Chapter 1158: Chapter 1147: Killing you is effortless
In this way, under the slow-boiling frog scenario, the enemy will be effortlessly and silently killed.
Nalan Yanfeng, being Ning Fan’s opponent, had studied him extensively and checked his background. No one had ever been able to kill him.
Not only that, but they would often be counter-killed by Ning Fan.
It can be said that in this world, Ning Fan’s early life was marked by killing gods that crossed him and slaughtering Buddhas that blocked his path.
“Ning Fan, this is my great grandaunt’s Nirvana Phoenix Technique. Although I have only learned the basics, it’s enough for self-protection. Even though I can’t kill you, you can’t hurt me either.”
“Oh? Then go ahead and try it.”
Ning Fan frowned, not taking her words to heart at all.
He pondered Nalan Yanfeng’s words, realizing that the ‘great grandaunt’ she mentioned was Nalan Jiuhuang, a renowned figure in Huaxia, who dominated for decades and few could resist her Nirvana Phoenix Technique.
Simply put, this technique undoubtedly burns one’s life force.
Ning Fan found it hard to imagine how Nalan Jiuhuang managed to live over a hundred years under constant life exhaustion.
Presumably, there must be some secret technique that efficiently replenishes strength and Vital Energy, prolonging life.
However, Nalan Jiuhuang’s skills had reached a perfect state, naturally unafraid of burning True Yuan, while Nalan Yanfeng was different. She had only grasped the basics of the Nalan Phoenix Decree and it was unknown whether she had learned Nalan Jiuhuang’s longevity secrets.
This meant Nalan Yanfeng was risking her life at this moment, and the longer the delay, the worse it would be for her.
Ning Fan could calmly face the situation without worry.
With this in mind, Ning Fan became playful. He said leisurely, “Nalan Yanfeng, even if your great grandaunt were here, she wouldn’t be a match for me. Go ahead and try your best.”
“Hmph, I don’t believe I can’t burn you to death.”
Nalan Yanfeng knew her martial skills were shallow. If she delayed longer, it would only put herself at a disadvantage.
So, she made a decisive move, her figure darting like lightning, launching a thunderous strike at Ning Fan.
“Hey, kid, give me your life.”
“Oh ho.”
Ning Fan’s expression was unpredictable. He could clearly feel that Nalan Yanfeng was getting ever closer to him, and the scorching sensation grew increasingly intense.
His skin reddened more and more, which gave Nalan Yanfeng unspeakable joy, assuming her martial skills had disrupted Ning Fan’s internal equilibrium.
It’s well known that the human body has a temperature limit. Once it surpasses this limit, it disrupts the internal ecological balance and immune system.
At that point, under endocrine imbalance, Ning Fan would soil himself, turning into a mess without any external attack needed.
Seeing victory on the horizon, Nalan Yanfeng’s complexion became even more radiant and vibrant.
She was even more desperate to kill Ning Fan, so her speed significantly increased, at least ten times faster than before.
When she was less than a meter in front of Ning Fan, her previously confident expression turned into shock and deathly pale.
Why?
Because, in an instant, Ning Fan’s entire body was enveloped in True Yuan, brimming with killing intent, and his once reddening skin suddenly returned to normal as if unaffected.
“This can’t be! Under my great grandaunt’s ultimate skill, no one has ever been able to withstand it.”
Nalan Yanfeng was somewhat questioning her life perspective, momentarily dumbfounded.
However, in such close proximity, spacing out is extremely dangerous.
Ning Fan obviously wouldn’t miss such a golden opportunity to eliminate his enemy. With a look of devilish delight, he reached out with a vigorous grab and seized Nalan Yanfeng by the throat.
“Why don’t you run?”
“Ugh…”
Before Nalan Yanfeng could scream, she was hoisted up, her feet off the ground, rendering any struggle futile.
Due to obstructed breathing, her True Qi became chaotic, and in no time, the formidable aura of the Nirvana Phoenix Technique dissipated like smoke in the wind.
The layer of reddening steam vanished without a trace.
Nalan Yanfeng’s Vital Energy depleted, making her instantly appear ten years older, her complexion turning dry and cracked, like an old woman.
Ning Fan coldly glared at her with disdain, “Lack of Martial Prowess and daring to recklessly initiate the Nirvana Phoenix Technique — you’re courting death.”
“Ning Fan, just kill me.”
With her neck in Ning Fan’s grasp, Nalan Yanfeng found it increasingly hard to breathe, feeling as if life was worse than death.
After all, there’s a world of difference between being tortured to death and dying straightforwardly.
Nalan Yanfeng had never faced setbacks before; everything she did was brutally simple.
This was the first time in her life she’d been pressured to such an extent.
“Heh heh.”
Ning Fan had no intention of letting her go. For a venomous woman like this, she needed a bloody lesson, to understand the vastness and solidity of the world before dying with resentment.
The more Nalan Yanfeng wished for a swift death, the more Ning Fan denied her that chance.
Her futile struggle only resulted in her complexion turning ever paler, with a slight contorted look.
Her face then turned a steel-gray, lastly pitch black, clearly due to air deprivation, reminiscent of a pig’s head.
“Ning Fan, hurry and kill me.” Nalan Yanfeng was eager for death, incapable of enduring nor enjoying such suffering.
Meanwhile, Ning Fan watched her die away bit by bit, firmly holding Nalan Yanfeng mid-air with his hand like a vice grip.
“I want to watch you die slowly, so you understand that good begets good and evil reaps evil; it’s only a matter of time.
Weren’t you thinking the same way when you tortured strangers before?”
Damn.
Nalan Yanfeng’s face darkened even more, tinged with a purple hue, a sign of severe blood stagnation. Even her once fiery-red lips became swollen and blackened.
Next, she began to convulse violently, like a mother at death’s door.
“Nirvana Phoenix Technique? Do you even deserve it? At best, you’re just a boastful little hen, not knowing your place and constantly causing trouble. This is your end.”
Ning Fan gazed at her pitiful state, silently mocking her.
Nalan Yanfeng’s struggle grew slower, slightly mechanical.
Each kick used her entire might, eyes were turning white, and saliva pooled at the corners of her mouth, a stark contrast to the once valiant Nalan family heiress.
After the vigorous struggle, Nalan Yanfeng’s head started trembling vigorously, nearly slipping from Ning Fan’s grasp.
But at this critical moment, Ning Fan certainly wouldn’t let her go, tightening his grip even harder.