Chapter 67

Yin Jiuyou's pupils suddenly constricted, the scene before him leaving him utterly shocked.

Lin Fan's hand firmly grabbed Yin Jiuyou's right wrist, rendering him immobile. The fierce attack of the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, which had been so formidable, instantly dissipated the moment Lin Fan made his move. It felt as if an ICD movie player had frozen at the most intense part of the action...

Yin Jiuyou tried to pull his hand back but found it impossible to move. Lin Fan, who didn't look particularly tall or strong, had a grip like an iron clamp, causing Yin Jiuyou's wrist to ache and filling him with a strong sense of powerlessness.

Yin Jiuyou's face changed instantly, realizing he had met his match. Regret filled his heart, as Lin Fan's ability to block his Nine Yin White Bone Claw with bare hands clearly indicated that Lin Fan's realm far surpassed his own.

Yin Jiuyou was inwardly terrified, his right hand held by Lin Fan, unable to move. He had no choice but to form a claw with his left hand and attack Lin Fan's face.

"Hmph, desperate resistance!"

Facing Yin Jiuyou's extremely vicious close-range attack, Lin Fan coldly snorted, neither retreating nor blocking. Instead, he released his grip and kicked out with lightning speed, landing a powerful kick on Yin Jiuyou's stomach just as his left hand extended. The 100-pound Yin Jiuyou was sent flying backward several meters, like a broken kite, crashing heavily into the wall of the abandoned warehouse. The 20-centimeter-thick concrete wall was shattered by the impact!

"Ah!"

Yin Jiuyou fell amidst the ruins, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His true qi, scattered by Lin Fan's kick, left him with a weakened aura. His face, already pale, now showed a sickly flush, and his eyes were filled with fear and shock.

The scene unfolding before him almost made Wang Chao choke on his own saliva. What the hell was going on? Just a moment ago, he was boasting about how he would easily kill Lin Fan, but now, in one move, Lin Fan had been defeated?

At this moment, Wang Chao felt as if he had swallowed a mouthful of shit and was forced to say it tasted good.

Unbearable!

Run!

The farther, the better!

This was Wang Chao's only thought. Seeing Yin Jiuyou defeated by Lin Fan, he turned and ran toward the river without a second thought, wishing his parents had given him an extra pair of legs.

Wang Chao had a boat prepared by the river, originally planning to sail out to sea after killing Lin Fan. With the money he had, he could live comfortably anywhere for the rest of his life. However, he hadn't anticipated that the plan to kill Lin Fan would be reversed.

Yin Jiuyou, without time to reflect, quickly climbed out of the ruins and bowed to Lin Fan, pleading for mercy: "Senior! Yin Jiuyou is blind to the mountain, not knowing you are a Qi Master. I did not mean to offend your divine power. Please, Senior, show mercy and spare my life!"

Qi Master!

This is clearly a Qi Master!

Only a Qi Master, whom he had been striving to become, could so easily break his ultimate technique, the Nine Yin White Bone Claw.

What's going on? A Qi Master in his early twenties? Is he even human? He's a monster!

Yin Jiuyou, kicked by Lin Fan's thunderous kick, was terrified to the core. In this life-or-death moment, all dignity and pride were cast aside. He only wanted to find a way to appease the young Qi Master, or he would surely die.

Lin Fan slowly walked toward Yin Jiuyou, while Wang Chao, a mere mortal with broken arms, was allowed to run. How far could he go?

As Lin Fan approached, Yin Jiuyou's heart felt as if it were being hammered. The overwhelming killing intent from Lin Fan enveloped him, making his heart tremble uncontrollably.

"Senior..."

Yin Jiuyou called out again, but seeing that Lin Fan's expression remained unchanged and his killing intent undiminished, his heart sank, a chill running through his body.

He couldn't just sit and wait to die!

Yin Jiuyou gritted his teeth, mustering the last bit of true qi in his body, and turned to run.

Damn it, he had hoped to use this opportunity to break through, but he never expected to encounter a Qi Master. What a disaster!

Lin Fan raised his eyelids, looking calmly at the fleeing Yin Jiuyou, and coldly snorted: "Hmph, run? Can you really run away?"

As he spoke, Lin Fan's figure blurred, leaving a shadow in place as he flashed forward, appearing in front of Yin Jiuyou in the blink of an eye.

"So what if I'm a Qi Master! I, Yin Jiuyou, refuse to accept my fate!"

Under the threat of death, Yin Jiuyou unleashed 200% of his combat power, letting out a sharp scream as he attacked Lin Fan's chest and face with both hands.

"Tiny ant, how dare you defy my divine power!"

Lin Fan looked at the desperate Yin Jiuyou with cold eyes, his right palm facing down, and with a gesture, a pebble from the ground flew into his hand.

"True qi projection, controlling objects in the air!" Yin Jiuyou's eyes widened, his face showing a look of shock, his mind reeling: "Martial Arts Master!!!"

Lin Fan's display of Qi Master strength had already shocked Yin Jiuyou, but this ability to control objects in the air, a hallmark of a Martial Arts Master, left him trembling with fear. If a Qi Master could still offer a glimmer of hope, facing a Martial Arts Master who could project true qi and control objects in the air, Yin Jiuyou, a mere Inner Qi martial artist, had no chance at all.

The gap between them was like the difference between a firefly's light and the moon's glow.

Yin Jiuyou's heart was filled with regret, fear, shock, and despair, trembling violently.

Lin Fan's movements, though seemingly slow, were as swift as lightning. In Yin Jiuyou's shocked gaze, he pinched the pebble and flicked it with his finger. The small pebble shot forward with an unstoppable force, aimed at Yin Jiuyou.

"Thud!"

A faint sound echoed, a small hole appearing in Yin Jiuyou's forehead, followed by a steady stream of blood.

"You... you dare to kill me... Black Robe will... will definitely..."

Yin Jiuyou's eyes bulged, his words broken and incoherent. His vital energy was cut off, and he died, but his body, driven by inertia, took a few more steps before collapsing.

Yin Jiuyou's last words made Lin Fan cautious. He seemed to have mentioned someone called "Black Robe," but Lin Fan didn't pay much attention. After killing Yin Jiuyou, he turned to look at the fleeing Wang Chao.

"Ha ha, do you think you can escape?"

Lin Fan then used his feet to draw two pebbles from the ground and flicked them toward Wang Chao.

"Whoosh!"

A whistling sound followed.

"Ah!"

Wang Chao let out a scream, his body collapsing to the ground, his legs twitching. Two black holes appeared at his knee joints, blood gushing out.

"Hisss—"

Wang Chao lay on the ground, looking back at the bloody holes on his legs, sweating profusely from pain or fear. He looked up at Lin Fan, who was slowly approaching, his face ashen.

A few seconds later, Lin Fan was beside Wang Chao.