Chapter 193: 192, can’t you be a little more low-key?

“Ying Rufeng, you… don’t you dare think we’re afraid of you! If you dare lay a hand on my Big Brother, I’ll… I’ll…”

Seeing this, Fatty Chu gritted his teeth. Bracing himself, he hobbled forward on his crutch and yelled at Ying Rufeng. He had just been accepted as Lin Fan’s little brother and was feeling quite pleased with himself. How could he let someone disrespect his Big Brother?

“Fatty Chu, it’s been a few years. Your nerve has certainly grown, daring to meddle in the affairs of our Ying family?” Ying Rufeng narrowed his eyes and smiled, then waved his hand. “Haha! In that case, I’ll just have to cripple your other good leg, too!”

Instantly, the Guard Officer on the left understood. A wicked smile touched his lips as he stepped forward.

CRACK!

Before he could lift his foot to kick the pale-faced Fatty Chu, Lin Fan’s eyes turned cold. He moved faster. With a single kick, he sent the Guard Officer flying high into the air. The man screamed in pain as he crashed into a distant garden hedge.

Hisss… So powerful! What on earth is this guy’s background? How dare he defy the Ru Feng War God’s order and attack his Guard Officer?

Seeing this, the surrounding crowd gasped in shock, and an uproar erupted.

“You, step back. Don’t come any closer,” Lin Fan said, his face expressionless as he pushed the still-shaken Fatty Chu behind him.

“Brother, hit them! Hit them hard! I’ll take the blame for whatever happens!” Fatty Chu, now enraged, yelled while gritting his teeth. He then quickly hobbled on his crutch far away to stand beside the worried-looking Xia Bingbing.

“…Impressive. Seven years ago, you were on the verge of death from poison, yet your skills are still this formidable.” Ying Rufeng glanced toward the hedge, his cheek twitching slightly. He turned his head, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes on his face as he made a covert signal to the grim-faced Guard Officer on his right.

“What an arrogant, lawless thug! Daring to attack a soldier of Xia Country, you deserve to be executed on the spot!” The man immediately understood. Without a word, he pulled the service pistol from his waist and aimed it at Lin Fan. “On your knees, hands on your head! Or I’ll shoot you dead!”

However, before Lin Fan could respond, a cunning, cold glint flashed in the man’s eyes, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

BANG!

The gunshot roared, echoing over the hospital. The people nearby screamed in panic, scattering for cover. Standing at the entrance, Xia Bingbing and Fatty Chu were both shocked and furious, their eyes locked on Lin Fan with immense worry.

“Don’t you know how foolish it is to draw a gun on a martial artist above the Qi Condensation Grandmaster realm?”

In the next moment, Lin Fan’s figure blurred as he casually dodged the bullet. His expression then darkened as he flicked his finger.

SWISH!

A streak of silver light shot from his hand. It flashed like lightning into the barrel of the gun held by the dumbstruck Guard Officer. With a muffled BOOM, the pistol exploded, reduced to a lump of scrap metal! The blast mangled the man’s entire palm, turning it into a bloody mess of ruined flesh.

“Ahh! My hand! My hand is ruined! Aaaahhh!” the Guard Officer shrieked like a pig at the slaughter, his face deathly pale as he clutched his ruined hand and staggered backward. His eyes, once filled with a sly, cold smile, were now brimming with utter terror, as if he were looking at a resurrected demon.

“Not bad. Not bad at all…” The sound of slow clapping drowned out the Guard Officer’s agonized cries. Ying Rufeng’s fury turned into a mocking laugh as he lowered his hands, his gaze on Lin Fan turning as cold as if he were looking at a dead man. “You stole my marrow and injured my two Guard Officers. I suppose it’s perfectly reasonable for me to kill you without mercy or regard for our past, right?” he asked, rolling up his sleeves to reveal his powerful, corded forearms and baring his teeth in a wide grin.

“You can try,” Lin Fan said after a moment of silence. “This is a grudge between me and the Ying family. It originally had nothing to do with you. If you insist on fighting me, don’t regret it.”

“Regret? Do you have any idea how long I’ve fucking waited for this day? Everyone always compares me to you, thinking I’m inferior in every way?” Ying Rufeng paused, then threw his head back with his hands on his hips, laughing wildly as if he’d just heard the world’s greatest joke. “Today, I’ll see what you’re made of and who the real waste is!”

BOOM!

The ground shook under his feet as he launched himself into the air, aiming a flying kick at Lin Fan’s head. In an instant, the powerful leg swept through the air, creating a series of jarring sonic booms. Even the surrounding air seemed to distort with transparent ripples.

“Shen Yueli schemed so hard to raise you, didn’t she? All to prove she was better than my mother, that the son she bore ought to be stronger.”

Lin Fan’s indifferent voice wasn’t loud, but as it reached Ying Rufeng in mid-air, his expression changed drastically. This was his deepest wound. Every time Lin Fan won some accolade that caused a sensation in the Imperial Capital, Shen Yueli would become resentful and despondent, locking Ying Rufeng away and taking out her frustrations on him with beatings and curses. Over time, Ying Rufeng developed a conditioned reflex. The mere mention of Lin Fan’s name would trigger deep-seated psychological trauma, making him intensely nervous and break out in a cold sweat.

