120: Chapter 113: The Final Feng Kuang!_2 120: Chapter 113: The Final Feng Kuang!_2 Ye Fan was unshaken.
He knew that now was not the ti to act.
“Co on, if you have the guts, co hit , Mr.
Yang,” Yang Qing looked at Ye Fan mockingly, full of sarcasm as if watching a clown, “I’m even standing still for you to hit and you still don’t dare.
Talking about sending to Hell, that’s just laughable!”
Seeing this, Lin Ao Feng felt greatly relieved and urged, “Mr.
Yang, why waste words on soone who doesn’t know life from death?
Tear him to pieces and let him brag to the King of Hell!”
“Tearing him apart is letting him off too easy!”
After being prompted by Lin Ao Feng, Yang Qing’s expression turned ferocious.
His cold eyes drilled into Ye Fan like a wild beast eyeing its prey.
He spoke in a deep voice, “Not only am I going to smash his mouth, break his teeth, but I’m also going to gouge out his eyes, then send him off to the afterlife!”
“Snap!”
As the words fell, Yang Qing stepped forward.
The ground trembled with his step, the marble floor cracked, and fragnts scattered chaotically—his presence was overwhelming.
Is this the power of an Early Innate Martial Artist?
Witnessing this, Situ Chen and Fei Si both felt a quiet shock, and the flicker of hope that Ye Fan’s fearlessness had kindled in their hearts was doused by a cold bucket of realization, wiping it away completely.
“Snap!”
“Snap!”
“Snap!”
As if to boast of his Early Innate power, as if to mock Ye Fan’s previous actions, Yang Qing strode forward with an air of invincibility.
With each step, the marble cracked beneath his feet, the noise was terrifying.
Ye Fan began shifting his position as Yang Qing drew closer, maintaining the distance between them.
“So you know how to retreat, huh?”
Seeing this, Yang Qing let out a cold laugh and, in a flash, he lunged at Ye Fan.
His right hand swung forward with an unrivaled montum, aiming a slap at Ye Fan.
He intended to dish out a few hard slaps first, mash Ye Fan’s mouth, shatter his teeth, and then slowly torture him to death!
Ideals are plentiful, reality is skeletal!
“Whoosh—”
Ye Fan didn’t wait for Yang Qing to get close.
With a swift leap, he dodged to the side like a breeze, quickly flicking ten ters away.
Hmm?
Seeing this maneuver, Jiang Nian and Ye Wenhao hidden in the bamboo forest couldn’t help but be moved, suddenly understanding why Ye Fan was so fearless!
Despite Yang Qing’s breakthrough to the Early Innate Realm, which multiplied his attack power several tis, because he had only just entered the Early Innate realm, he hadn’t had a chance to undergo ‘Body Refinent,’ so his physical capabilities had not improved, which ant his speed was not much different from before.
Under these circumstances, it was a fool’s dream for Yang Qing to land an attack on Ye Fan, whose speed was clearly faster.
After missing his strike, Yang Qing also understood the reason, and a naless irritation ignited within him—he had thought that having broken through to the Early Innate Realm, killing Ye Fan would be as easy as slaughtering a chicken, but it seed it wasn’t that simple!
“I want to see how long you can dodge!”
Out of annoyance, Yang Qing didn’t pause and instead dashed towards Ye Fan again in a swift motion.
Without a second thought, Ye Fan continued to evade.
“Whoosh…
Whoosh…
Whoosh…”
In a mont, the whistling of air was constant in the clearing, with Ye Fan and Yang Qing’s figures flickering unpredictably—left and right, forward and backward, always maintaining about a ten-ter distance.
“You coward, what else can you do besides running around like a damn holess dog?”
Having missed dozens of consecutive blows, Yang Qing realized only a third of his power remained within his Dantian.
He stopped blindly attacking and vented his frustration in a loud shout, trying to provoke Ye Fan with his words.
Ye Fan remained unmoved.
If just a few words could make him lose his temper and beco irrational, he would have died at the hands of other Martial Artists from the Five Great Alliances over the past two years.
“I actually feel sorry for your master.
If I were your master, seeing you flee like a holess dog on the combat stage, I would slap you dead, you waste!” Yang Qing continued with his insults.
Ye Fan was taken aback not only by the insult to himself but also by the ntion of his old master.
His brows furrowed, yet he did not retaliate but instead sneered, “I think the one to be pitied is you—you, an Early Innate Martial Artist, can’t even touch a single hair on this Postnatal Perfection Martial Artist.
If word gets out, surely the entire Martial Arts World will laugh, won’t they?”
“You…” Yang Qing turned an angry shade of green.
“Of course, I can tell your skin is thick enough to be used as a car tire, so you won’t care.
But what about your master?
After all, he is Hongwu Sect Leader, right?” Ye Fan returned the insult with interest.
“You’re courting death!”
Enraged, Yang Qing charged at Ye Fan again, his speed slightly faster than before—during the previous skirmish, the Gang Jin in his body circulated according to the ‘Grand Circulation,’ refining his body and thus improving his physique and speed.
However—
Even with the increase in speed, Yang Qing was still no match for Ye Fan.
After several attempts, he couldn’t even touch a hair on Ye Fan.
“You little bastard, fight head-on if you dare!”
After several failed attempts and noticing the diminishing Gang Jin within him, Yang Qing had no choice but to stop his attacks, fuming with rage.
“Snap—”
No response.
Ye Fan’s right foot slamd into the ground with force!
“Crack—”
A crisp noise erupted, and the marble floor tiles shattered instantly, the fragnts bouncing into the air from the rebound force.
Whoosh!
Ye Fan snatched up a piece of marble and hurled it with all his might!
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