The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 662: Array Master_1

Chapter 662: Chapter 662: Array Master_1

Boom!

The earth suddenly trembled, followed by powerful streams of Inner Strength surging from their bodies, moving about swiftly as if they were alive.

Then, a layer of light emerged from the ground and instantly enveloped both Huo Erba and Ning Fan within it.

The formidable might crashed down, and the heavy pressure, like a great mountain, toppled Huo Erba to the ground in an instant.

Even as a Body Tempering Grandmaster, he was utterly helpless against such terrifying pressure.

"Ha ha ha ha, idiot, did you really think I came here to fight you head-on?"

Zhao Meng laughed triumphantly as his strategy succeeded.

"This Formation was set up by the Array Masters I hired for a hefty sum. Even a Great Grandmaster would be affected!"

Huo Erba let out continuous low growls within the Formation, his body straining to stand up.

But the more he struggled, the stronger the pressure became, causing his bones to creak ominously as if they might burst at any moment.

"Idiot, the more you resist inside this Formation, the greater the pressure becomes. Soon, you will be crushed into a pulp."

Zhao Meng sneered coldly, turning to look at Ning Fan and then paused.

While arranging the Formation, he had deliberately trapped Ning Fan at its very center, where the pressure was intense.

By all logic, Ning Fan should have been kneeling on the ground by now, but there he was, standing perfectly fine.

"Looks like your Formation isn’t very effective," Ning Fan said, nonchalantly cleaning his ear as Zhao Meng looked his way.

"Still acting tough on the brink of death. I want to see how long you can hold out!"

Zhao Meng waved his hand, and the remaining Grandmasters unleashed their ultimate moves, bombarding Ning Fan from afar.

Inside the center of the Formation, a Great Grandmaster’s speed would be reduced by fifty percent, and ordinary Grandmasters would struggle to even move.

This time, their collective attack was bound to hit!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The fierce assault fell, immediately causing an earth-shattering noise to erupt within the Formation.

Dust and debris soared into the air as the ground cracked, the fissures spreading in all directions, and the very center of the Formation sank.

If it were not for the Array Masters forcibly maintaining it, the Formation would have already been broken.

"Even a Great Grandmaster would suffer severe injuries under such an onslaught. This kid is definitely doomed!" a Grandmaster pronounced gravely.

Zhao Meng sneered, "The Alliance Hierarch said he wants to see the body alive or dead. This guy dares to humiliate our Martial Alliance, this is the price he must pay!"

He stepped forward, ready to drag Ning Fan’s corpse out of the Formation.

He had hardly taken a few steps when a calm and indifferent voice suddenly came from the midst of the dust.

"Thinking that would kill me? The people of the Martial Alliance are truly too arrogant."

Whoosh—

As the voice fell, a forceful Spiritual Power exploded from the center of the Formation, forming a roaring vortex that instantly swept away the surrounding dust and debris.

Ning Fan was seen standing leisurely at the very center, his clothes spotless, utterly unharmed.

Huo Erba knelt half behind him. During the bombardment, Ning Fan had quickly pulled him back.

Otherwise, even if only affected by the fringe, Huo Erba would certainly not have fared well.

"How can this guy have not even a scratch?" Zhao Meng’s pupils shrunk in disbelief, "He even saved that Body Tempering Grandmaster!"

When Ning Fan’s gaze fell upon him, years of life-and-death combat instincts screamed warnings at Zhao Meng.

"Scatter! We can’t give him the chance to pick us off one by one!"

Zhao Meng retreated in a frenzy, but his response was no match for Ning Fan’s speed.

No sooner had he spoken than Ning Fan had already appeared in front of a Grandmaster.

"I refuse to believe you’re that formidable!"

The Grandmaster’s face showed panic, but he mustered courage and punched towards Ning Fan’s face.

Ning Fan casually slapped the man’s head, instantly driving his skull into his abdomen, killing him instantly, dead beyond doubt.

Instant kill!

The surrounding Grandmasters were stunned.

That was a Seventh Grade Grandmaster, who was just slapped to death by a single palm?

Before the others could react, Ning Fan had already charged into their midst.

His movements were lightning-fast; with every strike, he inflicted serious injuries on at least one Grandmaster.

In the blink of an eye, half of the Grandmasters were down on the ground, dead or injured, without a clear sight of Ning Fan’s shadow.

"You scoundrels! Sneaky rats! If you’re capable, come take a punch from me!"

The only Ninth Rank Grandmaster roared as he stepped forward, his entire Inner Strength concentrated on his right fist, provoking Ning Fan to face him head-on.

Swoosh!

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Fan appeared in front of him, his expression cold as he lifted his fist.

"Since you want a direct confrontation, I’ll oblige."

He too raised his right fist, his Spiritual Power rapidly surging and gathering in his fist, and swung it fiercely.

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