Chapter 22

"Who?"

Lin Bao abruptly stopped his laughter and looked over with displeasure.

A young, handsome boy was leaning against the window, looking at the distant lake, seemingly ignoring everyone inside the third floor.

"Who are you?"

Lin Bao frowned. He had seen this young man when he went upstairs, but he had paid no attention to such a small fry, focusing entirely on Guo Wei, Zhou Tianhao, and the two gunmen.

Now, it seemed that everyone had witnessed Lin Bao's ferocity, yet this boy still dared to speak up, clearly relying on something.

Lin Bao had roamed overseas for many years, surviving countless battles. Besides his martial prowess, he relied on being cautious. Even facing a seemingly ordinary young man, he was unwilling to underestimate him, for fear of a fatal mistake.

"How about it, Zhou Tianhao, will you agree? As long as you agree, I'll take care of this scar-faced man." Chen Fan continued.

Zhou Tianhao knelt on the ground, torn between agreeing and not agreeing.

His heart told him that even Guo Wei and the two hired gunmen had been defeated, so what could he, a mere youth, do? But this was his last chance, and he had to grab it, as he was already on the brink of life and death.

"Oh? Take care of me? What a big talk." Even with Lin Bao's composure, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. The scar on his face turned red, making him look even more fearsome.

Chen Fan turned around leisurely, leaning against the window, and said to Lin Bao:

"Why shouldn't I say it? You're just a mere Inner Strength Master. If your master were here, he might stand a chance against me."

"You're asking for death." Lin Bao's face changed drastically, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

In his heart, his master, a Martial Arts Grandmaster, was like a god. He had seen his master kill opponents in the midst of thousands of soldiers and walk away laughing. Whether it was a national army or a major country's intelligence agency, they were powerless against his master. His master held a significant position in the overseas Chinese community, and this boy dared to insult him, deserving to be torn to pieces.

"I'll twist off your head, tear you apart, and throw you into Yan Gui Lake to feed the fish." Lin Bao said each word with a chilling aura, making everyone in the building pale with fear.

Even Guo Wei couldn't help but think, 'What time is it? You, this ignorant boy, are still jumping out to seek death. Haven't you seen how terrifying Lin Bao is?'

A Biao was also stunned, knowing that Chen Fan was arrogant, but he didn't expect him to be this arrogant.

Chen Fan straightened up and said calmly:

"Oh, is that so?"

He reached out his right hand, as if grabbing the wind, then formed a finger like a knife and slashed it in front of his chest, delivering a powerful palm strike!

I have a sword, to slay all!

A white light shot out from his palm, leaving a mark several feet long on the ground.

'Shriek!'

The table in front of Lin Bao and Chen Fan was split into two, the cut as smooth as a mirror. The expensive carpet on the ground also split, creating a several-meter-long tear that extended to Lin Bao's feet.

Lin Bao was stunned!

The third floor of Bai Lu Building was deathly silent.

Everyone stared in shock at the long mark on the ground.

"Damn, is he a human or a god?"

A Biao's mouth hung open, trembling as he spoke.

If Guo Wei and Lin Bao's martial prowess was still within the realm of imagination, just a bit stronger and faster, then Chen Fan's airborne slash, cutting through the heavy wooden table and the carpet, was beyond what anyone could imagine. Many people had the same thought as A Biao.

"This isn't divine magic, it's the external release of Inner Strength." Guo Wei stared at the mark on the ground, muttering after a long while:

"A Martial Arts Grandmaster can kill from ten yards away, with the power of a hundred-step divine punch. I always thought it was just a legend, but to see it with my own eyes, I have no regrets."

Suddenly, a 'whoosh' sound was heard, and everyone turned to see Lin Bao retreating rapidly towards the stairs.

'He's trying to escape?'

Of course, Lin Bao was running. From the moment he saw Chen Fan's finger slash, he felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss.

He never expected that just coming to the country to seek revenge would lead him to encounter a Martial Arts Grandmaster at the pinnacle of martial arts!

With a master who was a Grandmaster, no one understood the terror of the Transcendent Realm better than he did. It was a realm where one could kill with a breath and capture the wind as a blade. Not even ten Lin Baos could stand against this youth.

"He's so young, yet he has already reached the Grandmaster realm, it's unbelievable! My master, a genius, only reached the Transcendent Realm at fifty, becoming a powerful figure overseas. No, this news must be told to my master. The appearance of such a genius in the domestic martial arts world means a change is coming."