“Shut up! You piece of trash, you can go die!” Veins bulged on Ying Rufeng’s forehead as a brutally violent light erupted in his eyes. At that moment, his right leg kicked fiercely toward Lin Fan’s head, the powerful force of the blow whipping Lin Fan’s hair back. He was clearly using his full strength, holding nothing back. However, in response, Lin Fan casually raised a hand and easily blocked Ying Rufeng’s leg. Then, with a squeeze of his five fingers, he snapped his shinbone.

CRACK!

Damn, that’s too intense! The mighty Ru Feng War God couldn’t even last a single move against Lin Fan?

The onlookers, who had been keeping their distance, stared at each other in utter shock.

“Nice one! The boss is a beast!” Fatty Chu shivered with excitement, his face flushing as if he’d been shot with adrenaline as he pumped his fist in the air.

Only Xia Bingbing quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but then her delicate brows furrowed again with renewed worry.

“Hisss… Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! I’m already at Mid Hua Jing! Not even the Four War Gods of the Imperial Capital could guarantee a win against me!” Ying Rufeng gasped in pain, his face a mask of agony. He stared at his own leg in shock and fear, roaring with disbelief.

“Nothing is impossible. Your martial talent still isn’t quite there. Did you think you could compensate for your innate weakness by relying on the Qi Replenishing Pills I left behind in the Hulin Guard?” Lin Fan shook his head. With a flick of his wrist, he sent Ying Rufeng stumbling backward to the ground in a pathetic heap. “My guess is that your leukemia was likely caused by consuming too many of those pills.”

He looked coldly at Ying Rufeng, who scrambled up from the ground and stood unsteadily on one leg. “To put it simply, you may look fit and strong, but your qi and blood are unstable and your gaze lacks spirit… these are signs of Qi Deviation. Stop this. I don’t want to injure you too severely. Go find a true master to treat you. Perhaps there’s still hope for you.”

What, what? Is this guy actually letting the Ru Feng War God off the hook? Damn, why does this feel so strange… Shouldn’t you be the one begging him not to hold you accountable for assault?

Hearing this, the onlookers were all stupefied, a profound sense of absurdity washing over them.

“Injure me? You, a piece of trash who should have died seven years ago, have the right to lecture me, Ying Rufeng!” Amidst the strange looks from the crowd, Ying Rufeng’s face burned with humiliation, and he nearly exploded with rage. If he couldn’t take down Lin Fan today, he feared his reputation would be in ruins, and he would never again command respect in the Hulin Guard. After all, his seemingly obedient subordinates were full of complaints about their young Vice Marshal. There were even rumors that Ying Rufeng had only secured his position thanks to his maternal grandfather, the Great Commander Shen Changlong. “Even if I’m suffering from Qi Deviation, I can still crush you!”

With a hysterical roar, Ying Rufeng, blinded by rage, hopped forward on one leg to charge again. He completely ignored Lin Fan’s icy gaze and dismissive shake of his head.

“Stop!”

The next moment, just as the two were about to clash again, a group of warriors from the Imperial Capital in deep blue battle uniforms rushed in from the end of the street. The man in the lead, his face bruised and swollen, looked quite pathetic. It was none other than the Hector War God, Zhang Ao, who had just received the news and rushed over in a panic.

With a THUD, Ying Rufeng completely ignored Zhang Ao’s shout. Instead, seizing the moment Lin Fan was slightly distracted, his eyes hardened as he roared and threw a punch at Lin Fan’s heart.

“Too slow, Little Feng.” Lin Fan, his face impassive, turned his fist into a palm and steadily caught the furiously powerful punch. After speaking calmly, he tightened his grip and twisted sharply. Ying Rufeng’s already hideous expression instantly contorted in agony.

CRACK!

An unstoppable, majestic Qi Force surged from Lin Fan’s hand, coursing through Ying Rufeng’s arm and body like being hit head-on by a speeding locomotive. Ying Rufeng’s entire right arm twisted grotesquely, and a series of pops echoed from within his body. Unable to withstand the surge of Qi Force, his skin burst open, creating bloody gashes all over. He turned into a bloody shadow and was thrown violently backward.

THUMP!

The blood-soaked figure fell heavily at Zhang Ao’s feet, causing the onlookers to scream in terror.

Damn it, it’s all over. This has really gotten out of hand!

“Vice Marshal!” The two severely injured Guard Officers cried out, scrambling over to the unconscious Ying Rufeng. Pale as ghosts, they trembled as they looked at each other, their faces filled with a doomsday-like terror. Every last shred of their previous arrogance was gone.

Zhang Ao’s vision went dark, and his legs went so weak he nearly collapsed. “What are you doing? He’s… he’s your own brother, and the Ru Feng War God, for heaven’s sake!” Swallowing hard, Zhang Ao gritted his teeth, strode up to Lin Fan, and growled in frustration, “Can’t you keep a low profile for once? Didn’t you agree to those three conditions? Why did you have to kill someone in the Extreme Speed Taekwondo Gym, and why did you have to seriously injure Ying Rufeng!”

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