902: Chapter 891: Tricked by Ning Fan 902: Chapter 891: Tricked by Ning Fan Two figures clashed amidst the ruins, bursts of cold light striking against Konstantin’s iron fist, producing crisp, sharp sounds.
Konstantin’s physical strength was no less terrifying than the genetically modified monster-like physique of Ning Fan.
Particularly because Konstantin personally despised the use of weapons, his deep trust in his own body forged it into something unmatched through relentless training!
Ning Fan’s clothes were thoroughly soaked with sweat, steam rising from his head in bursts.
His skin was flushed red, as though his blood were boiling.
It was not mere appearance—his Pure Yang Blood was indeed boiling, his meridians surging, and every single cell in his body yearned for combat.
It was as if he were addicted to battle, as if battle itself had become his very essence.
Ning Fan swung the Black Sword in his hand, charging unrelentingly at Konstantin, the madness in his eyes growing deeper.
“Madman!
You’re nothing but a madman!”
Konstantin glared at Ning Fan cautiously, gritting his teeth as he forced him back.
Yet, his wrist bore a fresh wound as a result.
Trading blows, risking injuries—giving flesh for flesh, life for life—Konstantin considered such tactics to always be a losing choice!
But now, as he watched Ning Fan engaging in a strategy hauntingly similar, it somehow appeared entirely worthwhile.
This forced Konstantin to question if Ning Fan had already lost his sanity.
Otherwise, why would he resort to such reckless actions?
“That’s right.
You guessed correctly.
I am a madman.
And I have certainly been driven mad…
by you and your kind, Konstantin!
You should never have tried to threaten me using others!”
A crimson glint flashed in Ning Fan’s eyes as he thought about the people who mattered most to him—like Xu Ruolan.
She was his reverse scale, his taboo.
Anyone who dared touch it would pay the price.
If protecting them meant becoming a demon, then so be it!
“Today, I’ll willingly embrace madness.
You said I couldn’t leave this building alive?
Well, Konstantin, mark my words: not only will I survive, but I will ascend higher and watch you plummet into Hell!”
Ning Fan’s voice rang out arrogantly, his aura wild and unyielding.
The Black Sword in his hand transformed once again into cascading streaks of Flowing Light, spraying forth like celestial blossoms, all directed at Konstantin.
He unleashed every skill he knew, including the Guigu Sword Technique, along with techniques he had observed and those he had devised himself.
“Guigu Sword Technique…
No, that’s not the Guigu Sword Technique!
Who are you really?!”
Konstantin’s expression shifted drastically as he gaped at Ning Fan’s sword movements, unable to suppress his shock.
He had seen the Guigu Sword Technique before, but Ning Fan’s current execution, though bearing its echoes, was undeniably not a pure rendition.
Compared to the original technique, Ning Fan’s swordsmanship was much wilder—injuring the enemy at the cost of self-damage—a frantic, unhinged style.
“Sorry about that.
I haven’t had time to name these moves yet.
But didn’t you call me a madman?
Then it seems the names should carry the spirit of madness!”
Ning Fan laughed maniacally, his expression utterly crazed.
His body, though riddled with severe internal injuries, seemed completely unbothered as his attacks grew increasingly feral.
Konstantin’s face darkened to an extreme.
Struggling to fend off Ning Fan, he gasped, “Ning Fan, even if it means grave injuries, I swear I’ll kill you here tonight!”
“I’ve told you—you’re welcome to try!”
Killing intent flared sharply from Ning Fan’s gaze as he thrust his sword toward Konstantin’s heart.
This strike was unavoidable.
Konstantin didn’t even attempt to dodge; instead, he shifted slightly, causing Ning Fan’s blade to miss the target by an inch, grazing past his heart and piercing through his ribs.
“Die!”
Konstantin snarled ferociously, his eyes bloodshot, as he launched a punch imbued with the force of a thunderbolt toward Ning Fan’s chest.
With a deafening impact, his fist landed squarely on Ning Fan’s chest, leaving a shallow imprint.
The two adversaries flew backward simultaneously, crashing hard onto the ground with resounding thuds.
“Urgh!”
“Urgh!”
Ning Fan spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, while Konstantin tasted iron in his throat and couldn’t help but vomit blood.
In the shadows, Fei Peilie viewed the scene in stunned silence.
Mutual destruction—it was mutual destruction!
Fei Peilie swallowed hard, unable to anticipate such an outcome.
Just then, Ning Fan struggled to his feet, clutching his chest with one hand, while the other gripped his sword, slowly moving toward the prone Konstantin.
“Cough… cough… I admit, I underestimated you!”
Konstantin spoke weakly to Ning Fan, his lips pale, his face stained crimson with blood.
Ning Fan remained silent, continuing his slow, relentless approach with his Black Sword in hand.
“Ha… ha… ha, Ning Fan, do you really think you can kill me?
You’re just holding on by sheer willpower now!”
Konstantin rose sluggishly, but Ning Fan’s methodical advance exerted tremendous pressure on him.
Cold sweat dripped down Konstantin’s back.
Yet he maintained his composure, reminding himself that Ning Fan was also at the brink, his injuries no lighter than Konstantin’s own.
The two were equally battered.
Despite Ning Fan’s terrifying appearance, Konstantin believed killing him would require staking his own life.
If he chose survival over recklessness, he still had an opportunity to escape!
“I will walk out of this place alive.
Ning Fan, I hope you survive as well—I’ve prepared a little gift for you!”
After speaking, Konstantin grabbed a Smoke Bomb and smashed it onto the ground, enveloping his body in dense white smoke, slipping away like a phantom.
Ning Fan stared bitterly at the obstructive white haze before him.
This might have been his one chance to kill Konstantin, yet it had slipped through his fingers.
Once Konstantin wised up from this encounter, he would certainly never make it so easy to confront him again!
“Damn it, Fei Peilie!
You’ve been hiding in the shadows all this time—why didn’t you intervene?!”
Ning Fan turned his murderous gaze toward Fei Peilie, who had remained hidden for the duration of the battle.
Called out directly, Fei Peilie no longer dared to stay concealed.
He quickly stepped forward.
Under Ning Fan’s palpable, predatory glare, Fei Peilie’s pressure mounted.
He hastily explained, “I couldn’t reveal myself prematurely.
Besides, Teng Yun Geshang’s grand plan is proceeding smoothly.
Don’t worry, Konstantin won’t be able to escape New York City!”
“Is that so?”
Ning Fan’s tone was icy as his cold gaze pierced Fei Peilie.
He forcibly suppressed the urge to kill him.
For now, Ning Fan wasn’t ready to turn on Teng Yun Geshang.
He was too gravely injured, and he still needed their resources and assistance going forward.