781: Chapter 770: You talk as much nonsense as there are farts 781: Chapter 770: You talk as much nonsense as there are farts Two long swords, trailing Sword Radiance, drew streaks of azure Flowing Light through the air.
Ning Fan, who had no time to waste, became increasingly fierce and cunning in his attacks at this moment.
Since the Teng Zhuhai trio were unarmed, they didn’t dare to clash head-on, knowing the injury would be theirs, and they had already exchanged glances, waiting for the moment Ning Fan’s True Qi would be exhausted.
The power of the Sword Radiance was indeed formidable, but the moment when Ning Fan’s True Qi would run out was inevitable.
Once Ning Fan’s True Qi was depleted, that would be the time of his demise.
Teng Zhuhai’s plan was not lost on Ning Fan, who had already devised a counter-strategy.
His moves also changed, going for broke, appearing like a madman in the eyes of the three.
Naturally, the three of them dare not trade blow for blow with Ning Fan, for his Sword Radiance was no joke,
a moment’s carelessness could result in serious injuries on them.
It was precisely because of the trio’s hesitation that Ning Fan found an opportunity.
He kicked Shangguan Tanglong, the weakest state-wise, away and successfully broke out of their encirclement.
After breaking free, Ning Fan had no intention of running, his gaze once again locked onto Teng Zhuhai.
Sensing Ning Fan’s dangerous stare, Teng Zhuhai’s eyes narrowed, his expression turning extremely grave.
Such viper-like eyes, it had been so long since he had felt them.
At this moment, Ning Fan was a formidable threat in his eyes.
“Ning Fan, you want to kill me?” asked Teng Zhuhai, his face bearing a hint of mockery.
Under Ning Fan’s murderous gaze, Teng Zhuhai, unwilling to show weakness, provoked him outright.
Teng Bei stood by his side, his eyes tightly fixed on Ning Fan.
Should Ning Fan make any sudden move, he would step in front of Teng Zhuhai, even taking the deadliest sword blow for him.
“Your nonsense is as plentiful as farts!”
Before he could finish speaking, Ning Fan drew his long sword and with a gentle flick, charged once more at Teng Zhuhai.
At the same time, footsteps sounded from the distance.
People from the Shangguan Family, armed with various weapons, surged forward from all directions.
And behind Teng Zhuhai, more than a dozen individuals rushed out to shield him from Ning Fan.
Ning Fan’s brows furrowed slightly, but he did not stop his strides.
With a gentle flick of his wrists, blossoms of blood burst in the air, adorning it as if they were painting a canvas, the bright red of blood both beautiful and fatally dangerous.
The group stood no chance of halting Ning Fan’s advance.
Wherever Ning Fan passed, the ground was littered with people groaning in pain, unable to rise due to their severe injuries.
Seeing Ning Fan’s relentless advance, Teng Zhuhai’s expression darkened, the atmosphere growing intensely heavy.
His own people were now on their way to Zhonghai, and the Shangguan Family’s members, so useless, unable to stop Ning Fan.
This infuriated Teng Zhuhai.
Had it been members of his own Yunteng Family, Ning Fan wouldn’t have been able to approach him so easily at this time.
From the beginning, Teng Zhuhai had made the wrong move, a mistake originating from long ago.
If the Yunteng Family’s five top experts, Teng Dong among them, were here and united, not even Ning Fan could approach Teng Zhuhai without warding off a fierce headache trying to find a way.
Regrettably, of these five, three were now captured by Ning Fan, picked off one by one.
Now, Teng Zhuhai had no capable people by his side, with only Teng Bei to help maintain appearances.
Approaching Teng Zhuhai, Ning Fan immediately struck, his sword shadows flickering.
The Twin Swords in his hands unleashed a Sword Blade Storm, still adopting the seemingly crazy tactic of trading injury for injury.
“Damn it, block him for me!”
Teng Zhuhai felt a surge of frustration – facing Ning Fan was like dealing with a madman, none of his strategies seemed to work.
Teng Bei also faced tremendous pressure.
Although Teng Zhuhai would join in the fight, his reservations held him back.
Over time, Teng Bei’s shoulders bore two bloody holes, the wounds so deep they revealed chilling white bones.
Ning Fan was not faring much better.
Having adopted a strategy of trading blow for blow, he had sustained several hits himself.
His face was now turning pale.
“Ah!”
Suddenly, Teng Bei let out a ghastly scream as his thigh was pierced by a long sword.
Ning Fan then severed his tendons, rendering him incapacitated.
Along the lengthy corridor, countless were severely wounded and screams of agony never ceased.
Ning Fan flicked the thick blood off his sword, reversed his grip on the blade, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
His crimson tongue licked around his lips, tasting the flavor of his own blood, his expression growing more ferocious, his gaze even more ruthlessly piercing.
At this moment, Ning Fan faced a single adversary – Teng Zhuhai.
“Huff—” Exhaling a breath of turbid air, Ning Fan’s eyes fixed on Teng Zhuhai with an increasingly icy glare.
Teng Zhuhai now brandished a long sword, though it was unclear when he had picked it up.
He stood in front of Ning Fan, his face expressionless.
His eyes suddenly flickered towards Ning Fan’s Twin Swords, noting the fading Sword Radiance, and couldn’t help but sneer, “How much True Qi do you have left to waste?”
His goal had been achieved.
Though the cost had been steep, Ning Fan’s True Qi was nearly depleted.
Thus, Teng Zhuhai’s wariness relaxed considerably.
Moreover, given Ning Fan’s current state of injury, Teng Zhuhai felt even more confident about taking Ning Fan’s life.
Hearing Teng Zhuhai’s mocking voice, Ning Fan spat out a mouthful of blood, lifted his head, and replied coldly with a smile, “It’s enough to kill you!”
At this moment, Teng Zhuhai burst into vengeful laughter, not wasting another word.
He raised his sword, and in a few moves, the dim Sword Radiance was not enough to break Teng Zhuhai’s sword, leaving their fight at a deadlock.
But as Ning Fan’s face grew paler, Teng Zhuhai knew that Ning Fan was nearing his end.
A little more time, and Ning Fan would surely die.
After several more exchanges, Ning Fan’s movements began to slow.
Teng Zhuhai’s eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing through them—it was time!
A thrust forward, Teng Zhuhai’s gaze locked on Ning Fan’s throat, his mind screaming, “Die!”
But just then, Ning Fan smiled, a triumphant grin spreading across his lips.
His sword lunged almost simultaneously, the Sword Radiance suddenly bursting forth.
It struck Teng Zhuhai’s sword aside and thrust towards Teng Zhuhai’s chest.
Thud!!!
Teng Zhuhai’s eyes bulged with shock, disbelieving as he hatefully lashed out a palm, which thudded against Ning Fan’s chest as well.