.

"Mr. Ning, I have broken my arms; may I go now?"

Zhu Zhensheng struggled to get up, pleading.

"Get lost." Ning Fan said.

"Thank you, Mr. Ning, for sparing my life."

With his arms hanging broken, Zhu Zhensheng didn’t even glance at Zhao Xinghui and scurried away, fearing Ning Fan would change his mind.

"Now, it’s your turn. Are you ready to die?"

After Zhu Zhensheng left, Ning Fan coldly turned his gaze towards Zhao Xinghui.