Chapter 70

Wu Fan took a step forward, standing very close to the old man of the Wang family. He slightly tilted his head and asked with a particularly puzzled tone, "What did you say?" as if he hadn't heard clearly. However, from the playful expression on his face, it didn't seem like he hadn't heard clearly at all; rather, it seemed like he was looking for an excuse to start trouble.

If he wasn't looking for trouble, why did he kick open the gate of the Wang family's residence as soon as he entered? What is a gate? It's the face and dignity of a family, which cannot be easily disrespected, right?

In fact, Wu Fan had come today with the intention of causing trouble. He had no intention of reconciling or forcing the other party to apologize. He had no such plans at all.

The old man of the Wang family was named Wang Jiao (pronounced "jue," similar to "jue" in "awake"). He had a fiery temper even in his youth, and it hadn't diminished with age. Otherwise, he wouldn't have led people to storm the Yingyang Guard's Hundred-Man Camp in Xingyang.

Hearing Wu Fan's words, Wang Jiao immediately intensified his tone and repeated, "I don't care who you are. If you don't give me a proper reason to explain... I guarantee I'll hang you on the door latch and use you as a door panel!"

Wu Fan slowly straightened his body, raised his eyebrows, and smiled, "Grandpa, your temper is quite explosive!"

Wang Jiao sneered disdainfully, his gray beard trembling, "Young man, don't be unreasonable!"

"Ha ha ha..."

With a sinister smile, Wu Fan clasped his hands in a salute and said seriously, "I came today to seek an explanation! An explanation for the Yingyang Guard's Hundred-Man Camp, and for those Yingyang Guards who were beaten to death and injured by you!" He paused, leaned forward slightly, and continued, "As the saying goes, every wrong has a cause. The former Hundred-Man Zhou Ling owed your family money. How much, how he owed it, and why he didn't pay... I don't know, and I don't want to know. I just want to know—why did you go to the Hundred-Man Camp to beat, smash, and kill people!"

Wang Jiao narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his head, and said proudly, "Because I wanted to!"

Though his words were strong, Wang Jiao was actually quite angry, not just at Wu Fan, but more so at the dead man Zhou Ling, who had been dead for over two weeks.

Xingyang was a chaotic place. Collusion between officials and bandits, and between officials and merchants, was rampant. No one's hands were clean.

Zhou Ling had a good relationship with the Wang family in the southern part of the city. About half a month ago, Zhou Ling, under the pretense of doing business, borrowed 30,000 taels of silver from Wang Jiao, promising to pay it back by the end of the month. What could Wang Jiao say? He lent it! After all, Zhou Ling was still the Yingyang Guard's Hundred-Man at the time, and he controlled the Wang family's business. Plus, Zhou Ling had a good reputation and was trustworthy.

However—

Before seven days had passed, Zhou Ling was killed, dying by the canal.

30,000 taels of silver was no small amount. Even if the Wang family was wealthy, money didn't grow on trees. They couldn't let it go to waste. Wang Jiao went to Zhou Ling's house to demand repayment, but what he saw was a poor widow and orphans. What could he get? What could he take?

With a surge of anger, and hearing that the new Hundred-Man of the Yingyang Guard was about to arrive, Wang Jiao, in a moment of heat, decided to give the new Hundred-Man a warning, to show him his power, and to gain more advantages in the canal business. He led people to storm the Hundred-Man Camp, showing off his might.

Jv Zhe, another Hundred-Man of the Yingyang Guard, had a temper as bad as Wang Jiao's. He was used to being the bully and couldn't stand being bullied. Thus, the Yingyang Guard and the Wang family clashed, leading to a tragedy.

Wang Jiao didn't think much of it, perhaps even now he still didn't. What's done is done, and what's dead is dead. What else could be done?

"Good one, 'Because I wanted to'! Well said! Well said!"

Wu Fan smiled, nodded, smacked his lips, and sighed, for no apparent reason.

Suddenly—

"Swish!"

A quick knife flash brought a streak of blood and a severed limb!

Wang Jiao felt his body tilt and uncontrollably fell to the ground. Looking down, he saw that his right leg had been severed and was standing there, blood gushing like a fountain!

The pain came a bit later.

"AAAAAA!!!"

"My leg! My leg!"

Wang Jiao screamed in agony.

Who would have thought that Wu Fan could turn so quickly? Everyone was stunned, standing there with their mouths agape, dumbfounded.

