Chapter 29 - Ruthless
“Owww!”
The echoing howls of misery were so loud that the ears of everyone within a thousand-foot radius. Even those in the plaza who hadn’t been paying attention to the commotion turned and looked at them.
“You dare snatch my items and even want to cripple my limbs? With just you three trash?”
Chen Fan’s expression was merciless, emanating a cold aura. He swiftly moved his left foot, creating another snapping sound as Wang Hu's left arm broke.
“Ow, ow, owww!”
Wang Hu’s cries were heart-wrenching. His eyes rolled back from the pain, showing their whites.
“You think crying loudly will help?” Chen Fan said coldly, followed by another snapping sound as Wang Hu's right arm broke.
Finally, Zhao Hu and the number two, Lin Hu, came back to their senses. Their expressions changed, and they roared furiously, “Trash, you’re looking to die!”
The two of them immediately lunged at Chen Fan. One was at the early stage of the sixth level, while the other was at the peak of the fifth level. Unleashing their full ferocity, they resembled two fierce tigers descending from the mountains. The initial posting of this chapter occurred via N0v3l.B11n.
They had never expected that leaving Wang Hu to deal with Chen Fan would result in such a situation. How could they take this any longer? They immediately flew into a rage, determined to cripple Chen Fan completely and perhaps even kill him.
However, they didn't dare to be careless. Chen Fan had effortlessly dealt with Wang Hu, surpassing their expectations. They immediately groped at their waists, each fishing out a tiger saber, shining with cold light.
The two brothers displayed remarkable coordination. They unleashed more than a dozen slashes with lightning speed, seamlessly linking their attacks. The saber light turned into streaks of terrifying demonic tigers, pouncing ferociously, seemingly capable of shaking the mountains and the forests.
“It’s the Mad Tiger Saber, a middle-dirt tier martial skill. The two brothers are going all out from the get-go. They must really want to kill Chen Fan.”
“Instantly producing more than a dozen slashes... That’s major mastery, alright.”
The onlooking crowd’s hearts shivered, seeing the swathe of terrifying saber light coming from the left and right, effectively trapping Chen Fan. The slashes tore the air apart, producing sharp whistling noises and forcing everyone’s pupils to contract.
The three tigers of the outer sect had to be this powerful; otherwise, someone would have long gotten rid of them.
“Chen Fan took care of Wang Hu with just a few moves. Looks like his cultivation is at least at the fifth level as well. Who knows what kind of luck he has to be able to cultivate and advance so rapidly.”
“Heh, heh, it’s useless even if he’s at the fifth level. Facing Zhao Hu and Lin Hu’s Mad Tiger Saber, this guy is definitely dead.”
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes, driving primeval qi to his palms, and struck out violently.
Immediately, golden light shone in the air, condensing into a millstone-sized golden palm.
Vajra Seal.
Clang, clang, clang...
Chen Fan ignored their discussions. He stepped forward, approaching Zhao Hu and looking down at him coldly.
Zhao Hu looked at Chen Fan, his face full of shock. He shouted with a trembling voice, “How is this possible? How could this be possible? How did you become so strong?”
“Nothing is impossible.”
Chen Fan said evenly, “Remember what I said earlier? Now I will take the hand that tried to take what’s mine.”
He raised his foot and stomped on Zhao Hu’s wrist.
Chen Fan applied a bit of strength and crushed Zhao Hu’s hand, turning it into a mangled mess of flesh, bones, and dirt.
“Owww!”
Zhao Hu immediately cried out miserably.
“Don’t cry so soon. There’s still the other hand,” Chen Fan said indifferently, seemingly discussing a mundane matter.
The hearts of the people around them trembled, their eyelids twitching violently.
“Ah, no, don’t!” Zhao Hu screamed miserably.
Zhao Hu’s heart was filled with remorse. He realized that Chen Fan was not the insignificant ant he had always believed him to be.
Chen Fan had transformed into a ferocious tiger, lurking in the shadows while they remained oblivious. Their greed had led them straight into the depths of hell.
“Don’t? What do you mean, don’t? Oh, you also don’t like this hand? Let me help you get rid of it.” Chen Fan crippled Zhao Hu’s other hand.
Despair consumed Zhao Hu as both of his hands were thoroughly crippled. Not even the Buddha could help restore them.
The complexions of the people nearby turned pale.
They looked at Chen Fan as if they were looking at a demon. He had crushed Zhao Hu’s hands without even the slightest hesitation.
How ruthless!
“Owww, Chen Fan, you little bastard, you... beast! You will die a miserable death! Senior Brother Chen Changfeng will avenge us! He will soon reach the eighth level. You are finished! You are surely doomed!!”
Zhao Hu showed no regard for his life after getting his hands crippled, clamoring like a madman.
“Your tongue is rather sharp. Very well, I like people like you.”
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes, a cold light flashing in them. His foot fell, and his strength instantly rushed into Zhao Hu’s dantian, destroying it.
“Ah! You little bastard, you crippled my dantian! You deserve to die! You beast, you’ll surely die miserably...” Zhao Hu’s expression instantly turned ashen, completely desperate, but a trace of ferocity could still be found in his desperation.
“You can still curse at me. Looks like you’re not in enough pain. Since that’s the case, you can go to hell.”
With a stomp, Zhao Hu’s head burst like a watermelon; his crazed curses ended abruptly.