643: Chapter 632: Xu Xiaoqing Takes the Stab 643: Chapter 632: Xu Xiaoqing Takes the Stab Ning Fan once again felt what it was like to be powerless, facing a group of True Qi Realm Death Warriors, he was completely at a loss.
Unable to use True Qi, and relying only on his body enhanced by the Genetic Potion, Ning Fan might be able to cause some trouble for these people, but that was all.
If he wanted to kill them, Ning Fan would at least need to recover the strength of the True Qi Realm.
Now, Ning Fan wasn’t hoping for any breakthroughs to the early stage of the Object-Manipulating Realm; he just wished he could have the martial prowess of the True Qi Realm so he wouldn’t be as helpless against these Death Warriors as he was now.
After exchanging a few moves with Ning Fan, the Death Warriors also sensed something was amiss.
The information indicated that Ning Fan’s strength was at the early stage of the Object-Manipulating Realm.
How come now, facing them, people of the True Qi Realm, he was being pushed back step by step?
“Was the intelligence wrong?” In the eyes of the Death Warriors, Ning Fan was too weak at this moment.
Although he had rich combat experience, he lacked the corresponding power.
Never mind the Object-Manipulating Realm; it seemed he hadn’t even reached the True Qi Realm, which was completely contrary to what they had known before coming here.
“I will go all out to create an opportunity for you later, seize the moment and escape quickly!”
Ning Fan protected Xu Ruolan and Xu Xiaoqing behind him and whispered to the two of them.
Xu Xiaoqing was frantically shaking her little head, but Ning Fan turned back and yelled fiercely, “Do you want to become a burden to me by staying here?!”
Ning Fan was enraged.
Now that he couldn’t even count as an ancient martial artist, how could he protect Xu Ruolan and Xu Xiaoqing while facing a group of Death Warriors, all with the strength of the True Qi Realm?
All he could do now was to try to create an opportunity for the two women to leave first.
As for himself, if the heavens were kind, he might even escape the disaster.
At the moment, Ning Fan wasn’t concerned about his own safety, but rather the safety of Xu Ruolan and Xu Xiaoqing.
After being stunned by Ning Fan’s roar, Xu Xiaoqing became as still as a wooden chicken and fell silent as she watched Ning Fan.
Her pale little face looked at Ning Fan’s back, tears rolling in her eyes, almost crying out.
Xu Ruolan hugged Xu Xiaoqing tightly and comforted her in a soft voice, “Don’t cry, he’s not angry with you!”
It was rare to see Ning Fan in such a rush.
Xu Ruolan was much calmer than Xu Xiaoqing and understood that their staying would only burden Ning Fan.
Now that Ning Fan was having some problems with his body, it was somewhat impossible to protect them from these people.
“Heh, none of you will be able to leave tonight!”
A Death Warrior sneered.
They had already noticed the anomalies with Ning Fan; supposedly a martial artist with the strength of the Object-Manipulating Realm, he was now struggling even against their True Qi Realm forces, and without his valuable combat experience, Ning Fan would have already been in their clutches.
“You can try!” Ning Fan’s gaze was resolute.
He gritted his teeth and charged forward.
His speed was very fast, indeed it was to ordinary people, but to these Death Warriors, it was somewhat slow.
With a bang, a Death Warrior leaped out from the shadows, his fist striking Ning Fan’s back.
Ning Fan, who had been sprinting, staggered and fell to the ground with a thud.
Ning Fan groaned in pain, struggling to get up, while the Death Warriors finally confirmed that Ning Fan was no match for them at all, their faces showing mocking smiles.
“I didn’t expect you to be this weak, just trash after all.”
“Jianghu’s Ninth Master, an Object-Manipulating Realm expert?
What a joke!”
“We came here with a belief in certain death, and to think our opponent would be scum like you who can’t even be considered an ancient martial artist, that’s just laughable!”
Ning Fan was barely climbing to his feet, staggering, when a figure walked up to him and delivered a fierce kick directly to his head.
With a deafening crash, Ning Fan smashed into the bar counter like a cannonball, and a clattering cascade of bottles fell to the floor, covering him in liquor and shards of glass.
“It’s over, a disappointingly uneventful operation.”
The Death Warriors raised their sharp knives, as a swift shadow swept toward them from a distance; the blade was aimed at Ning Fan’s chest.
Ning Fan twitched his fingers, his body covered with cuts from the glass, and his blood-stained face speckled with glass shards.
He clenched his teeth in defiance as the approaching knife reflected in his unwilling gaze.
Was he truly about to die at the hands of some nameless nobody?
As an Asura, as the legendary Ninth Master who had left his mark in Zhonghai, to die so miserably in this dingy bar, massacred by someone only in the True Qi Realm?
How ironic this all seemed.
Those in the True Qi Realm, if they also had the strenght of the Object-Manipulating Realm and hadn’t severed their own meridians, would have been nothing more than fish in a barrel.
As for whether he had any regrets, Ning Fan wasn’t sure.
All he could think about was what would become of Xu Ruolan and Xu Xiaoqing, how Huo Qiuran would fare, what about Lan Kexin, the recently established Shadow Team’s Ouyang Feifei, and A’jiu, who had always supported him from the shadows.
Yes, there was someone else—Qin Lan’er.
Who was she exactly?
Was he doomed to never recall her story before he died?
Would his past be buried along with his body?
The thought was unbearable.
Ning Fan’s eyes turned bloodshot, filled with a ferocious rage, as if they were about to burst from their sockets.
Squelch!
The sound of the knife penetrating flesh came with a smear of red, staining Ning Fan’s eyes even redder.
“Aaaahhhhhhhhh!!!”
Ning Fan watched the figure that had flung herself in front of him without a second thought get pierced by the knife; he roared in a frenzy, with a ghastly expression and eyes bulging wildly like a monster’s.
The knife had not hit Ning Fan, but Xu Xiaoqing.
As Ning Fan collapsed into the bar counter, Xu Xiaoqing and Xu Ruolan had rushed over to him.
They were slower than the Death Warriors, but they managed to catch up at the moment the knife was thrust, and Xu Xiaoqing was one step faster than Xu Ruolan.
She had quickened her pace the instant she saw the weapon drawn for the kill.
Her mind a blank, Xu Xiaoqing only wanted to shield Ning Fan, not considering whether she would die by doing so.
She had to protect him, she must, or Ning Fan would die.
Without any hesitation, her body moved before her mind, desperately throwing herself in front of Ning Fan.
Her pure white dress bore a stain of bright red at the chest, where the knife had struck.
Compared to Ning Fan’s crazed bellows, Xu Ruolan knelt on the ground with a face of despair, her hair pulled into disarray, trembling as she repeatedly murmured Xu Xiaoqing’s name, watching Xu Xiaoqing fall into a pool of blood.
Ning Fan bit through his tongue, the pain jolting his body back into action, and he crawled to Xu Xiaoqing, lifting her body that had been pierced by the knife.
Numbed, his eyes wide open, his whole body trembling.