Chapter 993: Chapter 982: You Can Still Try to Save It
The charge of Sha Duanfeng and the other security guards was indeed fast as wind, and swept like fire.
But to Ning Fan, it was really too slow.
“Co on, be serious, at this level, you can just side-step a shoulder and dodge it.”
Ning Fan crossed his arms, a bored expression even appeared on his face.
“Swish!”
Another security guard gritted his teeth and glared, launching a full-force punch.
“Smack!”
Ning Fan lazily waved his hand as if swatting a mosquito, completely neutralizing the force of the punch.
“You…”
The guard’s face turned red, clearly feeling greatly insulted.
“Feeling defeated? Then go take a rest on the sidelines!”
Ning Fan kicked decisively, aiming straight at the guard’s chest.
The attack was extrely simple but strikingly fierce, making it hard to defend.
“Puff…”
The red-faced guard spat blood, flew over ten ters, and lay on the ground unconscious.
An unembellished strike, yet its power was astonishing!
Sha Duanfeng cursed inwardly, wiping sweat off his forehead.
Even though his skills were much better than the others in the Security Departnt, he couldn’t even make Ning Fan take him seriously.
Looking at Ning Fan’s expression, it seed like he was just swatting flies and mosquitoes—intolerable!
“All of you back off, this kind of attack is aningless!”
Sha Duanfeng resolutely waved his hand, his eyes blazing.
Even if he couldn’t win, could he at least make this kid frown, right?
“Finally realized that the advantage in numbers is pointless?”
Ning Fan smoothed his hair, a slight smile appearing on his lips.
Watching from the sidelines, Su Xinghai was full of shock.
He knew Old Seven’s skill very well, being absolutely in the top three among his brothers.
Not fond of the tricks in the business field, he rely took up the job of Security Minister.
Usually, minor incidents in the company didn’t require him; he fully utilized the ti to study martial arts, his skills only better than when he was on the battlefield.
But today, facing Ning Fan, he couldn’t even find a way to force out Ning Fan’s real strength!
It seed this young man indeed had so credentials.
But Su Xinghai had no intention of letting him walk out of this building unscathed.
Unlike ordinary businessn who only consider gains and losses, he carried the unique bloodthirst of a soldier.
Injured one of my n, there must be a price to pay!
Sha Duanfeng continuously searched for possible flaws, launching a flurry of punches at Ning Fan, the wind of his fists ghostly and elusive.
“Kill! Kill! Kill!”
Ning Fan retreated rapidly with both hands behind his back, his figure morphing into five or six phantoms, dizzyingly dazzling.
Sha Duanfeng found his sight completely unable to keep up with Ning Fan’s movent speed, knowing that in this situation, if he was countered, he’d be gravely injured at best, so he gritted his teeth and retreated more than five ters.
“Seems like there’s a slight improvent from before…because there’s no one hindering you anymore?”
Ning Fan’s breath was completely steady, his breathing softer than a sleeping old man, seemingly effortless.
anwhile, on the other side, Sha Duanfeng was drenched in sweat, his breathing unusually heavy.
“Don’t mock , being ten tis weaker than your opponent and just slightly weaker makes no difference on the battlefield—the outco is death,”
Sha Duanfeng gritted his teeth, his whole body murderous, but was also calculating his next round of attack.
“The strong survive, the weak perish, is indeed the iron rule of the battlefield.”
Ning Fan raised his right arm, moved his shoulder twice, his face showing a look of indifference towards life and death.
“See this move!”
Sha Duanfeng charged up again, adjusted his stance, and punched with a boom.
“Swish!”
Almost at the sa instant, Sha Duanfeng punched consecutively at the exact left, right, and below.
Ning Fan simply retreated rapidly three steps, effortlessly dodging the punch wind.
But this intense attack was not aningless, forcing Ning Fan to stand in a position Sha Duanfeng had envisioned.
“Ha!”
Sha Duanfeng leaped up, his right leg flying diagonally.
Ning Fan lightly shook his head and raised his left hand with slight helplessness.
“Crack!”
Sha Duanfeng’s right leg kicked directly into Ning Fan’s palm, unable to advance an inch further.
But he finally genuinely forced Ning Fan to defend a move.
“Clang!”
When everyone thought Sha Duanfeng’s offensive had concluded, and the last note had been played, the veteran suddenly drew the dagger at his waist, slicing a clear pale blue light arc.
But Ning Fan was not the least bit surprised, leisurely dodging the blade’s edge, he swung his right hand lightly sideways, effortlessly pushing Sha Duanfeng back.
Just as Sha Duanfeng’s right arm went numb and he was unsteady on his feet, Ning Fan darted forward, chopping directly at Sha Duanfeng’s chest!
He knew Sha Duanfeng had given it his all, it was ti to end this duel.
Sha Duanfeng’s excessive physical exertion, coupled with his right arm just struck by Ning Fan, left him completely immobile, seemingly on the brink of doom.
At that mont, a sharp sound pierced Ning Fan’s ears as a blade slashed through the air.
“Crack!”
A machete descended like thunder between Ning Fan and Sha Duanfeng, scattering a thousand stone shards.
Ning Fan lightly tapped the ground with his toes, calmly retreating six or seven ters.
The machete was precisely the domineering weapon Su Xinghai had just showcased to Ning Fan, embedded in the stone pillar, and now standing before Ning Fan was the man with close-cropped hair who previously interrupted Xu Xiaoqing.
“Qu Rulai of the Jiuyao Group, here to challenge Mr. Ning’s godlike skill!”
Ning Fan folded his arms and smiled at Qu Rulai.
“You and Sha Duanfeng are pretty much on par in cultivation, why co forward just to embarrass yourself?”
“Draw your sword against a foe, face the challenge head-on, where’s the humiliation? Charge!”
Qu Rulai said as he swung the machete and charged forward.
This straightforward brute really made Ning Fan both laugh and cry.
Knowing he can’t win but insists on delivering himself to defeat, and with such a loud rallying cry, truly a gem.
If not for the final shout sounding like a pig being slaughtered, Ning Fan almost felt like admiring him.
“Let show you the vast difference in our strength!”
Ning Fan sank his energy into his Dantian, stomping the ground fiercely, the marble floor imdiately shattered, a ravine swiftly extending toward Qu Rulai.
At the sa ti, countless stone shards angled toward Qu Rulai, forming a rain of arrows confronting him.
Qu Rulai raised both eyebrows, hurriedly swung his machete defensively, but the blades across the sky ca fiercely, proving difficult to block them all.
“Big brother, seventh brother, sorry, the fourth brother I…”
“Alright, spare the sentints, I know my moves well, you can still salvage yourself.”
Ning Fan impatiently waved his hand at the bloodied Qu Rulai.
“To think two of our top three brothers were defeated like this!”
Su Xinghai lowered his head and sighed, looking very regretful.
“I say, according to the usual trope, the strongest one among you hasn’t appeared yet, right?”
Ning Fan asked Su Xinghai with a look of having seen through everything.
Ning Fan also figured, these few people, were not ordinary, all truly martial artists!
And their skills were remarkable, though of course, they couldn’t compare to Ning Fan.
Right now, Ning Fan was rely teasing and toying with them.
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