Chapter 37 - Fear Me (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Of the three spells held in the Jade Talisman, the Arcane Bulwark of Thunder was the most powerful. It was able to ward off harm from Yin Soul, Spirit Ent.i.ty, Malice Qi, and Immortal Will.

As soon as Chen Fan summoned the thunder, the dark spirit in the mist let out a pained shriek before it turned on its heels. However, a cultivator’s spell could not be easily outran.

Chen Fan held the lightning bolt and hurled it at the dark mist.

“Boom!”

The lightning bolt snaked through the air and hit its target. The dark mist was defenseless before such power and disappeared into thin air the moment it was dealt a blow. However, the lightning didn’t disappear; it pa.s.sed through the mist and hit the clay urn clutched in Master Wu’s arms.

“AHRR!”

Master Wu screamed and collapsed to the ground. The lightning bolt had pulverized the clay urn, turning it into a puff of dust.

The roaring of the thunder swept through the room as windows and the gla.s.ses on the table s.h.i.+vered into pieces. It was as if a wild typhoon had just ravaged through.

“The Thunder Art of the Heavenly Master Sect?” Master Wu exclaimed, his hair stood upright due to the static current; soot smeared all over his face and hands.

Fear flickered in Master Wu’s eyes as they looked at Chen Fan like rabbits would to a tiger. Seeing another thunderbolt had already formed in Chen Fan’s hand, Master Wu ditched any plan of counterattack as he clambered onto his knees and started to kowtow to Chen Fan.

“Master, master! Please, forgive me! I will never do it again. Please!”

Master Wu was terrified by Chen Fan’s display of power and fear had rendered him defenseless. The only thing he could think of was to kneel and beg for forgiveness.

Under everyone’s fearful eyes, Chen Fan took a step forward and said:

“I have broken your spell; do you have a problem with that?”

“No, no, no! I have no problem!” Master Wu said in a shaky voice.

Chen Fan took another step and announced:

“I have destroyed your Dharma Artifact. Do you have a problem with that?”

“No! No Problem!” Master Wu nodded vigorously.

One more step. Chen Fan towered above Master Wu and shouted down at him: “I have ruined your reputation, spoiled your business and forced you to beg me on your knees. Do you think you deserve that?”

“I do! I deserve everything one hundred percent!” Master Wu’s forehead was already bleeding from kowtowing too hard. His voice was desperate and saddening.

“Since you have realized your mistake, I will spare your life for now.

“Now f.u.c.k off! If I ever see you again in the Chu Zhou City, I will pulverize you just like I did to that clay urn!” Chen Fan said as the cracking lightning bolt in his hand finally disappeared. He looked down at Master Wu like looking down at a worthless worm.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.”

Master Wu pushed himself to his feet and fumbled through the exit.

Chen Fan linked his hands behind him and looked to Xin Zhong and Boss Gu.

Although Xin Zhong was a business tyc.o.o.n in the northern bank of the Yangtze River, Chen Fan’s seemingly calm gaze unnerved him. He felt icy sweat slide down his back as both legs started to tremble.

Master Wu was not just a n.o.body, he could kill people from afar, and his skills had earned him a great reputation. However, Chen Fan’s power had dominated Master Wu so completely that Master Wu didn’t have a chance to fight back. Xin Zhong was just an unenlightened mortal, and he knew he would be easily crushed by an opponent who could summon thunder on a whim.

“Master… Master Chen… In a … civilized society, killing is against the law.”

Blood drained from his face. Xin Zhong pushed against the table with both hands to support his body as he stammered out a few words.

“What happened to Mister ‘I-am-so-full-of-myself’?” Chen Fan asked sarcastically.

The question made Xin Zhong’s hairs stand on end, and he thought his swelling heart was going to jump out of his chest.

“Master Chen, please forgive me! I will give you anything you want.” Xin Zhong lowered his head and pleaded for his life.

A moment ago, Xin Zhong was still on his high horse, but a moment later, he was begging a sixteen-year-old high school student to spare his life. The sudden turn of events had filled the other attendees’ hearts with contradicting emotions.

No one had taken Chen Fan seriously when they first saw him. When they had learned that he was just a high school student working in a Bar, many of them even laughed at him as if he was a joke.

However, then and there, they saw Chen Fan command the power of thunder, defeat Master Wu and then forced Xin Zhong to beg him, yet, no one in the hall dared to speak out against Chen Fan.

Despite the hundreds of millions of yuan each of these tyc.o.o.ns had, they were worthless before Chen Fan.

“Now, that is what I call a powerful man.”

Old Man Zhen clutched the chair as he was deeply impressed by the boy.

He had seen people with more ill.u.s.trious achievements on paper than Chen Fan —some of them were even on Forbes’s List—but none of them had Chen Fan’s bearing and demeanor.