Chapter 75

Hearing a sound, Wen Yan was taken aback.

This voice was unfamiliar to her, but she immediately realized who it was and what the situation was: at this critical moment, Xi Fan had broken through and connected! And he had recovered the魄力 (soul force) that had been stripped from him!

However, this guy’s words...

"You’re crazy! Is this funny? Save me, damn it!" She cursed and shouted, cried and laughed. Facing Luo Ting’s bullying and humiliation, even falling into complete despair, where even death was impossible, Wen Yan had not shed a single tear. She wasn’t the kind of girl who expected tears to solve problems. But at this moment, she cried, sobbing loudly, when hope suddenly ignited, a savior appeared, and she found a support in the midst of despair.

Funny?

Xi Fan didn’t find it funny at all. He was rather embarrassed that his breakthrough happened at such an inappropriate time, and that there were actually two people doing that in his presence. But when Wen Yan shouted and cried, he immediately realized the situation wasn’t what he had thought.

Xi Fan slowly got up. He was a bit used to having only one consciousness, and suddenly regaining all his senses made him a bit uncomfortable for a moment. He moved his body, twisted his neck, and his joints made a series of "cracking" sounds. He quickly got into the state, his gaze firmly locking onto Luo Ting.

"Let him go," Xi Fan’s tone didn’t carry any anger, but it was an absolute and unquestionable command.

"What if I don’t?" Luo Ting sneered, but he wasn’t quite sure what was going on with Xi Fan. Why had he been unresponsive earlier and now suddenly awakened? He knew this guy wasn’t a master, and when he came to the Tianzhao Academy, he was still carrying serious injuries. When the other three showed off their skills, this guy was a burden, always needing to be taken care of.

A guy like this also wants to play the hero?

Luo Ting found it amusing. He wasn’t too worried; for him, it was just one more person to kill. And killing someone from the outer courtyard was much less stressful than killing Wen Yan. Indeed, from the moment he had evil intentions toward Wen Yan, he never planned to let her live. Now, just adding one more insignificant victim didn’t matter much.

But, he needed to act quickly.

Luo Ting thought, not waiting for Xi Fan’s next move. Was it necessary to be so cautious and waste time on such a small character?

He laughed, his smile full of mockery, mocking Xi Fan’s overestimation of himself, and then he suddenly raised his hand.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind struck out.

He was a贯通者 (connector) of the气之魄 (soul of air), and besides his 异能 (special ability) "气逐" (Air Pursuit), he also had some control over "air." Although it wasn’t as powerful as Chu Min’s, it still had some killing power, especially in terms of speed.

Crack!

A sharp sound, and a face was already in ruins.

Luo Ting’s face showed surprise.

At such a distance and such speed, the gust of wind aimed at Xi Fan’s forehead was effortlessly dodged by a slight turn of his head. The movement was so precise and agile. The gust of wind ultimately hit a face in the mural behind him.

Luo Ting had completely forgotten about Wen Yan, and he instinctively took a step back. A bit more distance would give him more confidence in his attack method.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Luo Ting raised both hands, using two fingers from each, and continuously struck out with gusts of wind. But without exception, all were easily dodged by Xi Fan. The mural behind him quickly gained several holes, but Xi Fan remained unscathed.

"How is this possible?" Luo Ting called out in disbelief.

Xi Fan’s movements were fast, but the key to dodging his gusts of wind in succession wasn’t just speed, but accuracy. Xi Fan’s judgment was extremely accurate, and each dodging movement was precise and efficient, quickly adjusting to avoid the next attack, as if he knew exactly how Luo Ting would attack.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Luo Ting, unwilling to give up, raised his hand again, but the result was the same. Xi Fan had already dodged these attacks and was now in front of him.

"Always bullying the weak, so you don’t even know how to hide your attack intentions?" Xi Fan said, already throwing a punch. A straight punch hit Luo Ting’s face, causing his nose to bleed, and he staggered backward. When he lifted his head, his face suddenly showed a sinister smile.

"Ha ha ha ha..." He laughed, raised his hand, and the gust of wind struck out again.

"Be careful!" Wen Yan immediately realized something and called out.

Huh?

