The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 280: Fei Liang’s Conspiracy_1

Chapter 280: Chapter 280: Fei Liang’s Conspiracy_1

The crowd roared with laughter, and Kong Tiansheng’s face instantly burned with humiliation, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into.

"Ning Fan, don’t be so arrogant! Our Hong Family Patron is not a vegetarian!"

Upon seeing this, Hong Jinrui immediately sent out his family’s Patron, hoping for a war of attrition against Ning Fan.

He refused to believe that this kid was truly made of iron and could last indefinitely without tiring.

The Hong Family Patron was a short man who immediately adopted a defensive stance upon getting onstage.

"Kid, I see you have some strength, try and break through my Hard Qigong!"

He too was a First Rank Grandmaster, and his practice of Hard Qigong meant that ordinary techniques simply could not breach his defenses.

"Good, I’ll give it a try right now."

Ning Fan stepped forward a few paces, and seeing that his opponent really just stood there on defense, he found it somewhat amusing.

His right fist clenched tight, Spiritual Power surged, and he suddenly charged forward.

His fist swung out in midair and hammered heavily on the chest of the Hong Family Patron.

"Hmph!"

The Hong Family Patron couldn’t hold his breath and was instantly hammered so intensely that his practice was disrupted; he was sent flying backward, beginning to vomit blood while still in midair.

He struggled to lift his head as he landed on the ground, looking at Ning Fan, opening his mouth as if to say something.

But before he could speak, darkness engulfed his vision, and he fell backwards.

He lost even faster than that Ding brother!

Hong Jinrui was stunned. How could his family’s Patron be so fragile?

Laughter echoed from the audience seats. It was clear to them that the Hong Family Patron had intended to use his Hard Qigong to wear down Ning Fan.

While such a strategy normally had no issue, Ning Fan’s strength was formidable, and he had broken the Patron’s practice with a single punch.

It made the Hong Family Patron look like a clown who had come on stage only to go through the motions.

Hong Jinrui’s face burned with embarrassment, equally wishing he could find a hole to crawl into.

Afterward, Ning Fan continued to accept challenges.

One challenger after another stepped up and quickly fell in defeat.

In less than half an hour, he had defeated over a dozen challengers.

Many were Grandmaster Experts who thought they had considerable strength, only to be sent scurrying in total disarray, a humiliating sight.

Hu Xinnian couldn’t stand to watch any longer and suggested, "Gentlemen, even in a challenge match, there should be a halftime break. Otherwise, how can the martial evaluation be considered fair?"

Such a competition format was clearly targeted at Ning Fan, and as a referee who couldn’t favor Ning Fan, the only thing he could do was try to find a way to help Ning Fan from this aspect.

Ning Fan looked at Hu Xinnian with appreciation but shook his head, "There’s no need, let them keep coming."

At this time, a staff member approached the stage and said to Ning Fan, "Mr. Ning! Have a drink, take a sip of water and then continue to clean them up!"

As he spoke, he also handed over a bottle of mineral water.

Ning Fan took it and drank a couple of sips, thanked him, and prepared to continue facing the challenges.

Beneath the stage, Kong Tiansheng and Hong Jinrui huddled together, their faces looking so grim they seemed about to drip water.

Their people had all lost, and lost miserably at that.

Neither of them making it onto the Qingyun List was secondary, but their families’ reputations were thoroughly tarnished!

But faced with the formidable Ning Fan, they had no solution and could only stew in silent frustration.

Around the ring, others exchanged glances, each hoping someone else would step up first; for a moment, no one dared to challenge.

In a third-floor private room, seeing the situation, Zhao Xingyan, click-clacking in her high heels, made her way down to the first floor to find Fei Liang.

"What are you doing? Why haven’t you taken action yet to cripple that kid? Are you waiting for him to defeat all challengers?" Zhao Xingyan demanded angrily.

Fei Liang sneered viciously, "My dear, there’s no rush. I have everything arranged; this kid will soon be dead by my hand!"

Then he summoned a Martial Alliance Grandmaster and instructed, "Chen Fang, remember my words. Once on stage, be steady and prudent. Don’t be reckless. You have to stall for time; drain this guy for as long as possible."

Chen Fang’s face twisted into a ferocious smile as he nodded vigorously, "Young Alliance Master, rest assured, I will certainly exhaust this kid’s Inner Strength!"

Immediately after, he stepped onto the stage to challenge Ning Fan.

Seeing someone else continue the challenge, the crowd immediately perked up.

"Kid, I am a Second Rank Grandmaster. You might have defeated those First Rank Grandmasters, but that only puts you at my level at best! It won’t be easy to defeat me," Chen Fang said in a deep voice.

"Easy or not, let’s find out," Ning Fan replied.

"Kid, don’t think it will be as easy as before. I’ve come to drain all your Inner Strength. Soon, our Young Alliance Master will personally step on stage to cripple you," Chen Fang said, lowering his voice and sneering.

Ning Fan raised an eyebrow, "Really? But I don’t have any Inner Strength. How do you plan to drain me?"

In Ning Fan’s body surged Spiritual Power, far superior and more powerful than Inner Strength, something Chen Fang could not possibly understand.

"Haha, nonsensical, then let’s have a go and see!"

Chen Fang snorted coldly, a surge of Inner Strength billowing around him as he charged forth!

Just as he reached Ning Fan, he abruptly stopped and threw out a white glow with his hand.

Inner Strength leaving the body! Killing someone invisibly!

Ning Fan didn’t dodge; he wrapped his right palm in Spiritual Power and smacked the Inner Strength away.

Chen Fang didn’t expect his sneak attack would do much to Ning Fan. Stamping his foot, he closed the distance in an instant, his palms thundering with force.

Boom boom boom!

Each palm carried robust Inner Strength, with a towering presence like a mountain bearing down. If it were the first Inner Strength Peak practitioner, he probably couldn’t have withstood even a single palm and would have been defeated.

Ning Fan didn’t strike back but lightly tapped his toes, dodging the other’s blows.