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"Pah, you think you, a damn Zhou Family successor, can disrespect me? Ask your father if he dares to fart in front of me!" He Feichen scorned with a spit.

Zhou Tianlu’s face changed again; was the Zhou Family this weak now? How could someone just pop up and not give the Zhou Family any regard?

Yun Fei’s eyes flashed with a different light; indeed, He Feichen was backing Yun Xuan, the company had his shares, and all this time she didn’t know the true identity of Young Master He, only vaguely aware it seemed to relate to the mysterious Zhongnan, apparently not simple.

Now that Young Master He had stepped in, if he could drive back Young Master Ling, she might have a hope of escaping from hell.

She really detested the idea of becoming Ling Fan’s woman, not even clear about who he was or what his character was.

"Are you a martial artist? Did you come from the Noble House of Zhongnan?" Ling Fan asked indifferently.

"Hmm? You know of Zhongnan?" He Feichen squinted slightly.

Ling Fan could sense the fluctuations of the origin force in the other’s physique; his presence was not weak, and he could not think of anyone with such a spirit at such a young age, apart from someone from the Noble House of Zhongnan. Nôv(el)B\\\\jnn

Xiao Chubing’s face changed slightly; this was not the first time she had heard of this place called Zhongnan, previously spoken of by Vermilion Bird during a conflict with Lu Jinglun.

"Ling Fan, be careful, you’ve stirred up quite a bit of trouble recently, don’t go overboard!" Xiao Chubing warned.

She didn’t know what the Noble House of Zhongnan was about, but seemed fierce, yet she also knew that Ling Fan didn’t care about this Zhongnan at all; just last night aiming to kill Lu Jinglun was a good example.

Her well-intentioned warning, however, infuriated He Feichen.

"Beauty, I’m not deaf, am I? What did you just say? Asking him not to be too harsh on me?" He Feichen had his eyes wide, pointing incredulously at his own nose.

Chen Ling stood by, totally clueless as she listened to their conversation, feeling like there was going to be a fight.

Xiao Chubing hesitantly nodded, genuinely hoping no further conflict would arise; the past few days had been relentless.

She earnestly reminded, "My husband is very formidable. Let’s both step back and let it go!"

"Damn, what the fuck, it’s like playing the expert in front of Guan Gong; your husband is formidable? Haven’t you seen the wider world, alright, alright, today I’ll open your eyes!

Beauty, how about we make a bet? If I beat your husband down like a dead dog, then you follow me from now on!" He Feichen was completely fuming.

Xiao Chubing was too beautiful; he was captivated the moment he saw her, and this beautiful woman seemed so sure of that fool, which annoyed him greatly.

"Kid, you talk too much. The last one who fancied my wife is still lying in the hospital!" Ling Fan said indifferently.

"Fuck, you’re bold, today you’ll widen your experiences, don’t you know Zhongnan?"

"Hmm, I know a bit, Earth Vein? Heavenly Vein?" Ling Fan scoffed disdainfully.

"You know quite a bit, listen well, I’m the successor of the thirty-sixth family of the Heavenly Vein, the thirty-seventh ranked on the Star Plucking List of Zhongnan, now kneel down, hand over your woman to me, and I might spare your miserable life!" He Feichen stepped forward, his aura surging.

As He Feichen released his aura, everyone around felt an invisible oppression sweep over, involuntarily stepping back, all showing fear.

The things He Feichen had just said, they didn’t understand, but they felt very powerful, seemingly not to be messed with.

At that moment, Ling Fan alone remained unmoved, calmly looking at He Feichen, "Excuse me, what is your strength?"

Seeing that Ling Fan could withstand his pressure, He Feichen lightly exclaimed, "Hmph, Fourth Grade Martial King, mid-stages, are you scared?"

"Oh!" Ling Fan nodded slightly.

"Thirty-seventh on the Star Plucking List and only mid-stage Fourth Grade? What strength is the first?"

"Fuck, you fool, what does the first have to do with you? Think about how you’re going to get past me first!" He Feichen went crazy.

Without a word, he bowed and bent his arms, and his bones instantly made a series of crackling sounds, like beans being fried, causing the expressions of the people around him to change dramatically.

At the Middle Stage of Fourth Grade, he could exert the force of thirty-six elephants, each elephant representing a thousand pounds of force, totaling thirty-six thousand pounds.

All eyes were on He Feichen as he threw a punch like thunder rolling, striking directly at Ling Fan.

"Fuck your mother, watch how I blast you to smithereens!" He Feichen sneered viciously.

Facing this earth-shattering punch, Ling Fan remained expressionless; he harbored a secret, a secret unknown to anyone.

Years ago, while exploring Maya relics, he had unexpectedly inherited the mysterious "Limitless Secret Tome" in a life-threatening situation, which was also why he had narrowly escaped death in that battle two years ago.

Xiao Chubing’s face turned slightly pale, but this time, she was unwavering in her belief in Ling Fan.

Chen Ling was extremely nervous, having never seen such a terrifying punch before.

Zhou Tianlu was also inwardly panicked, feeling the terrifying power of that punch even from a distance.

Only Yun Fei had a complex expression, feeling conflicted. She hoped He Feichen would defeat Ling Fan but also looked forward to seeing Ling Fan do something different.

At the critical moment, only to see Ling Fan let out a light shout.

"Heaven-Cutting Fist!"

An ordinary punch, extremely plain, yet it struck first despite being later.

"Go to hell!"

He Feichen roared, and in the blink of an eye, their fists collided.

"Bang!"

A booming sound filled the air, followed by a muffled groan.

He Feichen’s heart immediately stirred up a storm, and he gasped, "How is this possible?"

The moment their fists touched, he felt his thirty-six thousand pounds of force hit something as soft as cotton, followed by an even stronger force rolling back at him like waves.

In a flash, he rapidly retreated thirteen steps before he could stop himself, his right arm that threw the punch drooping down powerlessly.

He looked down at his arm and noticed his back was drenched in cold sweat. He was a hair’s breadth away from completely ruining his arm.

In contrast, Ling Fan was unmoved, calmly withdrawing his fist.

"Alas, I need to find an opportunity to enhance my strength soon. ’Heaven-Cutting Fist’ can only unleash thirty percent of its power, barely managing to stack three punches," Ling Fan secretly sighed, dissatisfied with the punch he had just thrown.

The "Heaven-Cutting Fist" is the first of the "Holy Martial Nine Forms," and at its highest realm, it can layer up to nine punches. Each additional punch doubles the power.

After the severe injury two years ago, his strength had fallen below the Grandmaster Realm, remaining at the Late Stages of Fourth Grade. Facing He Feichen today had prompted Ling Fan to feel an urgency to enhance his strength.

Yun Fei, standing to one side, was no longer composed. Her face was pale, and her heart pounded uncontrollably.

Not just her, Zhou Tianlu, Xiao Chubing, and Chen Ling were all shocked!

Because they had witnessed an unbelievable scene. In front of He Feichen, the hard asphalt road had thirteen inch-deep footprints, especially the ones at the forefront, which were three inches deep.

"You..." He Feichen’s left hand trembled as he pointed at Ling Fan.

He had fought with the eleventh-ranked on the Star Plucking List and had never felt terror like that from Ling Fan. Could this young man possibly have the strength of the top ten?

But he had seen all the top ten fighters, and none were like Ling Fan. Where exactly did he come from?

"Two options, either submit or die!" Ling Fan glanced at He Feichen and spoke indifferently.