Wu Fan glanced at the fallen Wang Jiao, pointed to the black eagle embroidered on his flying eagle uniform, and chuckled, "What do you think this is? 'Because I wanted to'? What a big mouth! Afraid of the wind blowing your tongue off!" He paused, eyes wide with anger, and roared, "The Yingyang Guard is the Emperor's personal army! You dare to gather and storm the Hundred-Man Camp, and kill the Yingyang Guard! I see you are tired of living! You are rebelling! I, Wu Fan, the Hundred-Man of the Xingyang Yingyang Guard's Hundred-Man Camp, swear to eliminate the traitors and rebels... to the last one!"

"AAAAAA... You... You still look... Kill him..."

Wang Jiao was in such pain that he almost fainted. His once ruddy face turned pale as the blood drained and the fear grew.

Wu Fan lowered his head slightly, looking at Wang Jiao's distorted, pained eyes, and smiled, "Hang me on the door latch as a door panel? Let's see who ends up hanging there today!"

"Kill him!"

The Wang family's retainers finally reacted, and one of them shouted, and they all rushed forward.

Wu Fan's choice was cunning. He stood next to Wang Jiao and fought the retainers. The retainers, afraid of stepping on their master, were naturally cautious, fearing they might accidentally hurt Wang Jiao, so they couldn't fight to their full potential.

Additionally,

By standing there, Wu Fan created space for himself, giving him more room to maneuver.

With the space, Wu Fan could confidently say that as long as it wasn't a superhuman or someone with higher cultivation, he could take them down one by one, two by two!

It must be said that Wu Fan's choice of the "Nine Phoenixes Facing the Sun" sword, which matched the "Purple Qi from the East" inner breath technique, was spot on. After breaking through to "Gathering Qi into the Sea," his strength, speed, and sensitivity all improved to varying degrees. His martial arts had always been focused on agility, speed, and flexibility, and the "Nine Phoenixes Facing the Sun" sword enhanced these aspects and was good for group battles. In other words, as long as there was enough space, Wu Fan was not afraid of group battles.

Seeing Wu Fan being overwhelmed by the Wang family's retainers, the Yingyang Guard outside the gate initially couldn't bear to watch, covering their eyes. They were afraid that their new Hundred-Man would be chopped into pieces! No one acts like this to court death! That's what? Crazy! In just a few words, he cut off the head of the Wang family's master... The Yingyang Guard with a weak heart wanted to run away to avoid being killed by the Wang family in retaliation after Wu Fan was killed.

However,

Reality was dramatic. In the crowd, Wu Fan, with a single fine steel sword, leaped and dodged... No! He moved like a dragon and a phoenix! The sword flashed, and screams echoed, not a single hair was harmed, and he injured and killed seven or eight of the other side.

[Descended from the heavens!]

That was the only thought in the Yingyang Guard's minds.

"A bunch of trash! Come on!"

Wu Fan beckoned to the Wang family's retainers, who were already intimidated and hesitant to approach, with a clear provocation.

The blood on Wu Fan's face and his smile were eerily mismatched, making people feel uneasy.

"Kill him... Reward... 3,000 taels... Reward..."

The fallen Wang Jiao weakly shouted.

Wu Fan stepped on Wang Jiao's chest, shaking his head in amazement, as if in admiration. He looked up at the Wang family's retainers surrounding him and said with a smile, "3,000 taels! Worth a try! What's that saying? A generous reward will surely attract brave men! What? No one brave enough?" His smile never faded as he stomped on Wang Jiao's chest, "Not dead yet? Perfect! I'll hang you on the door latch as a door panel later!"

"Go to hell!"

In the moment Wu Fan lowered his head to speak, a burly man sprang up and swung a club at Wu Fan's head.

[Got him?]

The man was delighted, thinking the iron club would hit Wu Fan's head.

Soon.

"Swish!"

Another flash of light, and blood spurted three feet high!

"Clang!"

The iron club fell to the ground, making a weak sound. The man, clutching his throat in disbelief, fell to the ground.

Wu Fan shook the blood off his sword and said coldly, "Too slow!" He smiled again, addressing the corpse, "What a pity, you were a brave man. You almost killed me just now! Try harder next life!"

Indeed, compared to Wu Fan, who had cultivated "Gathering Qi into the Sea" and specialized in the "Nine Phoenixes Facing the Sun" sword, a mere burly man was too slow, too slow.

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