inspire-indiana Chapter 1531 - 1529: Lan Zhengqing, You Finally Showed Up
Chapter 1531 - 1529: Lan Zhengqing, You Finally Showed Up
One breath!
He blasted out a hundred punches in one go, every single one seething with killing intent, cold as ice, carrying sky-piercing rage that wanted to blow Lin Fan into dust!
Lin Fan’s eyes hardened; he was already prepared.
Instant Escape!
His figure retreated at extreme speed, dodging the bombardment!
Since his Cultivation Realm had already reached Supreme of Ancient Ninth Layer, naturally, his Instant Escape speed had also become faster.
Less than one ten-thousandth of a breath!
His figure directly appeared a hundred meters away.
By the time that figure finished throwing a hundred punches.
In an instant.
Lin Fan’s figure returned to the original spot again, just taking a small step back, pulling a single-step distance between himself and the other party.
"Lan Zhengqing, you finally decided to show yourself."
He let out a cold smile and said.
The watching亡民 were shocked and stunned, not just because Lin Fan’s moves had been faster than lightning just now, but even more because Lan Zhengqing actually couldn’t hold himself back and went for a killing blow against a guy from the Sumeru Continent.
And.
He still didn’t kill him!
Huff—
Huff—
Lan Zhengqing was panting heavily, bean-sized beads of sweat popping out on his forehead.
He hadn’t turned around, but he could clearly feel that all the亡民 behind him were holding their breath, staring at him wide-eyed.
Humiliation!
It was simply too humiliating!
He, the dignified Lan Zhengqing, had actually launched a sneak attack on an ant from the Sumeru Continent!
Even more humiliating was that...
Even with a sneak attack, he hadn’t blasted the other guy to death. He didn’t even touch a single hair on the other’s body!
Lin Fan had dodged it with ease!
Gulp!
He swallowed hard, the corner of his eye twitching viciously, his expression becoming hideously twisted, rage practically shooting out of his eyes!
"Young Master Lan... this is Young Master Lan?!"
"This is unbelievable!"
"How did this guy... manage to dodge..."
"Impossible..."
"Too terrifying!"
"What kind of monster is he?!"
"Even a sneak attack didn’t hurt a single hair on him... and it was Young Master Lan’s sneak attack..."
"No wonder we couldn’t hurt him just now either... all my hairs are standing up..."
Rustling discussions spread among the亡民.
Panic.
Fluster.
Doubt.
Fear.
Before this scene, no one would’ve believed that Lan Zhengqing would ever miss.
Even after it actually happened, these亡民 still thought they’d seen wrong.
But.
The truth had fully unfolded in front of them; Lin Fan standing there unscathed was the best proof!
Lin Fan’s lips curled up in a smile. "Lan Zhengqing, looks like everyone is very interested in the fact that you missed. This is probably your first time failing in front of so many eyes, right? Someone like you would never make a move without a hundred percent certainty. You just never thought I’d dodge so easily and make you lose all face."
"..." Lan Zhengqing’s face flushed beet red, and he didn’t say a word.
"Actually, I already knew you’d try a sneak attack. Someone as insidious and cunning as you, ambushing others is the best method—achieving your goal without risking anything. But what you didn’t know is that I’d already guessed all your thoughts. I was just waiting for you to show up."
Lin Fan’s gaze locked coldly onto Lan Zhengqing, full of mockery and playfulness.
As if Lan Zhengqing was a puppet in his hands, something he could toy with and ridicule as he pleased.
Of course.
That was exactly the case. Wasn’t Lan Zhengqing’s current situation that he’d stepped right into Lin Fan’s trap and been ruthlessly toyed with?
Careless!
The corner of Lan Zhengqing’s mouth twitched, his fury and hatred almost spilling out from his eyes.
He actually hadn’t realized it was Lin Fan’s setup.
Even more unexpected was...
Lin Fan had actually dodged his bombardment so easily!
Clearly, not long ago, not even an hour ago, Lin Fan had still been reduced to a pile of bare white bones under his hand, nowhere to run, without the slightest power to fight back!
