The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 400 Five-Man Ambush_1

Chapter 400: Chapter 400 Five-Man Ambush_1

Four men with differing expressions suddenly appeared from four different directions, surrounding Ning Fan and Xu Yourong in the middle.

All of them had previously traded medicinal materials with Ning Fan.

"Little Brother Ning, let me reintroduce them to you, these are my friends."

"Kongtong Sect, Kongtong Divine Fist Zhao Aotian..."

"Vajra Sect, Little Vajra Dadu..."

"Forging Blade Gate, Great Saber Black Fifth..."

"Heavenly Master Path, Junior Heavenly Master Zhang..."

"And lastly, there’s me, Divine Sword Villa, Swift Sword He Feng!"

He Feng had a smug and sinister look on his face, viewing Ning Fan as if he were a dead fish on a chopping board.

"Ning Fan, be careful..." whispered Xu Yourong softly as a warning.

Ning Fan gently squeezed Xu Yourong’s hand to signal her not to worry, then looked at the five men with a cold sneer and said indifferently, "Didn’t you just trade medicinal materials with me? I suppose you don’t have any other materials on hand, do you?"

"Hahaha! Ning, you fool, don’t tell me you actually believed I wanted to trade medicinal materials with you?"

He Feng suddenly burst into loud laughter.

The other four also curled their lips upward, revealing mocking cold smiles.

"Since you have no materials to trade, then I’ll be leaving," Ning Fan said indifferently.

"Leaving? Can you leave?"

"You want to leave? Hehe, leave behind all your Spiritual Liquid, and perhaps we’ll consider letting you go!"

"Just leaving the Spiritual Liquid is not enough, you’ll also have to leave the recipe for making the Spiritual Liquid!"

"And that little beauty beside you, she also needs to stay, hehe!"

The four, He Feng included, sneered coldly, treating Ning Fan like a lamb to the slaughter.

"You want to rob my Spiritual Liquid? You also want the recipe for my Spiritual Liquid? And you even dare to speak indecently to my girlfriend?"

Ning Fan’s expression turned colder, "That might cost you your lives."

"Foolish boy, I’ve inquired about you. Aren’t you just a bit strong? You defeated those wastes from Baji Gate at the gate of the estate, right?"

"We are not like those wastes from Baji Gate. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll kneel down right now, hand over the Spiritual Liquid and the recipe, and leave your woman behind, then get lost!"

"Otherwise, we’ll kill you, take your Spiritual Liquid from your corpse, and play with your woman!"

The four, unabashedly shameless and cruel, declared.

"Enough talk, come if you want to seek death." Ning Fan took Xu Yourong and retreated two steps, using a large tree to shield her back.

"Whoever kills this brat gets half of the Spiritual Liquid!"

In his impatience, He Feng shouted loudly, stamped his foot, and shot straight towards Ning Fan.

He arrived in front of Ning Fan with a longsword in hand, thrusting it toward Ning Fan’s chest!

True to his nickname, Swift Sword He Feng, his speed was as fast as lightning, suddenly appearing in front of Ning Fan with dozens of sword flowers quivering from his hand in an instant.

These sword flowers, formed by his exceedingly fast strikes, were all seemingly illusions, yet each one could just as well be real!

Dozens of sword flowers swarmed over Ning Fan from all directions.

"Haha, no matter where you try to dodge, you can’t escape!"

He Feng sneered viciously, as if he had already seen Ning Fan being pierced by his sword and killed.

In his heart, he was already somewhat regretful, thinking he should not have called the others, so that after killing Ning Fan, he wouldn’t have to share the benefits with them.

Yet Ning Fan made no move to dodge, just impassively stretched out two fingers.

"Fool! Watch me slice off your hand first!" He Feng scoffed.

But in the next instant, his smile froze on his face.

Ning Fan’s two extended fingers suddenly became dozens, even hundreds of fingers.

Then, every pair of fingers caught one sword flower!

All of the sword flowers and finger phantoms vanished in an instant.

"Damn it! How is it possible? How can his speed be faster than mine?"

He Feng was shocked to his core.

Bang!

Then, a crisp sound rang out, as Ning Fan’s two fingers, powered by Spiritual Power, abruptly broke He Feng’s longsword in two.

Immediately afterward, Ning Fan flicked his fingers, and half of the broken sword shot towards He Feng.

In his desperation, He Feng rolled away like a donkey, narrowly avoiding vital points, but the broken sword still pierced through his right chest, causing him to spew out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Haha! He Feng, you’re not up to par, watch me!"

No sooner had He Feng rolled to the side than Kongtong Divine Fist Zhao Aotian rushed to Ning Fan’s front, and from two meters away, he launched a palm strike through the air, his overwhelming Inner Strength surging towards Ning Fan like a tidal wave.

Ning Fan snorted coldly and struck out with a palm filled with Spiritual Power, easily penetrating Zhao Aotian’s oncoming Inner Strength and sending him flying dozens of meters away.

"Face my Five-Ring Great Saber!"

A fierce shout erupted from the left as Great Saber Black Fifth hoisted a Long Saber over three meters long and half a meter wide with both hands, slashing diagonally at Ning Fan, each of the five copper rings on the saber clashing with each other to produce a chilling sound.

"How could such trinkets have any effect on me?"

Ning Fan responded dismissively, gathering Spiritual Power in his right fist and punching out towards the incoming saber.

Boom!

A loud explosion resounded.

Ning Fan stood firm and unmoved, while Black Fifth was sent flying back like a cannonball, crashing through several large trees before coming to a stop.

His three-meter Long Saber twirled in the air for a while before plummeting to the ground, sticking askew.

And on that finely crafted blade, there was a fist-sized hole!