Lin Bao thought, retreating even faster. But Chen Fan sneered:

"Thinking of leaving now, isn't it too late?"

He took a deep breath, his chest swelling, then exhaled.

A condensed white beam shot out like a bullet, traveling several meters and striking Lin Bao's back.

Lin Bao felt as if hit by a thousand-pound hammer, his vision blacking out as he flew out and crashed into the wall.

"External release of Inner Strength, killing with a breath. Truly a Grandmaster." Guo Wei trembled.

At this moment, he no longer doubted the youth's identity.

This boy, who looked only sixteen or seventeen and was still in high school, was a Grandmaster at the pinnacle of martial arts, a dragon whose head was visible but whose tail was not.

If someone had told him this before, he would have slapped them, 'What the hell, how can a Grandmaster be seventeen or eighteen? Even a Grandmaster under thirty is a once-in-a-lifetime genius, not something to boast about.'

Zhou Tianhao, who had just recovered from the shock, suddenly jumped up and ran to Lin Bao, kicking him hard and sneering:

"Boy, did you think you'd have this day? I could chase you like a stray dog back then, and I can still kill you today. Hahaha."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind him:

"Lin Bao isn't dead, just unconscious. Be careful not to kick him awake."

Zhou Tianhao's laughter stopped abruptly, like a duck whose neck was grabbed.

He turned his face, already wearing a fawning smile:

"Brother Chen, no, Master Chen, you didn't kill this villain?"

Chen Fan rolled his eyes: "He's still a fully accomplished Inner Strength Master. How could a breath kill him? At most, I knocked him out."

He walked to Lin Bao and patted him a few times:

"Alright, I've broken his Sea of Qi. Even with Inner Strength, he can't use it for now. The rest is up to you."

"Yes, yes, Master Chen, your skills are divine, I admire you." Zhou Tianhao fawned, his face contorted in a way that made people want to laugh.

But today, Zhou Tianhao had experienced a rollercoaster of emotions, on the brink of life and death, and had long thrown away his dignity. Now, he only wanted to cling to Chen Fan's leg.

With such a powerful expert as a backer, he, Zhou Tianhao, would no longer fear any Inner Strength Master or over-the-river dragon.

What the hell, are you stronger than Master Chen, who can kill from a distance?

Zhou Tianhao thought to himself.

"Master Chen, can breaking the Sea of Qi make someone unable to use Inner Strength?" Guo Wei, ignoring his injuries, asked urgently.

A martial artist's Inner Strength is different from the internal energy in martial arts novels; it comes from the entire body, not just the dantian, so there are almost no methods to seal it.

"I used a special technique to seal several key points in his body, dispersing his Inner Strength so it can't gather, thus losing its power." Chen Fan explained casually.

Guo Wei was stunned. What kind of technique is this? It's almost like 'point striking' in TV shows.

Indeed, a Grandmaster, truly amazing.

"Alright, the matter is settled. Brother Hao, it's time to fulfill your promise." Chen Fan clapped his hands.

"Promise?" Zhou Tianhao slapped his head, saying, "Right, right, the promise!"

"Rest assured, Master Chen, not only will I not reduce the ten million, but I'll double it. I'll send it to your residence immediately, without a moment's delay." Zhou Tianhao pounded his chest, guaranteeing.

It wasn't just ten million; even a hundred million, though it would hurt, he would not hesitate.

Is it worth spending a hundred million to befriend such a powerful expert?

Absolutely worth it.

Haven't you seen how Lin Bao, who could roam overseas, had accumulated more wealth than Zhou Tianhao? How much more so for Chen Fan, a Grandmaster with unparalleled martial arts? It's not something money can measure.

At this moment, Lin Bao slowly regained consciousness and smiled bitterly:

"I've lost today, and I accept it. But if you kill me, my master will definitely seek revenge for me."

Chen Fan looked at him with interest and said, "You mean your Grandmaster master?"

Seeing Lin Bao nod, Chen Fan smiled and said, "Perfect, I want to meet him too. I haven't seen a true Martial Arts Grandmaster yet, I hope he doesn't disappoint me."

With that, he crossed his arms and walked down the stairs, leaving the third floor in chaos.

"Truly the demeanor of a master." A Biao felt that a man should be like this.

Though I may not reach it, I aspire to it.