The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 464: Defeat the Seventh Rank with a Single Palm_1

Chapter 464: Chapter 464: Defeat the Seventh Rank with a Single Palm_1

"Oh? A Seventh Grade Grandmaster?"

Ning Fan nodded slightly.

A Seventh Grade Grandmaster was indeed the highest level Grandmaster he had encountered so far.

Martial Sects differ from the Martial Dao World in that martial artists within sects, such as Hua Wanliu and others, do not differentiate between Grandmaster ranks. Only the Martial Alliance distinguishes Grandmasters into nine grades.

Even Fei Zhongzhi, the Jiang Province Martial Alliance Leader, was but a Fifth Rank Grandmaster, so Han Yu being a Seventh Grade was considered very high-ranking indeed.

"What’s the matter? Afraid now? If you kneel down and apologize now, retracting your words, I’ll pretend you never said anything," Han Yu scoffed, thinking Ning Fan was scared.

"I also give you the same opportunity. If you kneel before me and beg for mercy now, I will let you return alive to your Martial Arts Grand Alliance. Otherwise, I will treat you as one of Fei Zhongzhi’s accomplices and show no mercy!"

Ning Fan spoke in a cold tone.

Currently, he had no idea what kind of relationship the Martial Arts Grand Alliance had with the Jiang Province Martial Alliance, but if the Martial Arts Grand Alliance insisted on avenging Fei Zhongzhi, he wouldn’t mind annihilating the entire Martial Arts Grand Alliance!

"You arrogant brat! Let me show you the prowess of a Seventh Grade Grandmaster!"

"If you think you can fight me just because you rely on brute talent, then you are gravely mistaken!"

Han Yu snorted coldly, stomped his feet, his figure flashing, creating several afterimages due to his speed.

Each afterimage appeared in a different direction around Ning Fan.

With a loud shout, over ten afterimages simultaneously launched punches towards Ning Fan.

Even before their fists arrived, the tumultuous Inner Strength bombed towards Ning Fan from all directions.

"Master Han, don’t kill him in one go; leave him half alive. He should sign a new contract with us, transferring the shares, right?" Hong Dazhong called out loudly.

"Yeah, Master Han, don’t kill him just yet. I still want to strip his clothes and make him streak in Chu City too!" Hong Jinrui quickly added.

Both father and son thought that with Han Yu making his move, Ning Fan’s death was certain.

"Huh?"

Ning Fan was slightly stunned. He had originally thought that among the Inner Strengths coming from all directions, only one was real.

But out of his expectations, when these Inner Strengths arrived in front of him, he immediately sensed that each one of them was real!

In other words, all these over ten afterimages in front of him were also real!

Every one of them was Han Yu!

"Hahaha! Fool, when the speed reaches a certain level, afterimages are the true body, and the true body is the afterimage. Every one of them is the real me, every attack is real! Boy, despair!"

Laughter from Han Yu echoed from all around.

Over ten streams of Inner Strength simultaneously bombed right in front of Ning Fan.

Han Yu, truly a Seventh Grade Grandmaster, demonstrated crushing superiority over Fei Zhongzhi as soon as he made a move.

However, in front of the current Ning Fan, they were still far from sufficient.

Ning Fan stood still, unexpectedly swung out his hand, and launched a palm strike without warning.

In an instant, the single palm strike from Ning Fan transformed into over a dozen, each palm releasing a wave of Spiritual Power to counter each stream of Inner Strength.

The over ten streams of Inner Strength that Han Yu had launched were real because of their high speed.

The dozen or so palm strikes Ning Fan wielded were also each as real as the next.

Boom, boom, boom...

Over a dozen waves of Spiritual Power, unstoppable, shattered the over ten streams of Inner Strength and then bombarded those over ten afterimages of Han Yu.

"Ah!"

Han Yu let out a scream. Originally phasing into afterimages, he abruptly came to a halt as he was struck by the palm, his whole body knocked out of his high-speed movement.

Thump—

He hit the ground hard, spewing out blood, his face stricken with fear, as he looked down at his chest.

At his chest, right where Ning Fan’s palm had hit, was now sunk in two inches deep!

Who knew how many ribs were broken on his chest, and that wave of Spiritual Power even exploded radially inside his body!

"Waah!"

With another wail, Han Yu vomited out blood like a fountain.

Just one palm strike had already severely injured him.

"How, how, how can this be? What realm are you, you, really? Could it be... an Eighth Rank Grandmaster? How is that possible?" Han Yu’s face was as if he had seen a ghost.

He was a dignified Seventh Grade Grandmaster and had been severely injured by a single palm strike.

What kind of strength did Ning Fan really have?

"Should, should, should, die..."

"How could... it be like this..."

Both Hong Dazhong and Hong Jinrui, father and son, were also struck with immense fear.

They thought Han Yu would easily kill Ning Fan, but unexpectedly, Ning Fan severely injured him with one palm!

Tap, tap, tap...

Ning Fan slowly walked up to Han Yu and said indifferently, "You’re still not kneeling? It seems that your Martial Arts Grand Alliance is hell-bent on avenging Fei Zhongzhi. Since that’s the case..."

Ning Fan’s tone then became cold as his killing intent began to slowly rise.

In the next second, Han Yu’s face, already seriously injured on the ground, drastically changed color. With his last bit of strength, he struggled to get up, then with a thud, he knelt in front of Ning Fan.

"Don’t... don’t... don’t kill me... please, don’t kill me!"

Han Yu pleaded in terror.

He was one of the Martial Arts Grand Alliance’s men from Capital City, one of the people most trusted by Alliance Hierarch Zuo Hanyue. How could he just die in a minor place like Jiang Province?

Moreover, how could he die in such a disgraceful way at the hands of an unknown person like Ning Fan?