The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 393: Martial Alliance and Martial Sects_1

Chapter 393: Chapter 393: Martial Alliance and Martial Sects_1

"Who are you? If you dare touch me, my boyfriend won’t let you off!"

Xu Yourong’s face turned cold as she rebuked in anger.

Though she was weak, the aura of a daughter from a prestigious family was unmistakable when facing such a scoundrel.

This, however, only attracted the young man even more.

"Little beauty, you have a boyfriend? Don’t lie to me. Where is he?" The young man teased with a mocking smile, about to approach Xu Yourong.

"Stop right there!"

Just then, a loud shout came from ahead.

Following that, Ge Dishuo, who had gone ahead to scout, ran back with large strides and stood before the young man, bellowing furiously, "Kid, I advise you to stay away from Miss Xu, or you’ll definitely regret it!"

"So, little beauty, your surname is Xu, huh? Heh heh."

The young man laughed nonchalantly, looking at Ge Dishuo without a trace of politeness, "Are you Miss Xu’s boyfriend? If you hand her over to me, I can offer you something nice, a fifty-year-old ginseng? Or maybe an eighty-year-old Lingzhi? You choose."

"Kid, I’m not Miss Xu’s boyfriend, but I won’t let you insult Miss Xu like this!"

Ge Dishuo roared angrily and reached for a talisman paper, about to ignite it and throw it at the young man.

"Idiot, are you trying to start a fight with me?" The young man sneered coldly, striking like lightning. With a punch and a kick, he sent Ge Dishuo flying.

Ge Dishuo was nothing but a street swindler, barely proficient in some inferior talisman methods. Clearly, the young man was a strong martial artist; at such close range, how could Ge Dishuo be his opponent?

After effortlessly sending Ge Dishuo flying, the young man walked triumphantly towards Xu Yourong and reached out to touch her.

"Ning Fan!" Xu Yourong instinctively yelled out.

Whoosh!

The next second, a gust of wind was heard.

Bang!

Then a muffled sound followed, and the young man felt a pain in his chest. His vision blurred, and he was suddenly sent flying ten meters away.

It was Ning Fan who had returned.

"Ning Fan." Xu Yourong immediately felt a sense of safety.

"Miss Xu, don’t be afraid, nothing will happen," Ning Fan reassured her.

The young man struggled to get up, looking at Ning Fan in shock and anger, "Kid, who are you? Daring to strike at me? Do you have any idea who I am?"

"My name is Ning Fan, and you harassed my girlfriend. No matter who you are, it’s only right for me to hit you," Ning Fan stated coldly.

"Ning Fan? Which sect are you from? What’s your master’s name?" The young man frowned slightly as if pondering.

"Sect? I don’t belong to any sect, nor do I have a master," Ning Fan replied.

His power was a legacy from his mother, so naturally, he had no master.

After clashing with people from the Martial Alliance a few times, he also knew that the Martial Dao World was actually divided into the Martial Alliance and various Martial Sects.

The Martial Alliance was more worldly, an alliance composed of martial artists who mingled in secular society and had a semi-official nature.

The Martial Sects, on the other hand, were detached from secular society, nestled in famous mountains and rivers or in Cave Heavens and Blessed Lands, and they had much less contact with the secular world.

But the Martial Sects were far stronger than the Martial Alliance because many of the martial artists in the Martial Alliance, indulging in wealth and pleasures in the secular world, had long lost the drive to become stronger.

"No sect? So you’re just a wild practitioner? But you do have brute strength," the young man said, relaxing a bit after hearing Ning Fan say he had no sect or master. Bearing the sharp pain in his chest, he stepped forward again, arrogantly speaking, "Listen here, kid surnamed Ning, my name is Yuan Wugang, and I am the chief disciple of Baji Gate! I’ve fallen for this beautiful Miss Xu at first sight. If you clear off and don’t mess with the good thing between Miss Xu and me, then I might consider introducing you to Baji Gate as a disciple, how about it?"

"If you kneel down and apologize right now, and then clear off, I might also consider sparing you. Otherwise, it doesn’t matter if it’s Baji Gate, Jiji Gate, or Shiji Gate, I’ll make sure you all end up as Dead Dog Gate," Ning Fan said coldly.

"Kid, insulting Baji Gate? You’re seeking death!"

Yuan Wugang bellowed furiously, stomped his foot on the ground, and charged towards Ning Fan, roaring, "Witness the ultimate skill of Baji Gate, Baji Collapse!"

He still thought that Ning Fan merely possessed brute strength, and his previous flight through the air was only because he was caught off guard.

"Idiot."

Ning Fan said coldly as Spiritual Power flowed within his body, and he threw a punch to meet the attack.

Bang!

A muffled sound was heard, and Yuan Wugang was sent flying back at a speed even faster than before.

He crashed through several large trees, which could have been embraced by two people, before finally slamming heavily into the trunk of an even larger ancient tree.

"You, you you you, who on earth are you?"

Yuan Wugang struggled to get up, spitting blood, clearly severely injured.

This time, he wouldn’t foolishly think that Ning Fan merely had brute strength.

As the main disciple of Baji Gate, his own strength was extraordinary.

Even his master, an elder of Baji Gate, couldn’t injure him to this extent with a single punch.

Could this kid’s strength possibly be greater than that of his master?

"I’ve already said, my name is Ning Fan," Ning Fan said indifferently.

"Fine, the green hills will not change, the green waters will forever flow, I will remember you, I take my leave."

Yuan Wugang dropped a fierce line, intending to leave.

"I also said, you need to kneel and apologize before I’ll let you scram, otherwise, I won’t let you off so easily," Ning Fan stated indifferently once more.

"I, Yuan Wugang, am the main disciple of Baji Gate! You want me to kneel and apologize to you? In your dreams!"

Yuan Wugang’s face turned white, but he still roared defiantly.

Bang!

The next second, Ning Fan moved his foot and kicked a pebble on the ground towards Yuan Wugang’s head at a lightning speed!

Woosh!

The pebble grazed Yuan Wugang’s scalp, cleanly shaving the hair in the center of his head!

Whiz!

Then it penetrated the ancient tree behind him, wide enough for three or four people to embrace, and flew off into the distance.

Plop!

Yuan Wugang, frightened to an ashen face, went weak at the knees and knelt down.

"Please, please, please spare my life! Big brother, great sir, I was wrong, I failed to recognize a great man, I shouldn’t have been rude to your girlfriend, please forgive me, please spare me!"

Yuan Wugang turned around, looking at the ancient tree pierced by the pebble, touched his bald scalp, and immediately felt an immense fear, wailing in a mixture of tears and trembling fear.

The so-called aura of the main disciple of Baji Gate instantly vanished without a trace.

If that pebble had been half an inch lower, it could have blown his head off!

How could he not be afraid?

"Did I just mention kneeling down?" Ning Fan’s cold voice rang out.