NOVEL WEB Chapter 66: Where Do You Think You Are Going, Little Lamb?
After nearly all the cultivators were dealt with by Feng Fan, Zheng Huang realized he would never be able to kill him inside the fog. In a panic, he quickly chose a direction away from the pond and ran as fast as he could.
Feng Fan noticed Zheng Huang running and smiled.
"Where do you think you're going, little lamb? You didn't get permission to leave."
Feng Fan summoned the Suppression Relic from his space ring once more, gripped it tightly in his right hand, and filled it with spiritual qi before launching it toward Zheng Huang with all his strength!
It soared through the air in a perfect straight line, aimed directly at Zheng Huang's head.
Just as Zheng Huang was only a few steps from escaping the fog's boundary, he felt a heavy object strike the back of his head.
"Ugh!"
The impact sent him stumbling forward, his face kissing the ground a few meters from where he'd been hit.
"Oh, not bad," Feng Fan remarked with a smirk. "It seems I underestimated you, Zheng Huang. You escaped from the fog and even had time to flirt with the ground."
Like Mjolnir, Thor's hammer, returning to its master, the Suppression Relic flew back toward Feng Fan. Before it could reach his hand, he was already sprinting toward Zheng Huang, closing the gap between them.
When Feng Fan was still dozens of meters away from Zheng Huang, he jumped high into the air, catching the Suppression Relic tightly in mid-air.
He aimed to end it all with a decisive blow to Zheng Huang's head.
Sensing the imminent danger, Zheng Huang reacted quickly, using his hands to push off the ground and propel himself a few meters to the left.
The desperate maneuver sent him tumbling, dirt filling his mouth, but it saved his life as Feng Fan's attack struck the spot where his head had been moments earlier.
Feng Fan landed with force, the ground sinking slightly beneath him.
Rising from the impact, he smirked. "Not bad, not bad. Your reflexes are sharper than I expected."
Zheng Huang scrambled to his feet, his eyes burning with anger as he glared at Feng Fan.
"Little bastard! Let's see how strong you are now that I can see you!" Zheng Huang roared.
"Thunder Hawk Punch!"
A surge of electrical spiritual qi erupted from Zheng Huang's fist as a faint illusory hawk materialized behind him, soaring forward with his strike.
Feng Fan smirked, unfazed. "You want to challenge me in strength? Alright, let's roll!"
With a brick firmly in hand, Feng Fan charged ahead.
The collision of Feng Fan's brick and Zheng Huang's electrified fist sent a shockwave of spiritual qi rippling through the air.
Feng Fan remained rooted in place, unmoving, while Zheng Huang staggered back five steps, his face contorted in disbelief.
"I-Impossible! How do you have this kind of strength? You're only at the 5th stage of Qi Gathering!"
Feng Fan's grin widened as he raised the brick again. "Let me show you how to throw a real punch, little lamb." Continue reading stories on empire
Feng Fan closed the distance between himself and Zheng Huang with lightning speed, his weapon aimed directly at his opponent's head.
Zheng Huang crossed his arms above his head to block the strike.
Although he managed to defend against the blow, the sheer force of the impact sent him flying several meters back, slamming him into a tree. A sharp pain radiated through his body as his arms went numb.
Disbelief was written all over his face.
"H-How can you be this strong?! You damn ant!" he roared, his voice trembling with fury and desperation.
Feng Fan raised an eyebrow, his expression bordering on amused. 'What a cliché villain line... Is he about to power up or pull out some hidden trump card?'
Zheng Huang gritted his teeth, his mind racing. 'I have no choice! I'll kill this bastard, no matter what!'
Feng Fan heard his thoughts and quickly understood what he was planning. 'Damnit, I can't let him get the chance!'
Without hesitation, Feng Fan surged forward, his movements a blur as he aimed to stop Zheng Huang before he could make his move.
Unfortunately, Feng Fan wasn't fast enough. Just as he closed the distance, Zheng Huang's aura surged violently, growing at least four times stronger than before.
He had broken through to the Foundation Establishment realm!
With newfound strength, Zheng Huang unleashed a punch that collided with Feng Fan's brick. The impact reverberated through the air like a thunderclap.
Feng Fan felt a tremendous force in his hand, almost causing him to lose his grip on the Suppression Relic.
The blow's strong force sent him flying backward. He managed to stabilize himself mid-air, barely landing on his feet.
The moment Zheng Huang ascended, the pocket dimension itself reacted. The once-clear sky darkened ominously, and an oppressive heavenly law began to descend, locking onto Zheng Huang.
'I've got no more than thirty seconds before I'm kicked out of here,' Zheng Huang thought, his expression hardening with resolve.
Time was running out, but he had no intention of leaving without finishing the fight.
'This bastard is too dangerous. He must not be allowed to escape here alive!'
Feng Fan heard Zheng Huang's thoughts and knew he should escape quickly.
'Oh fuck. Now I'm the lamb!'' He thought.
Before Zheng Huang could launch a follow-up attack, Feng Fan turned around and dashed straight toward the fog.
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At the same time Zheng Huang was escaping the fog's boundary, two more Blue Dragon Sect disciples emerged from the fog, hoping to escape the chaos. Unfortunately for them, Xue Qiang and Huang Xue had been waiting, patrolling the perimeter like vigilant predators.
"Phoenix Descent!"
"Heavenly Dragon Slash!"
The first disciple screamed in agony as Xue Qiang's spear pierced his chest, flames spreading from the wound, consuming his life force.
The second disciple had it better. Huang Xue's sword cleaved through his neck with a single strike, granting him a quicker death and sparing him from prolonged suffering.
One could say Xue Qiang was merciless, while Huang Xue was merciful.