The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 863: Worthy Son of Ning Potian

Chapter 863: Chapter 863: Worthy Son of Ning Potian

The Bald Tower Guard’s forehead was already covered in sweat as he looked at Ning Fan somewhat unexpectedly, "Young friend Ning, I didn’t expect your strength to be so formidable, to be able to contend with me for such a long time!"

He had originally thought that given Ning Fan’s age, no matter how strong his strength, it would at most be at the mid stage of the Transcendent Realm.

After all, when Ning Potian was at his most powerful, he had been quite a bit older than Ning Fan.

Ning Fan’s strength at such a young age completely exceeded his expectations.

"Senior flatters me," Ning Fan said with a smile, "but if that is all the strength you possess, perhaps you are not my match."

Upon hearing this, the Bald Tower Guard was not annoyed but simply placed his palms together and bowed to Ning Fan.

He then stood tall, and the thousand arms of the Vajra Arhat behind him gradually came together to revert to a pair of arms.

"Young friend Ning, the power of the last punch is several times that of the earlier two, so it won’t be easy to block. Once thrown, I might not be able to pull back, are you sure you want to continue?"

This wasn’t an exaggeration. He had rarely performed this secret technique because it had been difficult to gather so many practitioners at the Transcendent Realm to wield it to his advantage.

Everyone fought on their own, fearing neither heaven nor earth, not putting others in their eyes and thus naturally not cooperating.

So even for him, it might not be possible to pull back the last punch.

Ning Fan nodded calmly, "Don’t worry, I have the confidence."

The power of the first two punches was tremendous, but not as strong as he had imagined.

If that was all the late-stage Transcendent Realm had to offer, Ning Fan was confident he could overcome it.

"Since young friend Ning insists, I will give it my all," the Bald Tower Guard said without any further words, knowing Ning Fan wouldn’t stop here.

He did all this just to let Ning Fan understand how strong the late Transcendent Realm power could be.

"Venerable Ning, if you knew how strong your son is, you would also be very pleased," the Bald Tower Guard thought to himself, then took a step forward as power surged once again.

The Vajra Arhat behind him also retracted into his body.

Compared to the previous two punches, this one seemed so simple and unadorned, with none of the heart-stopping movement.

But in Ning Fan’s eyes, the danger of this punch far surpassed the previous two.

The seemingly calm and still Bald Tower Guard, the aura surging from his body, was much stronger than during the previous two punches!

"Young friend, this punch is called ’Vajra’s Summit’, an extremely powerful fist technique I have perfected over many years of cultivation, be careful!"

The Bald Tower Guard took a deep breath, stomped his right foot hard on the ground, and swung his right fist slowly out.

The punch seemed incredibly slow, as if the air in front of him had become heavy.

But that was because the power contained within the punch was so great that even the Bald Tower Guard was somewhat overwhelmed.

To prevent the power from getting out of control, he swung his fist in this manner.

As the punch was thrown, Ning Fan already felt a force locking onto him.

No matter how he tried to dodge, the power of this punch would land on him.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward slowly, and threw out a punch slowly as well.

Under the watch of the other four Tower Guards, the two fists collided slowly, as if in slow motion.

Boom!

The moment they collided, an invisible shockwave suddenly spread out.

The immense force contained within instantly knocked the four Tower Guards to the ground, their chests roiling with surging blood, temporarily unable to gather their strength.

"What a terrifying punch..."

"Just the residual impact has brought us down."

"Truly worthy of Ning Potian’s son, this strength does not disgrace his father’s reputation."

Although they had all been severely beaten by Ning Potian in the past, they all admired him greatly.

After all, in the face of the formidable Kunlun, only Ning Potian, with his powerful strength, had managed to uphold the honor of the Martial Artists in the Secular World.

The invisible shockwaves surged in waves, spreading from around the two men, striking the tower walls with a muffled roar.

Ning Fan and the Bald Tower Guard both had cold sweat on their foreheads.

This was a pure clash of strength, and even as two of the world’s top strength contestants, they were not immune to the ramifications of such a power showdown.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the two men simultaneously looked at each other and smiled, both withdrawing their fists.

The moment he withdrew, the Bald Tower Guard stumbled, almost tumbling to the ground.

He struggled to steady himself, sitting down cross-legged, and smilingly nodded to Ning Fan, "Young friend Ning, your strength is so potent, you are now qualified to challenge the seventh floor Tower Guard."

Ning Fan pressed his palms together in thanks, "I am grateful for your instruction, Senior."

After speaking, he bowed to the other Tower Guards then turned and left, heading towards the passage to the seventh floor.

The remaining four were somewhat baffled, looking towards the Bald Tower Guard, not understanding what had occurred.

"How did you lose?"

"That shouldn’t be possible."

"Is that how your bout ends?"

The Bald Tower Guard sighed and spoke slowly, "Just now, we were engaged in a pure contest of strength, and in the end, his power completely overpowered me; I had no ability to resist."

"If he had wished, he could have killed me at any moment."