523: Chapter 522: Tang Clan – Tang Fanghua 523: Chapter 522: Tang Clan – Tang Fanghua The first few people who charged at Ning Fan, although smart enough to see that holding the sign with one hand made his lower stance unstable, decided to target exactly that.
But, unfortunately, it was merely their illusion.
Although Ning Fan was holding the sign, he didn’t feel it was particularly heavy, but could these people withstand such immense pressure?
Ning Fan laughed loudly as they charged at him, and with a simple lift of his hand, the large signboard suddenly swung in front of him.
With a loud clang, all their attacks struck the signboard.
The powerful recoil from the steel sign sent them flying back instantly.
After landing, their blood qi roiled, and it took them a long time to recover.
Others who had initially underestimated Ning Fan, upon seeing him handle the thousand-pound sign so effortlessly, realized he was not an easy opponent.
This was why they decided to swarm him.
But even as they rushed him en masse, the effect seemed to be limited.
Ning Fan felt the crowd of people surging around him was too much, and though he didn’t mind the weight of the sign, his movements were somewhat restricted.
Having no choice, since this was the case…
With one hand, Ning Fan suddenly exerted force, lifting the sign even higher.
Next, a scene that changed everyone’s expression occurred.
Ning Fan grasped the thousand-pound sign with one hand and looked at the martial artists charging towards him.
With a twist of his arm and a forceful swipe of his waist, he swung the large sign.
With whooshing wind, the sign brutally swung out like a giant slap.
Taken completely by surprise, the few in the front didn’t have time to react and were harshly smashed by the sign.
It felt as though they had been suddenly hit by a moving truck.
Their chests seemed to shatter in an instant.
With a loud bang, they were smashed and flung against the wall, creating a thunderous noise.
When they slid down from the wall, it was clear they no longer had the ability to stand.
After delivering a blow, Ning Fan felt exhilarated and laughed heartily, his whole being feeling light as he began to somersault.
He no longer suppressed his body, moving like a piece of willow fluff carried by the sign, spinning away.
This scene looked quite bizarre, with the heavy sign dragging Ning Fan’s body to fly out, yet crucially, he could still forcibly change direction.
Just like that, Ning Fan, like a massive hammer, ferociously fanned the sign around.
With every attack, there were several clanging sounds of metal striking, followed by several martial artists being sent flying.
Gradually, they began to feel fear.
Logically speaking, holding such a heavy object should have greatly restricted his movements.
But the result was astonishingly surprising, Ning Fan seeming boneless, letting the sign carry his body to flip about freely.
All the martial artists who came into contact couldn’t ever touch even a corner of Ning Fan’s clothes, often just as they were about to approach him, what appeared in front of them was the familiar large sign of the Tang Clan, then they would be sent flying.
Latterly, fewer and fewer could stand before Ning Fan.
Latterly, these people felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness towards Ning Fan.
However, they couldn’t retreat because Tang Xinyuan was right behind them; they were like an arrow placed on the bowstring and had no choice but to shoot!
In less than ten minutes, no one dared to approach Ning Fan anymore.
The few remaining people were also standing not far away, cautiously watching Ning Fan, not daring to come closer.
Nonsense, anyone who came forward would get a beating, and judging from the situation, even after taking a beating, they couldn’t touch him.
This was totally a one-sided execution.
Looking at the few remaining people, Ning Fan chuckled and said, “What?
Not coming anymore?”
The few exchanged glances, all shaking their heads; of course, they wouldn’t come forward, that would be seeking trouble.
“Fine, since you won’t come, I’ll come then,” Ning Fan nodded.
As his voice fell, he once again leaped into the air, holding the trademark signboard forcefully in front of him.
With the boost of True Qi, Ning Fan’s body traced a long arc through the air and finally smashed thunderously into the midst of those people.
The signboard, weighing thousands of pounds, crashed to the ground, making the entire Tang Clan feel as if it had just experienced a minor earthquake.
Those few were directly blown away by the burst of True Qi.
Tang Xinyuan was no exception.
In that instant, Tang Xinyuan felt as though a mountain was collapsing in front of him, a powerful shockwave brushing past him and forcing his body uncontrollably backward.
But just as he was about to be blown away, Ning Fan swiftly reached out his hand and forcefully grabbed Tang Xinyuan’s neck, pulling him back.
Then, Ning Fan raised his hand, flipped his wrist, and with a smack, slammed Tang Xinyuan forcefully onto the ground before his feet.
Tang Xinyuan felt as though all his organs were about to shatter, his handsome face twisted in pain.
He instinctively wanted to get up, but before he could, Ning Fan’s foot ruthlessly pressed down on his chest.
With one hand propping up the upright billboard and a foot pressing down on Tang Xinyuan’s chest, facing the grand Tang Clan estate, Ning Fan loudly said, “Think you lot, mere novices, can stop me?
And you, Tang Xinyuan, you think you are unmatched in the medical community?
Let me tell you, I’m taking down this sign today, any problems, let Old Master Tang come to take it himself!”
“You… You will regret this!” Tang Xinyuan yelled, his expression twisted in agony.
From his youth to now, his pride had been torn to shreds by Ning Fan; he felt utterly worthless.
He hated, he suffered, he wanted to smash Ning Fan to pieces!
“Regret?
Hah…
You’re inferior in skills, since you’ve lost, you’ve lost.
You want me to regret?
Fine, I’ll make you regret!
I’ll cripple one of your hands, from now on, remember, any Tang Clan member should bypass me when they see me!”
After speaking, Ning Fan’s foot had already shifted to one of Tang Xinyuan’s arms, his foot applying slight pressure.
Tang Xinyuan’s face contorted in more pain.
“No… don’t do this, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please spare me.” Tang Xinyuan finally became afraid, the agonizing pain shooting through his arm.
He finally began to beg for mercy.
Ning Fan didn’t care about that, with just a bit more force, he could break Tang Xinyuan’s arm instantly.
But just then, a loud shout came from within the Tang Clan, “Stop!”
Ning Fan heeded the call and stopped his action, looking up and seeing an elderly man in traditional attire slowly walking forward; behind him stood a crowd from the Tang Clan.
Ning Fan’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the old man, his lips curving slightly upward.
This man was the current helmsman of the Tang Clan: Tang Fanghua!