The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 283 Turning Defeat Into Victory_1

Chapter 283: Chapter 283 Turning Defeat Into Victory_1

At this moment, Zhao Xingyan was ranting like a madwoman on drugs.

Just thinking about how she was about to avenge her father and brother, her body trembled with excitement!

"Hahaha, good! Xingyan, watch how I personally cripple this kid!"

Fei Liang felt that his ferocious assault had nearly exhausted Ning Fan’s strength.

He pushed off the ground forcefully with his legs, leaping into the air, soaring four to five meters high.

"Boy! Prepare to die!"

Fei Liang pushed his right palm forward, concentrating his robust inner strength. This was his finishing move, ready to completely take out Ning Fan.

The palm wind howled, thunderously descending!

A cruel smile filled his face, as if he could already see Ning Fan crippled by his own hand!

But as he descended from the sky, aiming the palm at Ning Fan, he saw Ning Fan suddenly lift his head, a cold smile curling at his lips.

Huh?

A sudden alarm went off in Fei Liang’s heart.

The next second, before Fei Liang could react, Ning Fan’s right palm struck out fiercely, unleashing the power that had been building up without any reservation!

Bang!

Accompanied by a dull sound, Fei Liang’s body flew away like a kite with its string cut, landing far away.

Boom!

He crashed heavily onto the platform, the marble floor shattering into a spiderweb of cracks.

Wow!

Fei Liang struggled to get up, a torrent of fresh blood spouting out, and he looked down at his right palm.

His right palm was a mangled mess of flesh and blood, tendons and bones shattered inch by inch, the entire right arm nearly useless, hanging limply from his shoulder, completely immobile.

"My hand! My hand! Ahhhhhh!!!"

Fei Liang screamed in shock and anger, his pain shrill.

As a martial artist, having an arm disabled foreshadowed a grim future.

Below the platform, the crowd was dumbfounded, their jaws nearly hitting the floor.

"What just happened?"

"Wasn’t that kid about to lose? How did he end up breaking Fei Liang’s hand?"

"The devil’s alive, am I seeing things?!"

Fei Liang was panting heavily, now looking at Ning Fan with a gaze that had lost its previous superiority, filled with horror instead.

"You, you’ve already been poisoned, haven’t you?"

Crippling his own right arm, didn’t seem like he was poisoned at all?

"Even poisoned, I can beat you."

Ning Fan suppressed the poison, stepped forward, and soared up, landing another palm on Fei Liang.

Fei Liang was terrified, trying to dodge but completely unable to, instinctively reaching out his left hand to block.

Thud!

As their palms collided, Ning Fan’s spiritual power erupted from his palm center, causing Fei Liang’s left palm to burst open instantly.

Crack!

Spiritual power surged upward, twisting Fei Liang’s left arm into a grotesque shape, with several blood arrows splattering from the arm.

Ning Fan’s palm strike had destroyed all the meridians in Fei Liang’s left arm!

Even if it was reattached, with the meridians blocked, the arm would be nothing but a display piece!

"Ahhhh! My hand!!!"

"It hurts!!! You damned bastard!"

Fei Liang screamed in agony, as Young Alliance Master, he had never experienced such pain.

Taking advantage of Ning Fan’s retracted palm, he immediately scrambled toward the edge of the platform to escape.

Just escaping the platform would count as a loss for him, the match would end, and Ning Fan could no longer attack him!

It was no longer about winning or losing, but a matter of life and death!

But how could Ning Fan let him escape?

With a light tap of his toe, Ning Fan caught up in an instant, shattering Fei Liang’s left knee with a single kick.

Thump!

Fei Liang crashed to the ground heavily, and just as he was about to beg for mercy, Ning Fan’s foot was already pressing down on his broken leg.

Crack!

Listening to that crisp sound, everyone below the platform winced, as if they were in pain too.

"My leg! My leg!!!!"

Fei Liang’s face twisted from the excruciating pain, and now beyond caring about his image, he lay on the ground, pleading bitterly with Ning Fan.

"Ning Fan, please, I have no enmity with you, it was all Zhao Xingyan forcing me to do this!"

"Spare me, spare me! From now on, we each walk on our separate paths, and I’ll never trouble you again!"

Ning Fan sneered, "If I hadn’t beaten you just now, and begged you for mercy, would you have spared me?"

Fei Liang knew this meant Ning Fan wouldn’t spare him, and his expression turned vicious.

"Ning Fan, think carefully before you act! I am the son of the Jiang Province Martial Alliance Leader!"

"If you dare to harm a single hair on my head, my father will never let you go!"

"By then, he will personally take action, and neither you nor anyone close to you will escape! You’ll all die!"

"Really? That does sound terrifying."

Ning Fan spoke indifferently, his gaze turning even colder.

"Hmph, it’s good that you’re afraid!"

Fei Liang, not noticing the coldness in Ning Fan’s eyes, thought Ning Fan was truly afraid, and arrogantly suggested, "Now, if you obediently take me to the hospital, and kowtow to apologize, I might consider sparing your life..."

The next second, without letting him finish, Ning Fan lifted his right foot and stomped down, directly crushing Fei Liang’s right leg.

Crack!

With a crisp sound, Fei Liang’s right leg was completely broken by Ning Fan.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh! My leg! You mongrel! I swear I will kill you!"

Fei Liang was caught off guard, his face twisting with pain as he howled in madness.

He wanted to flee, but with all four limbs broken, he could only wriggle on the ground like a maggot.

Below the platform, Zhao Xingyan’s face also drastically changed. Seeing Fei Liang in such a state, she knew Ning Fan would not let her go, and she turned to run.

"Thinking of escaping?"

Ning Fan sneered, kicking Fei Liang’s body.

Bam!

Fei Liang’s body instantly shot out like a cannonball, striking the fleeing Zhao Xingyan.