The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 410: One Against Three Hundred_1

Chapter 410: Chapter 410: One Against Three Hundred_1

"Miss Xu, hold on to me tight."

Ning Fan wrapped his left arm around Xu Yourong, and with his right hand, he unleashed a raging torrent of Spiritual Power in one direction, sending a dozen Martial Artists in that direction flying simultaneously.

Then, he wrapped his arm around Xu Yourong and stamped his foot, the two of them rushing towards a corner of the square like the wind.

"Don’t let him get away!"

"Ha ha! That Ning kid is so stupid; he’s running into a dead end!"

"Everybody, stay calm. Just block the estate’s gate, and he won’t be able to escape. We can play a game of cat and mouse!"

The crowd followed, mocking loudly as they chased after them.

Soon, two to three hundred Martial Artists cornered Ning Fan and Xu Yourong at the edge of the estate, their aura ferocious, their killing intent sky-high.

Not a trace of shame on anyone’s face.

What there was, was all greed and cruelty!

"Miss Xu, don’t be afraid. As long as I don’t fall, you are safe."

Ning Fan placed Xu Yourong in the corner and turned to stand in front of her, his face transforming from tenderness to indifference in an instant. It was a coldness towards life itself.

As if the two to three hundred Martial Artists charging at him were no longer human, but a pack of damn wolves!

At the back of the crowd, Elder Shi’s expression was icy as he silently slipped several red Elixirs out of his sleeve.

He pinched a crack in the red Elixirs, then flicked them into the crowd with his fingers.

Pop pop pop...

The Elixirs shot into the crowd and burst silently, a faint red mist rising slowly and then being inhaled through the noses and mouths of the Martial Artists present.

"Kill!"

A Martial Artist with excellent lightness skills charged to the front. Initially, he was hesitant, planning to watch and wait for others to make the first move.

But after inhaling the red mist, his heart inexplicably became irritable.

’Damn it, I can’t wait any longer. If someone else kills Ning Fan, I’ll get nothing!’

’Kill, just kill!’

’After killing this Ning Fan, I’ll get the Wanhua Elixir and the Wanhua Command!’

"Go to hell!"

That Martial Artist’s mind was filled with countless thoughts; he could no longer hold back and rushed forward with a roar, launching a punch at Ning Fan, eager to strike first.

"You’re the one who will die."

Ning Fan responded indifferently, throwing a punch to meet the attacker.

Thump!

There was a dull sound, and half of the person’s body burst open from the powerful Spiritual Power, with blood, flesh, and bones splattering onto the Martial Artists behind him, but this did not deter those behind even slightly.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"He’s just one person, no matter how strong, he is no match for so many of us!"

"Don’t be afraid, everyone. He must be at his limit after fighting for so long. We can wear him down with numbers!"

Under the temptation of the Wanhua Elixir and Wanhua Command, and affected by the red mist, the blood did not cool the Martial Artists’ jets. Instead, they became even more frenzied, each of them fearlessly rushing forward.

Thump thump thump...

Ning Fan threw his fists in unison, punch after punch, either killing the Martial Artists who rushed him on the spot or sending them flying with severe injuries.

Boom boom boom...

He spared no reserve of Spiritual Power, blasting through the Inner Strength of the Martial Artists with ease.

One after another, the Martial Artists died before Ning Fan, victims of their own greed.

The Thunderbolt Body Tempering Art was fully activated, Ning Fan’s body constantly taking damage but also continuously healing.

He kept pouring Spiritual Liquid into his mouth, his Spiritual Power being rapidly depleted and then quickly replenished.

Ning Fan had to protect Xu Yourong behind him, so he could not dodge, could not retreat. He could only block!

So, even though his body was far superior to those of the Martial Artists, his injuries accumulated like ants overwhelming an elephant.

Watching Ning Fan battle bloodily before her, Xu Yourong felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife. Yet, she bit down on her lip, refusing to make the slightest sound.

Because she was afraid that if she made a noise, it would distract Ning Fan!

For the first time, Xu Yourong felt regret in her heart.

She regretted being injured. If she were not, Ning Fan would not have had to seek medicine for her and fallen into such peril.

She regretted being an ordinary person. If she were a Martial Artist, she could fight alongside Ning Fan, instead of being protected behind him, a burden to him!

Meanwhile, as Ning Fan kept slaughtering Martial Artists, the two to three hundred present had quickly been reduced by more than half.

Lu Chenzi, the Silver Sword Scholar, Xia Jiuren, and Zhang Tian exchanged glances.

They had been waiting, hiding behind the crowd, conserving their strength, waiting for Ning Fan to exhaust his.

"The timing is almost right. If you don’t take action now, the Wanhua Elixir and Wanhua Command will end up in someone else’s hands," Elder Shi said deliberately with a light tone from behind the crowd.

"Kongtong Seven-Injuries Fist!"

"Sword Qi Thirteen Kills!"

"Nine-Blade Chain Saber!"

"Celestial Master’s spell, Meteor Fire Rain!"

Lu Chenzi, the Silver Sword Scholar, Xia Jiuren, and Zhang Tian roared in unison, unleashing their ultimate techniques at Ning Fan, though still careful to maintain a distance, remembering Ning Fan’s prowess.

Boom boom boom...

Ning Fan stood his ground, his form erect, his arms spread wide, dodging nothing, taking on the full force of the four men’s attacks with his body.

Thump thump thump...

In an instant, blood burst from countless wounds on Ning Fan’s body, and even with the fifth layer of the Thunderbolt Body Tempering Art, he was struggling to withstand the barrage.

"Ha ha! This kid is going to die!"

"Kill this brat, and the Wanhua Elixir and Wanhua Command are mine!"

"Kill! Kill! Whoever beheads Ning Fan first gets the Wanhua Elixir and Wanhua Command!"

Delighted at the sight, the four were worried about being outdone by the others and, throwing caution to the wind, they charged madly towards Ning Fan, determined to behead him.