The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 899: Long Yun’s Unique Power

Chapter 899: Chapter 899: Long Yun’s Unique Power

"Damn it, what the hell is this?"

"It’s killing intent! It’s Long Yun’s unique power!"

"He was born and fought to death on the battlefield, surviving countless massacres of tens of thousands, emerging bloodied from every one!"

"Ultimately, he comprehended this force amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the battlefield, and that force is this very killing intent!"

The well-informed among the crowd recognized the origins of this blood-red force and couldn’t help but exclaim in astonishment.

"Killing intent?"

Ning Fan blinked and then broke free from the illusion created by this killing intent.

He sized up the things around him, his Spiritual Power surging, and tentatively absorbed some of it into his body.

The moment this killing intent entered his body, it was like a bloodthirsty beast, tearing through his meridians and aimed straight for his heart!

Even when faced with his own Spiritual Power, it only showed a trace of fear.

It wasn’t like a Martial Artist’s Inner Strength, which would be crushed instantaneously.

"No wonder you became the number one warrior in Capital City and dominated the Martial Dao World of Xia Country for so many years; you had already grasped this power!" Ning Fan reflected thoughtfully.

This killing intent had transcended ordinary martial realms, its quality far surpassing Inner Strength.

Ordinary Martial Artists wouldn’t last three rounds against this power.

Even if they were of the same realm as Long Yun, due to his talent and strength advantages, Long Yun could still suppress them in battle.

After so many years of cultivation, Long Yun’s realm could no longer be described by ordinary martial standards.

"This is the enlightenment Long Yun gained through life and death, from the slaughter," Long Yun’s eyes also began to show a layer of scarlet, "Today, since I have displayed it, it is the moment of your defeat."

The moment his words fell, the blood-red killing intent that had been pulsing around suddenly burst forth in all directions.

Boom!

An overwhelming pressure descended suddenly, enveloping hundreds of square meters, including the Nine Dragons Arena.

Everyone felt as if a mountain had been pressed onto their shoulders, their vision filled with various horrific and bloody scenes of slaughter.

The thick scent of blood rushed to their heads, as if they had found themselves on battlefields where lives were as cheap as grass!

Even Martial Artists with profound cultivation were rendered motionless under this pressure, completely unable to rise.

"How terrifying..."

"Is this the real strength of Capital City’s number one warrior?"

"Too horrifying... I feel like I could be torn to pieces in the next second..."

Fear welled up in the eyes of countless people, looking at Long Yun with terror-filled gazes.

They could hardly believe that such powerful warriors existed in this world!

The blood-red killing intent spread through the air, like red dye spilling onto silk, continuously expanding outward.

When Long Yun fully released his killing intent, everyone, including Shuang’er and Huo Erba, was petrified in place.

Overwhelming fear rose from their hearts, leaving them without the slightest desire to resist.

It was as if any movement would lead to immediate death!

"Young man, you’ve done well to force me to use my killing intent; you should be proud of yourself!"

Long Yun stood tall, with blood-red killing intent whirling around him, as if he was clad in blood-red armor.

Ning Fan stood amidst the crimson, looking calmly at him and said lightly, "If these are the only tricks up your sleeve, then prepare to step down from your position as Capital City’s number one warrior."

Upon hearing this, Long Yun couldn’t help laughing, "Good, good, good, Long has dominated the Martial Dao World for many years, yet this is the first time I’ve seen such an arrogant young man as you!"

"It’s good to have this pride, but whether you can maintain it depends on your own abilities!"

With that said, he stopped talking, raised his hand, and struck towards Ning Fan.

In an instant, a sky-covering wave of blood-red killing intent howled out, almost filling Ning Fan’s entire field of vision.

After releasing his killing intent, Long Yun’s strength was completely of a different calibre!

Just feeling the onrushing pressure made Ning Fan’s body begin to tremble.

It was not because he was scared but rather a natural effect of the killing intent.

Battlefield killing intent, mountains of corpses and seas of blood; ordinary people might never witness such scenes in their lifetimes.

Even though Ning Fan had been through many life-and-death struggles, he had never walked through battlefields where lives were counted like numbers.

Had any other Martial Artist stood in his place, they wouldn’t have lasted a second, and would have fallen immediately.

"Is that all?"

Ning Fan sneered coldly, his Spiritual Power circulating, and instantly dispelled the trembling sensation.

As fearsome as killing intent might be, it didn’t have much effect in the face of Spiritual Power.

It was a difference in the quality of strength.

Unless Long Yun’s power was ten or a hundred times greater than his own, it would have no effect.

The killing intent morphed unpredictably, condensing into dozens of skeletal soldiers who wielded their blades and struck down at Ning Fan!

Ning Fan’s gaze hardened as he raised his hand to defend.

To his surprise, the Spiritual Power he struck out was met with emptiness.

The blade of the skeletal soldier cut through the Spiritual Power and landed on his shoulder.

The next moment, Ning Fan’s pupils constricted, and intense pain suddenly exploded from the depths of his soul!

This was a spiritual attack!

"Young man, you are very strong, but my killing intent aims directly at the spirit. You are so young; you’ve never been tempered through life-and-death battles," Long Yun said.

"With this move, how will you block it?"

After striking out with his palm, Long Yun didn’t continue attacking but looked indifferently at Ning Fan.

He was confident that no one could surpass him in spiritual strength.

The resolute will forged from a sea of corpses and bloodbath couldn’t possibly be compared to that of Martial Artists who had spent their years in peaceful cities, could it?