The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 860: If My Father Can Beat You, So Can I

Chapter 860: Chapter 860: If My Father Can Beat You, So Can I

"Humph, those guys below must have told you, the higher you go, the stronger the tower defenders become," the middle-aged man coldly stared at Ning Fan, "They were merely at the early stage of the Transcendent Realm, but I’m already at the mid-stage!"

"A mid-stage Transcendent Realm, even if four or five early-stage ones team up, they wouldn’t stand a chance!"

"Although I don’t know how you, kid, managed to get past them, you definitely won’t get past me!"

After speaking, he suddenly exuded a majestic aura, the terrifying pressure suddenly enveloping the entire floor of the tower.

Seeing this reaction, Ning Fan knew that a head-on confrontation was inevitable.

The defenders on the previous few floors didn’t have much of a will to block him.

"Let’s see if you have the ability to stop me then."

Ning Fan stepped forward, his formidable Spiritual Power also surged out from within him, colliding fiercely with the other’s oppressive force.

Boom!

In an instant, invisible shockwaves spread out to all directions, striking the tower’s walls like thunderous waves crashing onto a shoreline!

"Kid! Let’s see if you’ve inherited a fraction of your dad’s ability!"

The middle-aged man bellowed, his legs thrusting forcefully against the ground, charging towards Ning Fan with a fierce momentum.

His speed was multiple times faster than that of the elder on the first floor.

To the average person, it would appear as though the middle-aged man was already in front of Ning Fan in the blink of an eye at the moment he shouted.

The middle-aged man’s fists were as fast as lightning, but there were three pauses.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With each pause, the subsequent motion would result in a violent sonic boom!

Triple Inch Force!

Ning Fan recognized at a glance that this was a high-end technique in Martial Arts.

A normal Martial Artist might not be able to master Inch Force in their whole lifetime.

Even a Martial Arts Grandmaster, with significant cultivation, could at most execute Inch Force once in an attack.

But this guy, on a single punch, actually used Inch Force three times consecutively!

Each Inch Force, bursting with even stronger power!

The forces compounded, and by the time the fist was fully swung, the power contained within was nine times that of the initial punch!

"Kid, this punch once defeated your father! I want to see if you can block it today!"

The middle-aged man’s eyes bulged with unwilling frustration.

All these years trapped in the tower, he constantly recalled the details of his fight with Ning Potian.

That defeat almost became his inner demon.

If he couldn’t break through this inner demon, even if he could leave the tower, his cultivation would no longer make any progress!

That was precisely why he stagnantly guarded the tower, waiting for the day he could find another opportunity to battle Ning Potian again.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t reach the place where Ning Potian was suppressed, nor could he see him.

Unexpectedly today he received a pleasant surprise, meeting Ning Potian’s son!

To defeat Ning Fan, then to defeat Ning Potian!

That had been his conviction that sustained him over the years while stationed in the tower!

Facing the middle-aged man’s fearsome punch, Ning Fan was no longer as indifferent as before.

A mid-stage Transcendent Realm Martial Artist was indeed worthy to battle with him.

Ning Fan stepped forward, his Spiritual Power swirling within him, converging in his palm.

The two simultaneously struck out their hands, colliding fiercely.

"Boom!"

A low rumble exploded, and invisible shockwaves spread in all directions, stirring up howling dust and smoke within the tower.

The two figures both recoiled and then stabilized their positions.

However, Ning Fan had only retreated a few steps before he stopped his momentum.

The middle-aged man withdrew a full dozen steps before he could barely stabilize his shape.

Yet, he showed not the slightest discouragement; on the contrary, his face revealed a fanatical excitement.

"Hahahaha! Indeed! My strength over these years has long since surpassed what it used to be!"

"Ning Potian, even if you defeated me! Your son will lose to me today!"

Ning Fan looked down at his palm and clenched it tightly, crushing the residual Inner Strength lingering in his hand.

He raised his head and said in a deep voice, "Was my father’s strength back then greater than mine now?"

"Heh, you’re far behind your father at that time; he defeated me with just one palm." The middle-aged man’s aura climbed steadily, and he said with a ferocious tone, "Your father became my inner demon, and today, I shall become yours!"

He moved forward with large strides, each step provoking a robust Inner Strength to ripple around him, whipping up the air like surging waves.

Ning Fan’s expression darkened slightly, but he, too, stepped forward fearlessly.

"If my father could defeat you back then, I can defeat you as well!"

"Today, it will only be me who becomes your inner demon!"

They charged at each other again, clashing together.

Boom, boom, boom!

In an instant, deafening explosions echoed, the force around them tangled and shattered, then exploded, raising clouds of dust into the air.

Their figures almost became blurred illusions, moving at speeds impossible to capture with the naked eye, clashing amidst the dust.

If this battle had taken place outside, their clash would have shattered a mountaintop.

Yet, in this tower, it only caused intense vibrations; at most, it created cracks in the walls, which didn’t spread any further.

One had to wonder what method Kunlun used to construct such an immensely sturdy tower.

After battling for several minutes, Ning Fan seized an opening and hurled out a fierce punch.

His refined Spiritual Power burst forth violently, striking heavily on the chest of the middle-aged man.

"Ahhh—"

The middle-aged man screamed as he flew backward, his protective Inner Strength instantly shattered by the Spiritual Power, crumbling to pieces.