798: Chapter 787: Beating Thousand Faces 798: Chapter 787: Beating Thousand Faces The vast riding arena was now completely deserted, eerily silent.
People from within the arena had all left, not even a staff member remained.
Leveraging his influence as “Lord Jiu” in Zhonghai, Ning Fan could clear the field with just one sentence.
To properly deal with this Thousand Faces without implicating others, Ning Fan came up with such a method.
Since he couldn’t find a suitable battlefield, he decided to create one himself.
Boom!
One of the walls was breached, opening up an equipment room.
Ning Fan stood proudly outside the room, where a disheveled figure was sprawled over the scattered equipment.
“Are you dead or not?
If not, come out quickly, and let’s continue fighting!”
Ning Fan kicked the rubble at his feet, shouting into the mess of the equipment room.
Thousand Faces clambered out from among the cluttered equipment, caught off guard by Ning Fan’s attack.
Ning Fan’s speed had been too fast.
The kick he saw only as a shadow had sent him flying into the room.
Now, having a sensory understanding of Ning Fan’s strength, Thousand Faces felt immense trepidation.
“Damn it, there’s something wrong with this guy’s strength!”
Thousand Faces cursed unwillingly in his heart.
As far as he knew, Ning Fan should only be at the intermediate stage of the Object-Manipulating realm.
However, the strength displayed by Ning Fan far exceeded that stage.
After all, he himself was at the peak of the Object-Manipulating realm, how could he have been caught off guard by Ning Fan?
Yet he still blamed it on his own underestimation of the enemy.
As long as he was a little more careful, he believed Ning Fan wouldn’t be able to beat him.
In the worst-case scenario, neither would be able to do anything to the other, and he would still be able to escape.
Unaware of the thoughts in Thousand Faces’ mind, Ning Fan’s gaze sharpened.
Suddenly two glimmers of cold light appeared before him.
His wrist left a trail of afterimages as two Silver Needles shot out, clinking as they intercepted the hidden chess pieces thrown by Thousand Faces.
One Silver Needle blocked the incoming hidden weapon, while the other naturally shot towards Thousand Faces.
Seeing that his attack had missed and facing an imminent threat, Thousand Faces’s eyes widened.
Without caring how clumsy his movements looked, he rolled on the ground like a dog digging a hole, swiftly jumping out of the equipment room.
“Oh my, with those moves, I thought you were going to face-plant into the ground!”
Hearing Ning Fan’s mockery, Thousand Faces lifted his head, his face darkening and his eyes coldly glinting.
If looks could kill, Ning Fan would have died at least five hundred times by now.
Unable to hold back his anger at this moment, Blood Qi surged within Thousand Faces, his eyes nearly rupturing with rage.
He flipped out a dark dagger and in the next second charged at Ning Fan.
Shadows flickered around Ning Fan, and streaks of cold light flashed by, slicing a few tears into the hem of Ning Fan’s clothes.
The speed of Thousand Faces was dazzling, but the rapid movement of Ning Fan’s eyes was even more overwhelming.
“Found you!”
Suddenly, Ning Fan reached out a hand, grabbed Thousand Faces by the collar, and with a loud shout, delivered a savage over-the-shoulder throw!
With a crack, the floor instantly split into pieces, and the spiderweb-like fissures spread out in all directions.
Thousand Faces grunted and frowned, executing a carp flip to leap up from the ground and rapidly create distance between himself and Ning Fan.
The atmosphere suddenly quieted down, and the two cautious individuals temporarily ceased any movement, leaving only the sound of their steady breathing.
At this moment, Thousand Faces no longer dared to underestimate Ning Fan; the sweat beading on his forehead was evidence enough of the immense pressure he was feeling.
After several exchanges, Thousand Faces had not gained any advantage over Ning Fan, which made him begin to question whether the intelligence was flawed.
The strength of the Object-Manipulating Realm, by definition, should be weaker than the peak of the Object-Manipulating Realm, but this discrepancy was not at all apparent in Ning Fan, who even seemed to be suppressing him easily.
What Thousand Faces didn’t know was that Ning Fan was now just one step away from the peak of the Object-Manipulating Realm, and his strength was rapidly increasing due to multiple battles against opponents of higher ranks.
Furthermore, his constitution was extraordinary, which was why he could display such monstrous strength at this time.
Thousand Faces now felt a desire to retreat.
He genuinely couldn’t gauge Ning Fan’s strength, and continuing like this, he feared he might actually be captured by Ning Fan.
Not wanting to take risks, Thousand Faces, despite his confidence that his strength was still superior to Ning Fan’s, no longer dared to ensure he could kill Ning Fan after witnessing the latter’s grotesquely powerful performance.
Once the inclination to fight left his heart, Thousand Faces became noticeably more apprehensive.
When Ning Fan sensed this change in mindset, he immediately realized it was a golden opportunity.
So, in the next second, Ning Fan suddenly attacked, charging at Thousand Faces like a tiger descending the mountain.
The flow of True Qi around him stirred a breeze, and with a swing of his palm, a tsunami-like Qi Force rushed towards Thousand Faces’s face.
Already on alert, Thousand Faces raised his hands instantly, protecting his front with his arms, using True Qi Body Protection!
Thump!
The palm strike from Ning Fan hit Thousand Faces’s arms like a blow against an iron wall, producing a dull thud, incredibly heavy and muffled.
Thousand Faces felt a huge force hit his hands; it was as if his arms were about to rupture, sending waves of agonizing pain.
Swoosh—
Under the impact of Ning Fan’s Qi Force, Thousand Faces took a horse stance, nailing his feet firmly to the floor, but he was still forced to slide back two meters.
With his hands numb, Thousand Faces looked at his trembling arms and was even more hesitant to engage Ning Fan directly, deciding to turn and flee along a pre-planned escape route.
But just as he turned around, Tulip appeared in front of him; his eyes met those of the woman skilled in the Bewitching Technique.
A sense of dizziness overcame him, and Thousand Faces’s expression became blank for two whole seconds.
In that brief time, Ning Fan was once again behind him, striking his back with his palm.
Ptui!!!
Blood spurted from Thousand Faces’s mouth, forming a mist of blood right in front of him.
His heart was shattered by Ning Fan’s strike, and with eyes wide open in disbelief, he glared at Tulip.
He could never have imagined that the person to push him towards death would be Tulip!