The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 201: Grandmasters, Worlds Apart_1

Chapter 201: Chapter 201: Grandmasters, Worlds Apart_1

The white light that burst forth from Old Qi’s fingertips was condensed Inner Strength.

One of the hallmarks of a Grandmaster was the ability to condense Inner Strength and shoot it out of the body, just like bullets, yet even more powerful, allowing one to kill an opponent from a distance without making contact!

Ning Fan didn’t dodge but simply outstretched his palm to meet the white light.

Puff!

The white light struck Ning Fan’s hand, emitting a soft noise.

"Heh, young man, you dare to block my detached Inner Strength with your palm? I don’t know whether to call you foolish or stupid," Old Qi mocked with a laugh.

Even Half-Step Grandmasters like Old Luo, if they tried to block it with their palms, would be left with nothing but a bloody hole!

"I’m neither foolish nor stupid."

Ning Fan shook his head lightly, withdrew his palm to have a look. There was a trace left on it, but that was all.

He had just covered his palm with a thin layer of Spiritual Power. Old Qi’s full-powered Inner Strength barely managed to pierce through it, leaving a mark on his palm—a testament to Old Qi’s profound skill.

"How... how can this be? Your... your hand is unharmed?"

Seeing Ning Fan looking unharmed, Old Qi squinted for a closer look, and noticing Ning Fan’s completely intact palm, he frowned and said.

"My hand is fine, do you have any other techniques? Feel free to use them. Otherwise, I’m going to take action. Once I do, I don’t think you’ll have another chance to make a move," said Ning Fan, shaking his head.

This kind of stationary attack was not enough to injure him, as had already been proven with Xue Zheng.

What he wanted was to engage in a life-and-death struggle with a Grandmaster, not this kind of immobile literary fight.

"What arrogance, boy! I’m going to give you a lesson now and ensure you never have another opportunity to act!"

Old Qi, enraged and embarrassed, stomped his foot and closed the gap in an instant, his hands moving like thunder as he launched a barrage of palm strikes at Ning Fan.

Boom, boom, boom...

Each of Old Qi’s palms carried his decades of Inner Strength cultivation, each one with the momentum of a mountain bearing down, their power enough to severely injure a Half-Step Grandmaster.

"Good!"

Ning Fan nodded and met Old Qi’s palms with both hands, repeatedly engaging in a fierce exchange.

Bang, bang, bang...

With every exchange, the air filled with the dull sound of impact.

With each exchange, disappointment grew on Ning Fan’s face, while disbelief piled up on Old Qi’s.

After seven or eight exchanges, Old Qi’s face looked as if he had seen a ghost.

Boom!

With the final palm strike, Ning Fan, fed up with the entanglement and immensely disappointed, unleashed all his strength in a burst.

Old Qi immediately cried out, sent flying backward and crashing heavily into a wall before sliding down to the floor.

Wow!

Old Qi slumped on the ground, blood spurting from his mouth as he looked down at his hands in horror, only to find his palms fractured and his meridians shattered!

Just seven or eight exchanges with Ning Fan, and Old Qi’s hands were ruined!

"How... how... is this possible?"

At this moment, Old Qi’s eyes, once looking down on Ning Fan, were now filled with terror.

"Is this the true strength of a Grandmaster in a life-or-death battle? You’ve disappointed me greatly," Ning Fan shook his head.

"You... you... are you also a Grandmaster?" Old Qi asked in shock and anger.

Only a Grandmaster, and a far stronger one at that, could have inflicted such injuries on him!

Among Grandmasters, the strength could vastly differ!

A Grandmaster so powerful, so young... and he had made an enemy of him?

Despair washed over Old Qi.

"I am not a Grandmaster," Ning Fan said the next moment.

"You are not a Grandmaster? How is that possible?" Old Qi said in disbelief.

"Indeed, I am not a Grandmaster, I can just defeat Grandmasters," Ning Fan added.

"You..." Old Qi thought Ning Fan was mocking him and was immediately at a loss for words in shame.

"You said earlier you wouldn’t kill me, so I won’t kill you either—I’ll just cripple your hands. If you want to live, leave now. Otherwise, if you still want to interfere with my business with the Zhao Family, I won’t mind killing you," Ning Fan said again.

Old Qi’s hands were irrevocably damaged, his meridians utterly useless. Without a miracle, his hands were ruined.

And for a Martial Artist, what did the loss of hands mean?

After a moment of silent contemplation, Old Qi struggled to rise, suppressing the intense pain, cupped his fractured hands towards Ning Fan and said, "Thank you, Mr. Ning, for sparing my life."

Then he turned to Zhao Rongfu and said, "Mr. Zhao, with regard to your grudges with Mr. Ning, I am no match for him and shall no longer involve myself."

Upon saying that, Old Qi didn’t hesitate to leave promptly.

"Old Qi! Old Qi, you can’t leave! Old Qi!"

Zhao Xinghui jumped anxiously and yelled loudly from behind.

But knowing how formidable Ning Fan was, how could Old Qi possibly choose to stay and face certain death?

"Zhao Rongfu, do you still want to call for help? If so, I can keep waiting for you," Ning Fan said, not paying attention to Zhao Xinghui but speaking to the ashen-faced Zhao Rongfu.

Zhao Rongfu was silent for a long while before he finally spoke with difficulty, "Ning Fan... let’s negotiate."