The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 282 Ning Fan Can’t Do It Anymore_1

Chapter 282: Chapter 282 Ning Fan Can’t Do It Anymore_1

"Hahaha, Ning Fan, you’re supposed to be so powerful, aren’t you? Weren’t you able to defeat so many experts? Why can’t you do it now?"

Fei Liang saw Ning Fan spitting blood, was filled with delight, and burst into loud laughter—his voice brimming with mockery.

"Damn! Ning Fan can’t hold on!"

"Who would have thought Fei Liang’s strength would be this formidable? Ning Fan defeated so many experts, but in front of Fei Liang, he is just not able to defend himself effectively!"

"Hehehe, truly there is always someone stronger!"

Seeing Ning Fan getting beaten and spitting blood, everyone thought Ning Fan was no match for Fei Liang.

"Hahaha, well done, my love! Don’t be in a rush to kill him! I want to torment him properly, break his limbs, and dismember him slowly in front of everyone! Only that will quell the hatred in my heart! To avenge my father and brother!"

Zhao Xingyan’s expression was excited as she waved her arms forcefully.

...

In a private room on the third floor, Xu Yourong clenched her delicate fist tightly, the mix of shock and concern in her voice evident: "How could this be? How could Ning Fan possibly lose to this guy!"

"I told Ning Fan not to underestimate the enemy. That bastard Fei Liang is going too far!" Su Qingcheng was equally filled with anger and worry, wishing she could go down there and stop the fight herself.

In Mu Wanqing’s room, the shyness that once adorned her face had now faded, replaced only with a disappointed shake of her head, "If you can’t even beat Fei Liang, it seems after all you do not have the ability to fulfill our marriage agreement."

In another private room, Yuan Huaiyi saw Ning Fan spitting blood and kneeling on the ground, and he sighed deeply, his face full of regret, "What a pity, it seems I was too naive after all. There is no one who excels in both medicine and martial arts in this world."

...

On the first floor arena.

Ning Fan knew he was poisoned and chose not to clash head-on with Fei Liang anymore, his spiritual power circulating rapidly within, attempting to suppress the poison.

The poison had to be dealt with after the fight, slowly and carefully.

But as long as he could suppress the toxin, Fei Liang definitely wouldn’t be his match.

However, Fei Liang wouldn’t let Ning Fan have his way. Seeing Ning Fan adopting evasive maneuvers, he immediately knew he was trying to suppress the poison.

"Kid, don’t try to escape, today is your end!"

Fei Liang roared, his palms striking in unison, tumbling through the air, as his figure burst forth with incredible speed towards Ning Fan.

Each palm strike aimed at vital points, every palm filled with powerful inner strength, surging like thunder, incredibly strong.

Being poisoned, Ning Fan’s speed was affected and he couldn’t fully dodge. His spiritual power was obstructed and couldn’t be harnessed properly, so he had to rely solely on his physical strength to confront each palm.

Bang Bang Bang!

Multiple consecutive palms landed, each emitting a dull noise.

With each palm Ning Fan confronted, his complexion turned uglier by a degree, and the flush on his face grew intenser.

"Hahaha! Kid! Just die obediently!"

Fei Liang launched another palm strike, and Ning Fan gritted his teeth to meet it head-on.

Bang!

When their palms collided, Ning Fan could no longer suppress it and was forced to retreat several steps, spewing out a mouthful of black blood with a "wah" sound.

"Ning Fan is going to lose."

"Fei Liang truly lives up to being the Young Alliance Master of the Martial Alliance; his strength is indeed formidable."

"But for Ning Fan to have stood alone until now, he has some capability."

At the edge of the arena, the crowd was abuzz with discussion, all believing Ning Fan would undoubtedly lose, and he was only struggling to hold on.

In the judges’ seats, Hu Xinnian maintained his composure, but regret had already taken root in his heart.

He had not expected Ning Fan to be no match for Fei Liang. Had he known, he wouldn’t have changed the rules of the competition.

It must have been the change in rules that caused Ning Fan to be overly exhausted from the battle of attrition.

But it was too late for regrets now, and Hu Xinnian could only silently pray in his heart that Ning Fan could hold on. If he really couldn’t, then he would have to concede...

As long as Ning Fan didn’t fall off the arena or lose the ability to fight, no one could end this match.

...

Watching Ning Fan spit blood again, Xu Yourong’s expression changed drastically in the private room on the third floor.

She could not hold back anymore, turned around, and rushed towards the door to run to the first floor, but Su Qingcheng grabbed her.

"Yourong, what are you trying to do?" asked Su Qingcheng.

Xu Yourong urgently said, "Ning Fan can’t hold on any longer, I can’t just watch him get beaten to death, I have to tell him to give up the match!"

But Su Qingcheng shook her head and pointed towards the arena, "It hasn’t come to that, look carefully at the situation on the arena, Ning Fan’s condition is gradually improving."

"Improving?" Xu Yourong was stunned for a moment and then looked towards the arena.

She saw Ning Fan steadily being pushed back by Fei Liang’s aggressive offense, and he was now close to the edge of the arena.

"Yourong, look, at the beginning, when he was exchanging palms with Fei Liang, he would be pushed back two or three meters with each palm. If it weren’t for his footwork, he would have fallen off the arena by now. But since a short while ago, whenever he exchanges a palm with Fei Liang, he would at most be pushed back half a meter. This shows that indeed his condition is getting better..."

Hearing Su Qingcheng’s explanation, Xu Yourong’s mind was somewhat eased. She clenched her fists tightly, silently praying for Ning Fan.

"Ning Fan, you can do it, you must win!"

"You have to win the martial evaluation, you have to reach the top three of the Qingyun List, you have to gain my father’s approval... you have to come to my house to ask for my hand in marriage!"

...

On the arena, Ning Fan once again clashed palms with Fei Liang.

This time, he merely swayed slightly, his toes lightly tapping the ground, retreating half a step, and easily deflecting the force of the palm strike.

Ning Fan once again used his power, feeling his body’s condition, confirming the poison had been suppressed.

Although he hadn’t entirely gotten rid of the poison, it was sufficient to continue fighting.

But at this moment, Fei Liang was wholly consumed by excitement, continuing to attack relentlessly without any concern.

In his eyes, Ning Fan was already dead.

"Kid, don’t even think about running away. Once you stepped onto this arena, don’t think about getting off it!"

"I’m telling you, today I came to take revenge for Xingyan! Once I’ve broken your arms and legs, I’ll let Xingyan personally kill you!"

Fei Liang laughed viciously.

Below the stage, Zhao Xingyan was flushed with feverish excitement, her arms waving as she screamed, "Fei Liang, well done! Hurry up and break this bastard’s arms and legs! Cripple him! Kill him!"