LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 145: Reap What You Sow
The spear-wielding man smirked, confident he had taken care of Feng Fan. 'Ha, what trash!' He thought smugly.
But his triumph was short-lived. Less than half a second later, his expression twisted in confusion. He hadn't struck Feng Fan, only his afterimage!
'Where did that bastard go?!' Panic began to set in.
"Zou Yi, behind you!" One of the women shouted, her voice filled with urgency as she tried to warn her teammate.
A cold shiver shot down Zou Yi's spine. Instinctively, he tried to turn around, but Feng Fan was faster.
A muscular, hairy leg whipped into view. Without hesitation, Feng Fan's kick struck its mark.
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Zou Yi's eyes widened in shock, horror, and pain as blood trickled down from his groin, pooling on the ground below. The pain was so overwhelming that he couldn't even scream.
His body collapsed with a lifeless thud, his expression frozen as if he'd just seen a ghost.
"FENG FAN! YOU'RE DEAD!" the sword-wielding man roared, rage igniting in his eyes. The remaining four launched themselves at Feng Fan, weapons poised to strike.
Feng Fan turned with a calm smile, his eyes gleaming with confidence, like a tiger sizing up its prey. 'Come to me, my precious spiritual qi-grade stones!'
The sword-wielding man reached him first, thrusting his blade toward Feng Fan's chest. But Feng Fan sidestepped smoothly, twisting his body with ease.
Before the man could react, Feng Fan grabbed him by the arm and hurled him like a rag doll toward a sword-wielding woman.
"Ah!" the woman shrieked as her teammate flew straight at her. Unable to maintain her stance, she stumbled, and the two of them crashed to the ground in a heap.
Feng Fan barely spared them a glance. His attention shifted to the next two opponents.
The woman who had shouted earlier to warn Zou Yi now appeared behind Feng Fan, her spear aiming for his left flank. At the same time, another spear-wielding man with a long scar across his face moved in from the right, attempting to corner him.
Their synchronization was near perfect, but Feng Fan's grin only widened.
As the spears entered his attack range, Feng Fan's hands shot out with lightning speed. He caught both weapons mid-thrust, his palms locking onto the shafts with an iron grip.
The scar-faced man and the spear-wielding woman froze in disbelief.
They tugged desperately, trying to reclaim their weapons, but it was futile. The spears didn't budge an inch. Feng Fan's grip was like a steel vice, unyielding and impossibly strong.
The scar-faced man's expression twisted in frustration. "What the hell, how is this possible?!"
The woman's eyes widened, her confidence wavering. "H-he's a monster!"
Feng Fan smirked, his voice calm yet dripping with mockery. "What's the matter? Were these toys supposed to scare me?"
Feng Fan pulled the spears toward him, forcing the woman and the scar-faced man to stumble into his reach. He opened both his palms and struck.
Sealing Palm!
Both of their dantians were struck with precision, quickly sealing their cultivation.
"M-My cultivation!" The woman gasped, her face draining of color.
"T-This... What's happening?" Muttered the scar-faced man, confusion written across his face.
Feng Fan didn't bother answering. Instead, he moved quickly, acting before the Dao Seeking School had a chance to teleport them out. He stripped their space rings of all the spiritual qi stones within.
Unfortunately, the first man he had struck in the groin was already teleported out before Feng Fan could steal from him.
As Feng Fan emptied their rings, the remaining disciples shouted in frustration.
"Y-You thief! How dare you steal during the competition? Don't you have any shame?!" The sword-wielding woman screamed.
Feng Fan found the irony amusing. They had wanted to kill him but complained when he took their belongings.
At least he hadn't taken their lives, they weren't worth anything to him anyway.
He scoffed and slapped her across the face. One of her teeth flew off her mouth.
"Shame? You're the ones who should be ashamed. You're poor as hell! Maybe next time, try improving your financial situation so I can steal more from you."
In just a few seconds, the four of them were teleported out of the competition, leaving behind glowing orbs.
Seeing them, Feng Fan's eyebrows shot up in surprise. 'Looks like the orbs drop when they're teleported out. Nice!'
Just as Feng Fan reached to grab the orbs on the ground, a gust of wind blew over them, sending the orbs out of his reach.
"Hey! That's cheating!" He exclaimed, glaring at the source of the wind.
There stood Qian Xiaoli, casually waving her fan. The orbs floated toward her wristband and slipped inside smoothly.
After storing all the orbs, she turned to Feng Fan with a laugh. "You like robbing people, don't you? Why can't I rob you too?"
Feng Fan stared at her, stunned. 'Is this what they call reap what you sow? I don't like it! I prefer to reap the good things others sowed.'
Not wanting to lose in an argument, Feng Fan muttered under his breath, "Hehe, at least I took your virginity."
Though his voice was low enough for the spectators not to hear, it was more than loud enough for Qian Xiaoli, a Golden Core Formation realm cultivator, to hear it.
Her face turned bright red with embarrassment. "Scoundrel!" She yelled, and the temperature around her dropped sharply.
With a flick of her sleeve, she directed her metal fan, summoning a blast of freezing wind aimed straight at Feng Fan.
Feng Fan felt the chill rushing toward him and his expression hardened. 'Damn it, she didn't hold back at all!'
He missed Little Brick. If he could use it, he could at least have lessened the impact of her attack.
But no matter, there were no what-ifs in this world. Feng Fan gathered spiritual qi into his right fist and punched forward, preparing to meet the freezing wind head-on.
Although his punch weakened her attack, it wasn't enough to stop it. In an instant, he was transformed into a frozen statue!