Capítulo 1783: Chapter 1772: Gravely Injured and Crippled
The interior was empty; not a sign of True Qi could be seen, and all his ridians were severed, with varying degrees of fractures in his limbs and bones.
It’s no exaggeration to say that Ning Fan was virtually disabled now.
Slling the foul stench wafting in the air, Ning Fan coughed painfully twice. The sll of urine, the sour odor of leftover food, and other unknown foul odors mixed together almost suffocated him.
Drooping his eyelids, he glanced around at his surroundings and bitterly smiled, “It seems I have a fate with garbage heaps.”
When he went to the Ancient Sky Country, the place where Ning Fan landed was a garbage dump, even earning him the dubious honor of being a hard practitioner in a landfill.
Recently, when Hilda’s Holy Power Spear struck him down, he landed in a garbage heap once more.
If not for the garbage heap buffering his fall, Ning Fan might have been dead from such a high drop.
But despite this, seventy percent of the bones in Ning Fan’s body were already shattered.
After arduously crawling out of the garbage heap, Ning Fan was then covered by an empty trash can, followed by a bumpy car ride.
Then he arrived in the back alley of the Empire Era Hotel.
When the trash can landed, Ning Fan was jolted out again, rolling onto the ground.
From start to finish, the driver never saw him.
“Are these people blind, not seeing such a big living person?”
In the last mont before losing consciousness on the ground, Ning Fan clearly rembered that this place was an empty lot, but now it was heaped with garbage like a small mountain.
What Ning Fan did not know during his unconsciousness was that those sanitation workers who threw the garbage did see him.
They mistook him for a holess person and deliberately threw garbage bags at him to satisfy their low-level amusent.
“At least I’m still alive; that’s a small fortune among misfortune.”
Ning Fan sighed helplessly amidst the foul odor,
His cultivation and body were completely ruined, and now he couldn’t even perform internal breathing.
“A re projection’s power is this terrifying. If the actual body were to act, then…”
Recalling the scene just now, Ning Fan’s eyes showed a glimr of relief.
The Two-winged Angel after spreading wings was more than twice as strong as before,
Ning Fan, who barely held a draw with it before spreading its wings, imdiately turned into the last straw on a cal’s back, completely crushed.
Especially with the reversal of Holy Light, that black Holy Power, even Ning Fan’s Divine Power couldn’t withstand it.
Now, thinking back, Ning Fan didn’t believe that Divine Power was inferior to black Holy Power.
It was the sa reason: Divine Power was too scarce in quantity.
Even though his True Qi turned into Divine Power in Divine General state, Ning Fan could use Divine Power like True Qi.
But compared to True Qi, in the Divine General state, Ning Fan’s internal Divine Power was equivalent to the True Qi Realm.
And goodness knows how many years the Angel practiced, with black Holy Power dominating Ning Fan many tis over in numbers.
Because of this, Ning Fan couldn’t withstand the damage from the black Holy Power.
Under the wash of that wave of black Holy Power, although Divine Power blocked a lot, more black Holy Power invaded Ning Fan’s body, wreaking havoc in his ridians, rendering him unable to move, just watching powerlessly as the spear flew over.
Ning Fan’s current disabled state was also due to this reason, with remnants of black Holy Power still residing in his ridians.
Of course. Ning Fan was not really a person with completely disrupted ridians.
That stream of Divine Power was constantly eroding the black Holy Power, repairing Ning Fan’s damaged ridians.
But it’s an extrely lengthy process. From Ning Fan’s estimation, it would take at least two days to recover from injuries enough to move, and a full recovery would take at least a week.
“I wonder if Alice is safe?”
Considering the previous situation, Ning Fan thought it very likely that Alice had managed to escape.
Hilde’s situation wasn’t any better at that ti; otherwise, she wouldn’t have almost fallen to her death.
“Better think of myself first!”
Ning Fan sighed, now that Alice was safe, he needed to consider his current plight.
With no True Qi, damaged ridians, and broken bones, Ning Fan had turned from a lively young Superman into a sickly figure marked by death.
Listening to the grumbling from his stomach, Ning Fan felt so hungry that he could eat a cow.
In the past, with True Qi on his side, Ning Fan could go days without eating or drinking.
But not anymore, and his need for food was enormous.
Severely weakened Vital Energy required a massive intake of food.
Slling the nauseating leftover food, Ning Fan shook his head, enduring the burning sensation in his stomach, “Even if I die, I won’t survive in such a deaning way.”
Luckily, the situation of “surrendering to hunger” didn’t occur.
As Ning Fan was dizzy from hunger, footsteps finally echoed in the deserted alley, accompanied by endearing native curses,
“What kind of Fifth Avenue doesn’t even have a restroom? This place stinks, not anywhere as good as back ho.”
“Damn it. I’m about to burst.”
Along with the sound of relieving oneself and drunken grumbling, “What’s going on today? Everything’s fucking closed.”
“Ah…so satisfying.”
As the person shook themselves off, preparing to leave, a voice called out from behind, “Fellow countryman…”
The eerie, ghostly voice startled the person, instantly sobering from intoxication, “What’s this? Are there ghosts here too? Better run.”
Watching that chubby figure run farther and farther, Ning Fan opened his mouth wide, using all his strength to shout, “Brother Bo…”
Indeed. The person was soone Ning Fan had briefly encountered, who had always wanted to invite Ning Fan for leisure – Brother Bo.
Initially, Ning Fan didn’t recognize Zhang Bo’s drunken voice, but after calming down, he finally caught the familiar tone.
“Now, it all seems truly over!”
Watching Zhang Bo’s chubby figure disappear, Ning Fan looked around with a grim face, lanting in his heart, “Is this it? Am I really going to starve here?”
“If I had known, I might have preferred dying at Hilda’s hands.”
The world’s first Aerial Mastery Realm expert to starve, thinking of such a humiliating death, made Ning Fan feel increasingly aggrieved.
“Oh heavens! If only soone would give a hearty al, I’m not picky.”
…
“Huff…huff…”
Zhang Bo caught his breath in big gulps; he had just run a whole kiloter in one go.
Such a long distance was unthinkable with his forr physical abilities.
But ever since the “god-sent” mont on the plane, Zhang Bo’s body began to improve.
Especially after leaving the plane, he managed to go several rounds with a gold-digger at the hotel without any enhancents.
This made Zhang Bo believe he truly experienced a miracle, vowing that upon returning ho, he must repay this blessing.
“How could there be ghosts? Must have been delusional,”
A self-deprecating smile appeared on Zhang Bo’s face. While catching his breath, he paused suddenly, “Did soone just call my na?”
The more Zhang Bo thought about it, the more wrong it seed, straining to recall, finally arriving at a conclusion.
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