The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 339 Sting of the Spirit_1

Chapter 339: Chapter 339 Sting of the Spirit_1

Under the scrutiny of the crowd, Ning Fan painfully convulsed with his head lowered, but he did not fall. Instead, about half a minute later, he lifted his head again.

"The first needle," he said through gritted teeth, his gaze fixed on the Scorpion King.

"You didn’t die? Unbelievable, what kind of constitution do you have?" The Scorpion King also showed a surprised expression.

"Enough talk, release her!" Ning Fan said coldly.

His entire skin was turning red, evidently suffering from the toxin.

The Scorpion King sneered and waved his hand at his subordinates.

Understanding the signal, they let go of Dai Zhenggang.

Dai Zhenggang quickly ran to Ning Fan’s side, concerned, "Mr. Ning, are you alright?"

At this time, the Scorpion King held a hostage and Dai Zhenggang’s men couldn’t be of any use.

"Move back!"

Ning Fan pushed Dai Zhenggang behind him with a swift motion and took a deep breath, then looked at the Scorpion King and said, "Bring it on, the second needle."

A trace of ferocity flashed in the Scorpion King’s eyes, "The second needle!"

Swish!

This needle moved even faster; in the blink of an eye, it pierced Ning Fan’s right arm.

"Ahhhh!"

Ning Fan knelt down on one knee with a violent outcry, unable to suppress his cries of pain as the toxin caused his heart to beat wildly, his complexion now a deep, almost blackish red.

However, Ning Fan quickly recovered, gasping for air, "The... second needle, release her!"

"You’ve got guts, kid. I want to see how many more needles you can take!"

The Scorpion King sneered and ordered his men to release Yu Lu.

Yu Lu rushed to Ning Fan’s side, but before she could speak, Ning Fan directed her to stand by Dai Zhenggang.

Then came the third needle.

Swish!

This needle went straight into Ning Fan’s chest.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

Ning Fan fell to the ground in agony, feeling as if knives were cutting through his entire body.

"Brother!"

Lin Xiaoling was released, her face stained with tears and her eyes red with the urge to endure the pain in place of Ning Fan.

"You’re still not dead, kid?!"

The Scorpion King looked on in amazement, staring at Ning Fan who was struggling in pain on the ground.

Although Ning Fan seemed to be in a lot of pain, it didn’t take long before he was standing again.

"Scorpion King, your three needles didn’t seem as fearsome as I thought," Ning Fan said with a pale face that had turned from red to black and back to white, still mocking with a cold sneer.

The Scorpion King’s face grew dark and cold, "Dare to look down on me! You’re courting death!"

Swish!

The fourth silver needle, shot with hatred, went straight into Ning Fan’s forehead.

"Ahhhhhh!!"

Ning Fan’s eyes violently filled with blood, and he fell backward as if struck by lightning.

Thud!

Ning Fan heavily collapsed onto the ground.

"This... this is... the fourth needle..."

Struggling to stand up with all his might, he pointed at Qing Cheng and said.

The Scorpion King sneered, "Fine, since you’ve taken four needles, I’ll let her go."

"Ning Fan!"

Qing Cheng was released and she was just about to run to Ning Fan when she froze in horror in her tracks.

Ning Fan stood with his arms hanging by his side, motionless as if he had completely run out of breath.

Only by the rise and fall of his chest could one tell he was still breathing.

"Haha, the so-called invincible mammoth Tom could only withstand two of my needles before dying; the top Patron of the Rothschild Family died after three; the strongest man of The Non-Royal Family survived only ten seconds after taking four."

"Ning Fan, I wonder, will you be able to break the record?"

The Scorpion King’s face was full of smugness, as if he had already seen Ning Fan’s end.

But in the next moment, Ning Fan suddenly opened his eyes, his demeanor returning to normal, and the pain on his face swept away. He sneered, "That’s it? Your poison is too weak."

It turned out that Ning Fan had been using his spiritual power to control the toxin from the beginning. Though he couldn’t completely neutralize it after four needles, he had temporarily suppressed it with his spiritual power.

"Damn it, how is this possible? You’ve already taken four of my needles; how can you be completely unaffected?" the Scorpion King exclaimed in shock.

"You talk too much!"

With a faint voice, Ning Fan moved swiftly and appeared in front of the Scorpion King, imprinting a light palm on him as his spiritual power burst out explosively.

"Puh!"

The Scorpion King spat out blood violently, flew backward, and smashed heavily onto the ground.

Drip! Drip! Drip!

Ning Fan slowly walked forward, his right palm gathering spiritual power as he spoke in a cold voice, "Any last words?"

"My last words are... go to hell!"

The Scorpion King sneered, spouting blood again while his aura suddenly soared.

"Sting of the Spirit!"

With a fierce shout from the Scorpion King, a huge scorpion phantom emerged from his body, and its dreadful tail shot out straight toward Ning Fan.

"Is this... spiritual power?"

Ning Fan’s eyes narrowed, having never encountered a spiritual power attack before, and instinctively dodged.

But the tail made of spiritual force charged forward, piercing the air and striking right in front of Qing Cheng.

Qing Cheng had no time to dodge and was struck in the head by the tail.

"Ugh!"

Qing Cheng groaned, clutching her head in pain and collapsing backward.

"Miss Su!"

Ning Fan’s face turned pale in shock.

"Haha! Struck by the Sting of the Spirit, anyone will become an idiot!" the Scorpion King roared with laughter, "Your woman will become an idiot! You will become an idiot too! No one can block my Sting of the Spirit! Fools, this is my Scorpion King’s trump card!"