C12 (1/2)
Silence! For a moment, the entire residential area was frighteningly quiet, like a tomb!
Everyone looked at Yang Fan with shocked eyes, as if they were looking up at Devil God.
Defeat …” Defeat! Lei … and he lost just like that!
This was not how the script should act. Shouldn't it be how Lei Bao crushed that trash, Yang Fan, so easily? The result was good, they directly went in for a 360 degree reversal, completely crushing their opponents, and instead went to Yang Fan, the ”trash”, to crush their Black Bamboo Peak's number one master!
Furthermore, anyone with a discerning eye would be able to tell that Yang Fan had been holding back from the start, obviously not holding back on his trump card.
After severely injuring Lei Bao with one punch, Yang Fan did not plan on letting Lei Bao go. Ignoring the shocked gazes of the surrounding service disciples, Yang Fan stepped forward and walked towards Lei Bao who was lying on the ground!
Yang Fan walked very slowly, but every step he took felt like he was stepping on top of Lei Bao's heart, causing him to be unable to breath.
”Yang …” Yang Fan, you... What are you doing? ” When Yang Fan was about ten feet away from Lei Bao, Lei Bao could no longer withstand the huge pressure in his heart and started to shout.
”What for?” The corner of Yang Fan's mouth split open, revealing a mouthful of white teeth that flickered with a cold light, ”Lei Bao, tell me what I want to do!”
”Yang Fan, you... ”Don't act recklessly, we're all from the same sect. If there's anything you want to say, we can talk it out …” With great difficulty, Lei Bao moved his body and said while trembling.
”This... Is this person really the tyrant of my Black Bamboo Peak, Lei Bao? ” The four service disciples came to a realization. The feeling Lei Bao gave them was that he was the boss of the day, the second brother of the day, his Old Third, the master of a hundred restrictions.
”Same sect?” Only you are worthy of mentioning being in the same sect as me! ” It was good that Lei Bao didn't mention his fellow sect members, but now that he was mentioned, Yang Fan was infuriated. The killing intent on his face overflowed as he stepped on Lei Bao's wrist.
Ah!” The excruciating pain caused Lei Bao to let out a heart-wrenching scream, ”Yang Fan! You beast! ”Such a vicious heart, you will definitely die a horrible death!
That fist earlier, although it was heavy, it was only able to break a few of his ribs, at most, it would only be able to let him lie on the bed for ten days or half a month. However, that one kick had shattered the bones in his right wrist.
”You still dare to scold me?” With a raise of his sword-like eyebrows, he took another step towards Lei Bao's left wrist.
Ah!” With a groan like a pig being slaughtered, Lei Bao's left wrist also followed the same pattern as his right.
”Yang …” Yang Fan, you... You Little Brute, you will definitely die a horrible death! ” Lei Bao's eyes spurted blood. He roared in anger, like an enraged beast, wanting to eat someone. ”My big brother won't let you go, die!” ”I want you to die, I want you to die …”
Having both of his hands crippled, not to mention entering the outer sect, whether he could continue to train in the martial way was a big problem. This hatred was so deep that even if he used up all his resources, it would still be difficult to wash!
”You dare to threaten me? I think you're courting death!” With a cold expression, the terrifying Cold Shine disappeared in a flash in Yang Fan's eyes.
The next moment …
The sandbag sized fists rained down on Lei Bao. For a time, the sounds of bones breaking, bones cracking, blood spitting, screams, and angry curses rang out without end.
As for the threat of Lei Bao, Yang Fan did not care at all. The current him was no longer the trash from twenty days ago, he had an early stage Fifth Empyrean cultivation, and adding to that, he had the powerful inferior eighth-grade bloodline, even if it was placed in the outer sect, he would be worthy of the title of an expert. Lei Bao's big brother was only an outer sect disciple.
”Bang!”, ”Bang!”, ”Bang!” …
After each punch, every kick contained more than a hundred cauldrons of power. With such ease, he was able to turn a millstone-sized rock into pieces!