901: Chapter 890: Ning Fan, how much longer can you hold on!
901: Chapter 890: Ning Fan, how much longer can you hold on!
The battle between two Martial Artists of the True Origin Realm could destroy this entire floor in mere seconds.
The fight’s aftermath was widespread as both combatants unleashed their full power, forcing countless people to flee for their lives.
With the obstruction from the two Shadow Guards now removed, Ning Fan could fight without restraint.
“Who won’t walk out of this building today is not for you to decide!”
Ning Fan sneered at Konstantin’s words.
In truth, who would emerge alive was still uncertain until the very end.
Amid the floor’s blaring alarms, the two figures weaved back and forth.
Ning Fan’s Black Sword cut through iron like mud, while Konstantin—despite being weaponless—relied on his iron fists, leaving Ning Fan somewhat helpless.
Meanwhile, Fei Peilie—one of Teng Yun Geshang’s men—had yet to show up throughout the prolonged fight.
It was as if they had disappeared entirely.
As for the reinforcements Fei Peilie had previously mentioned, Ning Fan was beginning to suspect they might be a fabrication as well.
As of now, Fei Peilie’s whereabouts were revealed—he was in the surveillance room.
The surveillance room was empty save for him.
All the security personnel had been cleared out, even though the hotel was in chaos and urgently needed manpower.
Fei Peilie had conveniently sent them all away just in time.
“Lord Teng Yun Geshang, yes, it has already begun…”
Holding his phone, Fei Peilie was in the midst of reporting the blow-by-blow details of Ning Fan and Konstantin’s battle to Teng Yun Geshang, ensuring the lord knew every thrilling moment, even if he couldn’t witness it firsthand.
“That brat Ning Fan is really holding his own against Konstantin with just Early Stage True Origin Realm strength?”
Teng Yun Geshang asked in astonishment, his tone filled with incredulity.
In his original plan, cannon fodder would be sent to die, luring Konstantin here while exhausting Ning Fan, who could retreat if necessary.
What he hadn’t anticipated was that Ning Fan’s strength had grown to such a terrifying degree, capable of fighting Konstantin to a stalemate.
His power was now undeniably evident!
While astonished, Teng Yun Geshang also began recalculating.
His plans suddenly required adjustment, as the introduction of Ning Fan had completely altered the equation.
The biggest variable here wasn’t someone else—it was Ning Fan himself!
“In that case, until the winner is decided, don’t let that person intervene.
Only call for their help if Ning Fan is in danger!”
Teng Yun Geshang instructed Fei Peilie.
He wanted to witness the limits of Ning Fan’s abilities in this fight.
Perhaps Ning Fan truly had a chance of defeating Konstantin?
Such an idea was frightening even to Teng Yun Geshang himself—a young man whose strength had grown to the point of challenging them.
Could he truly control someone like him?
“Lord Teng Yun Geshang, there’s something I’m unsure if I should say…”
Fei Peilie suddenly spoke hesitantly, staring at the flickering, snow-filled monitor screens and swallowing nervously.
Not long ago, he had viewed Ning Fan from a position of superiority.
Now, Ning Fan’s prowess left him only able to look up in awe!
“…What is it?”
Fei Peilie took a deep breath.
“This is a rare opportunity.
Since Ning Fan and Konstantin are equally matched, why not let them destroy one another?”
A seed of doubt sprouted in Fei Peilie’s heart.
A dangerous figure like Ning Fan would never allow himself to be controlled.
Teng Yun Geshang’s ambition to subjugate Ning Fan was doomed from the start.
But now, with such a favorable opportunity before them, why not take advantage of it to eliminate the threat Ning Fan posed earlier rather than later?
However, Teng Yun Geshang on the other end fell into a long silence, seemingly absorbed in thought.
“Fei Peilie, am I a man who breaks his word?”
After about a minute, Teng Yun Geshang asked this question.
His rebuke rendered Fei Peilie speechless.
“Do I need to reiterate how this should be handled?”
“…Understood!”
Fei Peilie let out a bitter laugh.
Even someone as cunning as Teng Yun Geshang held his own set of principles and convictions.
Because Ning Fan was still their partner and due to earlier promises, Teng Yun Geshang would not compromise his integrity for now.
Should Teng Yun Geshang be considered stubborn?
Fei Peilie didn’t know how to evaluate him, but he certainly felt immense pressure.
Somehow, he sensed that Ning Fan was akin to a dragon waiting to emerge: “Golden scales are not born for shallow pools.
When storms gather, dragons rise…”
Crackle—
The last remaining surveillance feed turned into static.
Fei Peilie frowned deeply and, resigning himself, shook his head.
Left with no choice, he headed alone to the floor where Ning Fan and Konstantin were battling.
With the hotel elevators out of service, Fei Peilie could only bolt up the emergency stairwell.
About five minutes later, he arrived at the floor, now almost entirely ruined.
What lay before him was a corridor full of devastation—walls reduced to rubble, rooms exposed without barriers, and dust, debris, and scars of combat everywhere.
The scene was shocking!
Shaking his head, Fei Peilie cautiously began searching for Ning Fan and Konstantin in the wreckage.
Soon enough, Fei Peilie spotted them.
At this point, Ning Fan was propping himself up with his longsword, a trail of blood on the corner of his lips.
As for Konstantin, he didn’t look much better either, sporting a savage sword wound across his chest.
“Ning Fan, how much longer can your True Qi hold out?”
Konstantin wiped the blood from his chest wound and licked it off his fingers, sneering ferociously at Ning Fan.
The Sword Radiance, the Black Sword, and Ning Fan’s budding Sword Intent—they each intensified Konstantin’s murderous intent toward Ning Fan.
This man absolutely couldn’t leave here alive; the threat he posed was simply too dire!
“Just long enough to kill you!”
Ning Fan whispered through gritted teeth, pointing the Black Sword toward Konstantin.
During the prior battle, he had suffered a direct punch from Konstantin, resulting in internal injuries across his viscera.
And after enduring the prolonged contest with Konstantin, Ning Fan’s True Qi was nearly exhausted; not even he knew how much longer he could persist.
“Arrogant fool.
Your sword may be formidable, but even barehanded, I can rip your head clean off!”
“Hahaha, if that’s the case, then come and try!”
Ning Fan burst into laughter, his eyes narrowing as the flames of battle reignited within them.
What he sought was Konstantin’s head!
Konstantin’s aura surged once again as his gaze locked passionately onto Ning Fan.
At this moment, both men hungered for the other’s life with unrelenting intensity!