Chapter 1198: Chapter 1187: Turning the Tables, Toying with the Old Hag
No, still wrong.
With Ning Fan’s cultivation, there’s no way he could be killed with just one slash.
Nalan Jiuhuang’s cold eyes flickered, suddenly grabbing the blanket that had been slashed to pieces and throwing it to the ground, her gaze narrowing slightly.
Using the dim light, she began to scrutinize carefully.
Without looking, it was fine. But upon seeing it, cold sweat immediately poured down.
The bed was empty, apart from the messy sheets, there was no sign of Ning Fan.
Nalan Jiuhuang realized the gravity of the situation and quickly moved around the whole room, but still found no trace of Ning Fan.
“Could the intel be wrong, and Ning Fan isn’t residing at the Ning Family tonight?”
Just as Nalan Jiuhuang was lost in thought, her divine soul in disarray.
A playful voice came through, laden with mockery.
“Specializing in big girls, young wives, and secondhand old ladies… Aunt, are you for sale?”
“What?”
Nalan Jiuhuang’s pupils contracted upon hearing this, pulling out her precious saber from its sheath, on guard and searching for the voice’s direction.
The voice was clearly Ning Fan’s, but it was ethereal, and his exact location couldn’t be pinpointed.
“Ning Fan, come out, if you have the guts, let’s fight one-on-one.”
“A mere defeated opponent, daring to come seeking death. Fine, I’ll play with you.”
As soon as these words finished, a silhouette descended from the beam, clothed in black. As the autumn breeze swept in, his clothes fluttered, making him appear tall and imposing.
It was Ning Fan.
“Sigh.”
Ning Fan lit a cigarette, the tip flickering as he sighed heavily, “Old hag, why are you pestering me? I’m not interested in you.
They say thirty like a wolf, forty like a tiger, fifty able to sit and drink soil. Someone like you, over a hundred years old, should have long transcended such desires like a Saint, yet here you are, sneaking into my room in the dead of night. What is your intention?”
Hearing Ning Fan’s frivolous words, Nalan Jiuhuang’s anger flared, raising her war saber to slash down on Ning Fan.
“You brat, dare to tease this old lady, courting death!”
Whoosh…
“Good timing!”
But instead of retreating, Ning Fan advanced, his hands moving like lightning.
With a snap.
His hand, like an iron clamp, firmly seized Nalan Jiuhuang’s precious saber.
“Hmm?”
Nalan Jiuhuang tugged backward, but it was motionless. Hastily, she infused her true qi onto the saber, pulling back with force.
Seeing her straining like this, Ning Fan smiled and suddenly let go.
Crack, crack, crack…
Unprepared, Nalan Jiuhuang pulled too forcefully, retreating uncontrollably and knocking over countless tables and chairs before awkwardly regaining her stance.
So furious, her face turned dark with anger.
Yet under the cloak of night, nothing was visible.
Ning Fan stood there, exhaling a smoke ring, sneering coldly, “I originally planned to deal with you, old hag, tomorrow. Didn’t expect you to come just when my strength recovered and I wanted to take a night stroll… Tell me, are you secretly in love with me?”
“Secretly in love with your mom!”
Nalan Jiuhuang, over a hundred years old, was so infuriated by Ning Fan’s teasing that she could explode, coldly retorting, “Ning Fan, if you’ve got the guts, let’s fight outside. In such a cramped space, your skills can’t be displayed properly.”
“Isn’t it your skills that can’t be displayed?”
Ning Fan retorted with scornful laughter.
As Nalan Jiuhuang rightly said, she, being an intermediate stage expert of the Aerial Mastery Realm, can only showcase her agile movement technique and exceptional skills in aerial combat or long-range attacks from the air.
In such limited space, although her true qi purity and realm level surpass Ning Fan, in unfamiliar surroundings on such a dark night, it afforded her no advantage.
Ning Fan understood this well, and naturally wouldn’t let her succeed. Flicking the cigarette butt towards Nalan Jiuhuang.
Whoosh…
A cigarette butt flicked by a peak True Origin Realm expert isn’t ordinary.
“Tricks of the trade!”
Nalan Jiuhuang slashed her saber, but misjudged the direction.
The cigarette butt changed direction, heading towards her once more.
It turns out the cigarette butt was being controlled by Ning Fan, changing direction mid-air, flying back towards Nalan Jiuhuang.
Ning Fan did this with a deeper purpose.
In the dark night, with the hazy outlines of Nalan Jiuhuang’s figure unclear, the glow of the cigarette butt only gave a rough direction.
Thus, under the guide of the cigarette light, Ning Fan finally spotted Nalan Jiuhuang.
In a flash, Ning Fan moved.
Picking up nearby tables and chairs, relentlessly attacking Nalan Jiuhuang.
Even the slashed goose feather duvet was put to use.
Crash…
Faced with such an onslaught, Nalan Jiuhuang found no way to express her grievances, fiercely waving her saber, true qi enveloping the blade as she slashed at the attacking tables and chairs based on her perception.
Crack…
One by one, tables and chairs split in two, crashing soundlessly to the ground.
The broken goose feather duvet, though light, employed softness to overcome hardness, entangling her precious saber, taking ages to shake off.
Strike when he’s weak, take his life.
Ning Fan suddenly charged forward, kicking her wrist.
Clang…
The saber dropped to the ground with a clear sound.
Bang…
Nalan Jiuhuang staggered back, colliding with the wall behind her, a puff of dust rising.
“Old lady, aren’t you done yet?”
“I should be the one saying that!”
Nalan Jiuhuang was furious, not adapting to Ning Fan’s rascally fighting style.
Unexpectedly, a peak True Origin Realm expert, in a fight with her, an Aerial Mastery Realm top expert, would use tables, chairs, and a duvet as weapons.
If seen by outsiders, they’d laugh their heads off.
More critically, these tactics worked at night for someone unfamiliar with the environment, who could be reasoned with?
Ning Fan, however, wouldn’t let go, using both hands and feet.
Each punch was faster, each kick more violent.
Forcing Nalan Jiuhuang into a corner, where the manipulated cigarette had landed on the goose feather duvet, setting it ablaze.
Ning Fan wielded the burning duvet, charging at Nalan Jiuhuang.
“What? Is this even possible?”
Nalan Jiuhuang’s eyes squinted, the light suddenly brightened, seeing her disadvantaged position in the corner, and watching the burning duvet rushing towards her, knowing it was bad.
Swiftly twisting her body into an iron plank bridge, sliding toward the center of the room.
Before she could stabilize, she felt a kick to her waist, awkwardly supporting herself on a table, quickly steadying.
She whipped her head back.
Only to see a fist as big as a sandbag growing larger, larger, rapidly striking her left eye.