But now.
Lin Fan seemed reborn, a completely different person from before. Not only did he dodge his sneak attack with ease, he was even standing there with a mocking face, ridiculing him, sneering at him, tearing into him!
How could it have turned out like this?!
Just one short hour apart—how had everything flipped completely upside down?!
Lan Zhengqing couldn’t make sense of it no matter how he thought about it, and the more he thought, the angrier he got. The rage was almost burning his heart into molten sludge!
He stared at Lin Fan, and from the outside, he couldn’t see any difference from before.
He couldn’t help cursing in his heart.
Motherf— just a mere Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, how can he...
Suddenly!
A streak of cold light shot through Lan Zhengqing’s body, and he violently, fiercely shuddered!
It felt as if someone had punched him hard in the chest, unbearably suffocating; he almost couldn’t breathe and staggered two steps uncontrollably, nearly falling.
"Young Master Lan!"
"Young Master Lan!"
The surrounding亡民 naturally had no idea what was going on and all moved to support him.
But Lan Zhengqing steadied himself.
He sucked in great gulps of air!
Sweat poured down like rain!
His face was as pale as a sheet of paper, covered with panic and confusion!
Lin Fan, however, was calm and relaxed, wearing a playful smile. "Looks like Young Master Lan has already noticed something’s wrong, otherwise you wouldn’t be like this. If you’re scared so bad you piss yourself, just say it. I definitely won’t laugh at you. After all, anyone who found out about this would be scared half to death. You’re no exception."
The亡民 looked at each other; you look at me, I look at you, all at a loss.
This guy was a bit too arrogant.
Young Master Lan was the Young Master of the Water Clan—what hasn’t he seen, what hasn’t he gone through? He’d even taken first place at the Fenghua Gathering twice. In the entire Five Elements Realm, everyone knew his name, and anyone would give him some respect.
Yet such a Young Master Lan was actually being scared till his face turned ashen by some nobody. The亡民 really couldn’t figure out why.
"Quit acting so damn cocky, what the hell do you think you are?!"
"Young Master Lan’s already angry, you’re dead!"
"Are you kidding? How could Young Master Lan be scared? You’re dreaming!"
"Just wait obediently for death!"
"In a bit you won’t even have a corpse left!"
A few loudmouth亡民 didn’t notice anything wrong with Lan Zhengqing. Or even if they did, they still jumped out to flatter him, to show their loyalty.
But these亡民 didn’t know that the louder they shouted, the harder they laughed, the more fiercely they yelled, the deeper the damage they inflicted on Lan Zhengqing’s heart.
Although they were cursing Lin Fan, in Lan Zhengqing’s ears, it all sounded like sarcasm aimed at himself.
Even a tiny little ant scared you half to death.
What kind of Young Master are you?
Hahaha! What a disgrace!
The shame of the Water Clan!
Lan Zhengqing’s mind was filled with all kinds of mocking voices, sharp and grating.
"All of you shut the fuck up!"
He glared, eyes bulging, and slapped both palms sideways. A violent, ferocious aura erupted out.
Countless snowflakes surged out from Lan Zhengqing’s palms!
In an instant.
Those few loudmouth亡民 were frozen into solid ice.
Then.
With a crash, they shattered into ice shards!
Dead!
The remaining亡民 were scared out of their wits, retreating in fright, terrified that Lan Zhengqing had gone mad and would turn on them.
However, Lan Zhengqing didn’t turn around, and didn’t even glance at the ice shards beside him. He just stared straight at Lin Fan.
Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, his expression becoming unusually solemn.
Because he could feel Lan Zhengqing’s terrifying pressure.
"Impossible! Lin Fan, what the hell did you do?!"
"How is this possible! You damned thing!"
"In just one short hour, how could you go from Ninth Rank Saint Emperor to Supreme of Ancient Ninth Layer! That speed is way too fast; Cultivation Realm doesn’t rise that quickly! Even if it did, your body couldn’t possibly withstand it! It’s too shocking—what the hell did you do?!"
Lan Zhengqing roared at Lin Fan like a madman, his voice like thunder.