The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 906 I... Lost

Chapter 906: Chapter 906 I... Lost

"Go! Drag that boy out here; I want him to kneel and apologize in front of everyone!"

The Patriarch of the Bao Family, full of imposing energy, commanded the patrons beside him to pull Ning Fan out.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Several patrons took off from around them, charging into the dust and smoke.

However, to everyone’s surprise, there was no sound from the patrons after they plunged into the dust and smoke.

Long Yun remained standing in place with an expressionless face, showing no sign of movement.

Lian Hongyi frowned tightly, his face filled with worry, "Strange... why is there no noise at all?"

Sun Wan gritted his teeth, feeling that Ning Fan had most likely lost, "Boss, what do we do now? Should we send out the intelligence we’ve gathered?"

"Send my ass. If you ask me, we should just make our move!" Lu Tong flexed his wrists and said through gritted teeth, "I’ve been sick of these families for a long time!"

"No, since Long Yun has won, we can no longer take action," Lian Hongyi shook his head with a grave expression, "Engaging them would only lead to bigger trouble!"

Once Dragon Group started fighting these families, it would surely cause chaos in Capital City.

This goes against the principles of Dragon Group!

"Ning Fan... did you lose? How is that possible!"

Mu Wanqing clenched her fists, her eyes brimming with intense unwillingness.

She felt Ning Fan could not have lost, but the current situation seemed to indicate exactly that.

"Grandpa... did Ning Fan... lose?" Chen Yi asked with trembling lips, her complexion somewhat pale.

Chen Donglai also shook his head, his expression serious, "I don’t know, but it seems... it’s not that simple."

He could tell that Long Yun’s current condition didn’t look good.

"Hmm?" The Yao Family Head also started feeling that something was off and signaled a patron with a glance, "Go check."

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Several more patrons leaped into action, hurtling straight into the midst of the dust and smoke.

This time, Long Yun finally reacted.

He slowly lifted his head, looking around, and after a long moment, his lips moved slightly as he began to speak with a bitter tone, "I... have lost..."

Lost?

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned, wondering if they had misheard.

Long Yun, lost?

What a joke!

He’s standing right here in one piece, isn’t he?!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

At that moment, several muffled thuds came from the dust and smoke.

The patrons who had charged in earlier, each and every one of them, flew out backward, crashing heavily at the feet of several family heads!

These were precisely the patrons who had been sent out to investigate!

At this point, all the patrons were pale, with several of them having fainted outright.

Those not unconscious were equally full of terror, looking towards the dust and smoke with shocked eyes!

"No, something’s not right..."

"That boy, he’s not dead!"

"He doesn’t have a single injury..."

Accompanied by the frightened roars of several patrons, another figure gradually emerged from the dust and smoke, standing beside Long Yun.

The man was tall and slender, with a visage as fine as jade, though his face was a bit pale.

It was Ning Fan, the very one who had fiercely fought with Long Yun!

From his outward appearance, the recent exchange seemed to have no effect on him at all.

"My god... he isn’t hurt at all."

"This... this is impossible!"

"How did he do it?"

"Does it mean... Master Long Yun has truly lost?"

People couldn’t believe this fact, looking at Ning Fan with their eyes filled with horror.

The magnitude of that single move was such that they would believe a nuclear explosion had occurred.

In such a terrifying collision of forces, even Long Yun ended up in this ghostly state as if close to death, but Ning Fan looked as if he hadn’t even fought!

What a joke!

Long Yun and Ning Fan stood outside the swirling dust, facing each other.

The onlookers gazed at them, their eyes filled with uncertainty and doubt.

"Has Master Long Yun really lost?"

"I don’t know... both of them seem fine, don’t they?"

"Yeah, maybe this is just Master Long Yun being modest?"

As the crowd buzzed with discussion, Long Yun slowly began to speak.

"Your strength... how can it be so strong?"

He looked at Ning Fan with an incredibly complex gaze.

The others might not see it, but he was clear about it.

Despite Ning Fan appearing similar to him, their condition was entirely different.

Ning Fan was at worst exhausted, a brief rest and he could recover.

However, he was no longer able to control the spiritual power within his body and was using all his strength just to stand.

Ning Fan stood with his hands clasped behind his back, saying indifferently, "Because the method of my cultivation is different from yours."

The difference between Spiritual Power and Inner Strength is just like that between gold and stone.

Even if murderous aura is more ferocious than Inner Strength, it still can’t withstand the onslaught of Spiritual Power.

"A different method of cultivation, you say..."

Long Yun’s eyes showed a bewildered expression.

He had cultivated for so many years, and this was the first time he had heard that cultivation methods could be different.

Moreover, he had no grounds to refute Ning Fan’s words.

Ning Fan’s prowess had already proven this point.

"Pff!"

He let out two bitter laughs, his body swayed, and suddenly, blood spurted from his mouth, as he slowly kneeled onto the ground.

His aura faltered as well, leaving him with no strength to fight any further.