The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 855: The Second Layer

Chapter 855: Chapter 855: The Second Layer

Equally young, equally powerful, fearless!

The Ning Fan before them was even more so!

However, Ning Fan did not grant him any chance to rest, striding forward several steps he closed the distance, and with a palm strike, smacked right toward his face.

The grey-clothed old man attempted to block hurriedly, crossing his arms in front of his body.

"Bang!"

Following a dull sound, Spiritual Power suddenly surged into his body.

The grey-clothed old man felt a formidable force entering his body through the palm of his hands.

He instinctively mobilized his Inner Strength to resist this force, but then his face showed a look of horror.

"Damn it! Why can’t I block it?"

This power was incredibly strange—his own Inner Strength seemed to have no effect at all, constantly retreating against this force!

He couldn’t even manage a single block!

What he didn’t know was that Spiritual Power could even crush Divine Power, let alone the mere Inner Strength of a Martial Artist.

At this point, Ning Fan had already stopped behind him, his right hand raised, lightly snapping his fingers.

"Fall down."

Accompanied by Ning Fan’s whisper, innumerable dull booming sounds emanated from the body of the grey-clothed old man.

The Spiritual Power that had rushed into his body earlier, all burst at this moment!

Blood instantly surged from the wounds, wetting the old man’s grey clothes in a matter of moments.

"Thud!"

The grey-clothed old man fell to one knee on the ground, his forehead sweating profusely, his entire body uncontrollably trembling.

This injury wasn’t actually severe for him, but the key was that the Spiritual Power invading his body seemed to be alive, continuously damaging his physique.

Even if his recovery ability was fast, it couldn’t keep up with the ongoing destruction by the Spiritual Power.

Ning Fan stood in front of him, looking down coldly, and said in a deep voice, "You’ve already lost."

The grey-clothed old man sighed, gave up struggling, and sitting half-upright on the ground, nodded dejectedly, "You’re right, I’ve lost. You can proceed to the next level."

Ning Fan paused, "Just like that, I can go to the next level?"

"Yeah, what else did you think?" the grey-clothed old man said with a wry smile, "Did you think I’d use my life to stop you?"

"No, it’s just that it isn’t quite what I expected..."

"Of course it’s not, when I first came here to suppress Ning Potian, I never thought I’d stay this long," the grey-clothed old man said with a somewhat distant look, "So many years have passed, I’ve almost forgotten what the world outside the tower is like..."

Seeing the grey-clothed old man in such a state, Ning Fan suddenly felt they were not terribly evil people.

In a way, this guardian of the tower was also a victim of Kunlun.

Decades of guarding the tower would drive any normal person insane.

"I truly didn’t anticipate that Ning Potian’s son would have grown to this extent. I don’t even know if the decision they made back then was right or wrong,"

Hearing the elder’s heartfelt lament, Ning Fan narrowed his eyes, sizing him up, and suddenly asked, "What exactly happened back then? Why did Kunlun move against my father?"

This was something he had always wondered about, not even mentioned in his mother’s legacy.

The grey-clothed old man simply shook his head, "I don’t know much about that issue, I’m just a guardian of the tower. If you want to know more, continue upward."

With that, he closed his eyes, clearly not intending to speak further.

Seeing that the grey-clothed old man was no longer responsive, Ning Fan did not press further but simply continued upwards.

After all, his father was in this tower—finding him would solve all his problems.

Just as he was about to ascend the stairs, a hoarse and deep voice called out again.

"Young man, this tower is not so easy to ascend. If you’re not confident, it’s best to retreat early."

Ning Fan paused his steps momentarily, then said lightly, "Today I came without the intention to leave without rescuing my father."

With that, he strode forward, stepping onto the staircase leading to the second level.

The staircase wasn’t long, and he quickly reached the end.

Ning Fan stepped onto the floor and what appeared before him was an open space similar to the first level of the tower.

Only this time, seated in the center, were not one elder, but two.

The two were clad in black and white, resembling the Yin-Yang fish.

"Young man, we know your purpose."

"To ascend further, come defeat us," they said.

The two elders stood up, looking at Ning Fan calmly.

Seeing this, Ning Fan didn’t waste any more words and leaped forward.

Tremendous Spiritual Power erupted from within him, forming several Spiritual Sword Rays, whooshing out.

Feeling the astounding power released by Ning Fan, the expressions of the two elders slightly changed.

They made the same mistake as the first floor’s guardian, assuming outright based on the perception of realm that Ning Fan’s strength was nothing special.

He must have used some trick to get past the guardian of the first floor.

Unexpectedly, Ning Fan had truly ascended through actual strength!

"Together! Don’t give him a chance to break through alone!"

Both reacted simultaneously, powerful Inner Strength flowing from their palms, forming a continuously spinning vortex.