LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 298: Getting Sucked By A Shark
After Feng Fan finished casting the concealment array, a warning pulsed from the Suppression Relic; it had detected a group of five individuals searching the area where the projection orbs were stored. His expression darkened.
'They've already made a move? Are Qin Cai's connections really that deep… or are there other factions involved? This city is more corrupt than I expected. What a waste of my time.'
With swift steps, he made his way through the inner city. It didn't take long to find the secured location where the orbs were kept. Entering was effortless. A few tier 5 and 6 arrays guarded the area, but they were child's play to someone of his level.
Outside the chamber, five hooded figures were already inside, rifling through shelves and drawers, their faces hidden beneath black hoods. Feng Fan didn't need to guess what they were after.
With a flick of his sleeve, the Suppression Relic expanded, surging through the air and crashing into the skull of the nearest man—the one closest to discovering the orbs.
A sickening thud echoed through the room. Blood splattered across the floor as the man lost his footing and fell to the ground. Crimson stained his robes and the floor alike.
"Who's there?!" one of the others shouted, panic flaring in his voice. They looked around, searching the empty room. None of them had seen the attacker.
Knowing these small-time thugs posed no threat, Feng Fan dispelled his concealment array and stepped into view.
"Hmph," he sneered coldly, eyes falling on the twitching man on the ground. "How dare you stain my weapon with your filthy blood?"
His words made the man lying on the ground twitch even more. What kind of absurdity had he just heard? The others didn't fare much better, their expressions tightening with confusion, but they didn't waste time dwelling on it.
"Kill him!" barked the one who seemed to be the leader, lunging forward with his sword. The other three followed without hesitation, blades drawn as they closed in on Feng Fan from four different sides.
Feng Fan shook his head with a sigh of disappointment. "Such aggressive behavior. Didn't your mothers teach you any manners?"
The leader's sword was the first to arrive, slicing downward with the intent to cleave Feng Fan in two. But before the blade could land, Feng Fan sidestepped gracefully and shifted his weight.
Family Jewel Destroyer Kick!
His foot hit true. A strangled scream burst from the leader's throat as his grip on the sword faltered. His eyes rolled back, checking whether his soul was still inside. His knees buckled and he collapsed to the floor, groaning. He couldn't help but question his life choices. What had he done to deserve this? Even getting sucked by a shark might have hurt less.
Seeing Feng Fan's ruthlessness, the remaining three hesitated for a split second, but they didn't dare stop. The consequences of failure weren't something they could afford.
Feng Fan, on the other hand, didn't care in the slightest. It didn't matter how many weaklings came at him; their fate would be the same. Two swords slashed horizontally from both flanks. With a flick of his mind, the Suppression Relic intercepted the blade from the right. Meanwhile, his left hand—surging with spiritual qi—reached out and caught the other blade mid-swing.
A cold smile tugged at his lips, dripping with disdain. "Is that all?"
The man whose sword was caught froze, his eyes wide with disbelief. How could Feng Fan stop a qi-infused blade with his bare hand so easily? They were both at the initial stage of the Spirit Severing Realm!
But his companion fared even worse. The moment his sword struck the Suppression Relic, it felt like smashing into an immovable wall. The force of his own attack rebounded viciously, making his arms tremble uncontrollably as his spiritual qi surged backward through his meridians. Veins burst open across his arms, soaking his robes in fresh blood.
While Feng Fan handled the two attackers at his sides, a third sword came slicing toward him from behind. But as if he had eyes in the back of his head, he yanked the blade he was gripping with his left hand and suddenly swapped positions with its wielder. Caught off guard, the swordsman was dragged forward, unable to resist the force. Before he realized what had happened, he found himself standing exactly where Feng Fan had been a moment earlier.
The final assailant couldn't halt his momentum in time, and his blade cleaved his own companion clean in half. The two halves hit the floor with a dull thud, blood and entrails splattering across the ground. A flicker of horror crossed the man's face as he realized what he had done, but it vanished as quickly as it came.
He quickly launched a follow-up strike. His sword whistled through the air in a horizontal arc, aimed straight at Feng Fan.
Feng Fan shook his head, disappointment evident in his eyes. "What a heartless man, cutting down your own friend like he was nothing. The people in this city really need a lesson. Good thing I'm here, doing this world a favor."
Before the strike could land, the Suppression Relic shot through the air and slammed into the man's face. His head snapped back violently, his upper body following in an awkward arc that nearly turned into a full backflip.
Nearly.
He crashed headfirst into the ground, a groan of pain escaping his lips as he writhed. Feng Fan didn't bother giving him another glance. With a single step, he closed the distance and stomped down, crushing the man's skull with a crunch.
"I really hope this blood comes off my shoe," he muttered, more annoyed than disturbed by the corpse at his feet.
"Y-You bastard!" an enraged voice howled behind him.
Three figures charged at him, swords glowing with spiritual qi, slashing toward his back with the intent to kill.
Feng Fan smirked coldly. "Still standing? I must've gone soft. Let me fix that mistake."