Xi Fan was also taken aback this time. Every time this opponent attacked before, from his eyes to his expression to his movements, he exposed his intentions. So each time, Xi Fan could accurately predict his attack position and dodge calmly. But this time, the guy just raised his hand, hiding all the expressions and movements that would expose his intentions?

Unable to predict, Xi Fan had to make a large movement to dodge, but this time, it seemed as if the gust of wind knew his intentions and still hit him, striking his right hand.

The gust of wind with soul force collided with Xi Fan’s right hand, making an indescribable sound, and blood immediately gushed out from his right hand.

"It’s Air Pursuit! His ability can lock onto the scent symbol he targets!" Wen Yan called out.

"Exactly!" Luo Ting, with a face full of blood, continued to grin, "Now, it’s your right hand!"

Xi Fan’s right hand, which had hit Luo Ting, now carried Luo Ting’s scent, making it a target for his "Air Pursuit."

As he spoke, the gust of wind struck again.

Puff...

Xi Fan’s right hand was hit again, and no movement could stop it, blood gushing out once more. Luo Ting, as cruel as before, didn’t stop, and another hit followed. Xi Fan’s right hand quickly became covered in blood, but he turned to Wen Yan and said, "Is this how he defeated you?"

Wen Yan was taken aback.

"He always attacked your weakness, a weakness you couldn’t bear the pain of," Xi Fan said.

"Yes! What about you!" Luo Ting laughed madly, continuously striking out with gusts of wind, attacking Xi Fan’s right hand.

"Insane!" Xi Fan charged forward, his right hand extended in front of him like a shield. The gusts of wind from Luo Ting all hit it, splattering blood in front of him.

"I still have my left hand!" Xi Fan said, his left fist swinging out, breaking through the blood, and hitting Luo Ting’s face, which was full of shock.

Puff!

One punch!

"And my right hand isn’t that hard to bear!"

Right fist swung, second punch!

Boom!

Luo Ting was hit by the punch and flew backward, crashing into the wall behind him. His eyes were full of fear, and when he raised his hands, he couldn’t concentrate to control the soul force of air. He looked at Xi Fan, who was charging toward him, in terror.

"Kill him!!!" Wen Yan shouted angrily.

"Do you think I need to be told?" Xi Fan said.

"No, kill me..." Luo Ting’s words were only half-spoken before Xi Fan’s left hand firmly grabbed his neck, and his blood-covered right hand pressed against his head.

The instinct for survival made Luo Ting once again control the soul force of air, and the air, once again under his control, made an attack guided by his "Air Pursuit," striking Xi Fan’s right hand.

But what could this do?

Luo Ting didn’t feel any movement in the hand pressing against his head; his attack seemed to be nonexistent to the other party.

It’s not like this! Luo Ting couldn’t understand how his precise attack was so rudely countered.

The blood from Xi Fan’s right hand flowed over Luo Ting’s forehead, mixing with the blood on his face, blurring his vision.

Crack.

This was the last sound Luo Ting heard. Then, he felt his head lose support, as if it was falling down. His blurred vision finally disappeared completely as Xi Fan twisted his neck.

"Killed." Xi Fan turned to Wen Yan, stepping aside to show her.

"Really... killed?" Wen Yan was taken aback.

"I was just angry at the time..." Wen Yan said.

"Shouldn’t he be killed?" Xi Fan frowned, his expression questioning Wen Yan’s character.

"Should be killed!" Wen Yan was also very firm, but she hesitated, "But to let you kill him like this..."

"It’s no big deal." Xi Fan said.

"Ah, forget it..." Wen Yan didn’t want to argue anymore. She wasn’t worried about whether Luo Ting should be killed, but who should kill him. Letting Xi Fan handle it like this would likely cause another wave of trouble. But no matter what, Xi Fan had protected her, so what could she complain about? Any trouble should be dealt with by her.

"Is your hand okay?" Wen Yan asked, seeing that Xi Fan’s right hand was still bleeding.

"It’s fine." Xi Fan smiled, "My weakness isn’t in my right hand." After saying that, he fell forward, landing on the ground with a thud.

Blood instantly stained his back.

(29th, the countdown to the release is on!! But I still don’t have any saved drafts!)

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