The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 395: Baji Gate Master_1

Chapter 395: Chapter 395: Baji Gate Master_1

"Kid, only now you realize how ruthless Baji Gate can be?" the disciple snarled. "If you’ve offended Baji Gate, then let us break your hands and feet, destroy your meridians!"

"Since you’re in this with the old man, kneel down too," another disciple added mockingly. "Kowtow a hundred times, let us break your limbs, and only then will we spare you both. What do you say?"

"Dare to impersonate someone from Baji Gate?" a disciple shouted. "Today, we’ll kill the chicken to scare the monkey and bolster our sect’s might! Kid, it’s just your bad luck running into us!"

A few Baji Gate disciples, with a vicious look, surrounded Ning Fan, ready to strike.

At that moment, Xu Yourong stepped forward and said, "Let’s talk this over. Yes, our companion pretended to be from your sect, which is our fault, and we can apologize for that. But do you really need to break his limbs and destroy his meridians?"

She still held an attitude of peacekeeping, not wanting Ning Fan to make further enemies with Baji Gate.

Only then did a few Baji Gate disciples take notice of Xu Yourong, leering at her suggestively.

"Beautiful lady, an apology can be made," they said with a sneer. "Kiss each of us, and your companion will be spared. How about that?"

"One kiss won’t do, three for each!"

"Three are not enough, each of us gets to kiss her!"

With no restraint, several Baji Gate disciples began to harass Xu Yourong openly.

Ning Fan’s expression turned icy.

Initially, it was Ge Dishuo who was at fault, but these disciples not only gave him a beating but were set on crippling him, forcing Ning Fan to kneel, and now they even dared to harass Xu Yourong?

"Withdraw your words immediately and apologize to my girlfriend," Ning Fan demanded coldly as he pulled Xu Yourong behind him, glaring at the disciples.

"You, a clanless martial artist, dare to be impolite with us?" the leading disciple taunted. "I suggest you kneel right now, and don’t interfere with our ’conversation’ with the beauty, or we’ll break your limbs immediately!"

The mocking laughter of the Baji Gate disciples continued as the muscular leader raised his hand and brought it down towards Ning Fan’s head, the inner strength exploding forth like a mountain’s weight intended to forcefully make Ning Fan kneel!

"Seeking death."

With a chill in his voice, Ning Fan raised his hand and swept it.

Boom!

A blast of spiritual power struck the leader’s chest, amazingly faster than his attack.

The man was propelled backward as if shot from a cannon, spewing blood with a ’wah’ even before he hit the ground.

Then, with a thud, he crashed into a massive stone lion to the left of the gate and slumped to the ground like a rag doll.

"Damn it! Everyone, attack together!"

"Show no mercy! Cripple the brat!"

The other Baji Gate disciples screamed and charged in unison.

"Eight Extremes Collapse Fist!"

"Eight Extremes Chain Kick!"

"Iron Mountain Eight Extremes Palm!"

The disciples roared, releasing their techniques.

Ning Fan snorted coldly and faced the attackers with only his hands, throwing a series of punches.

Boom boom boom...

There was no fancy footwork, just a series of dull impacts, and the disciples were swiftly and efficiently knocked back.

"Damn brat... daring to lay a hand on Baji Gate, don’t you run! I’ll go call the seniors to deal with you!"

The Baji Gate disciples hurled threats as they turned and fled into the estate.

Because they were disciples of Baji Gate, the guards at the gate did not stop them.

Two minutes later they returned, furious, with a tall, handsome man following them.

"Senior Brother, it’s this damn kid! He not only hurt us but insulted our Baji Gate!" the disciples cried to the man behind them.

"Senior Brother, please break this kid’s hands and feet so he kneels at this gate for three days—a warning to others and a boost to our sect’s prestige," they urged the Senior Brother as they rushed in front of Ning Fan.

"Dare to insult Baji Gate at this medicinal exchange gate, kid, right now you will kneel..." The Senior Brother had been striding forward angrily, bellowing a command.

But upon seeing Ning Fan’s face, his voice stopped abruptly, like a drake whose throat had been cut.

The next second, he rushed past his juniors, hands flying, slapping his disciples across their faces.

"Shut the hell up, all of you!" the Senior Brother roared, his face ashen with anger.

"Senior Brother, why are you hitting us?" the disciples asked, holding their faces in bafflement.

"Senior Brother, did you hit the wrong person?" another said.

"The ones I’m hitting are you blind fools!" The Senior Brother bellowed. "Kneel down and apologize to Lord Ning!"

With a few punches and kicks, he had all the disciples groveling on the ground.

He then cautiously approached Ning Fan, a smile on his face but terror in his heart, pleading, "Lord Ning, my apologies, my brothers were blind and have offended you, please don’t be angry!"

"Oh, it’s you? The top disciple of Baji Gate, Yuan Wugang." Ning Fan looked at the Senior Brother and said with a sarcastic smile.