Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 8 - Killing Liao Feng

Liao Feng laughed arrogantly, “So what? Man, I really didn’t expect trash like you to have enough brain to hide it well. You made us search for nothing!”

A few days ago, they had come to Chen Fan’s place after he had fainted from the lightning strike and rummaged through it. However, they failed to even find the shadow of a primeval stone, leaving Liao Feng feeling disgruntled.

He was certain that Chen Fan had saved up many primeval stones over the last three years. After all, Chen Fan\'s lack of martial arts talent meant he did not need such a large quantity of primeval stones.

Driven by his desire to use the primeval stones for his cultivation breakthrough and perform better in the Outer Sect Grand Competition, Liao Feng felt increasingly disgruntled by his failure to find any.

He had been searching for Chen Fan\'s whereabouts for the past few days, but it seemed as though Chen Fan had vanished, not returning to his place for days.

Liao Feng had followed him home when he had spotted Chen Fan conversing with Qin Changkong in the plaza, and now, he had caught Chen Fan red-handed, hiding his primeval stones under the corner of his courtyard wall.

Liao Feng’s eyes burned with greed seeing the wooden box in Chen Fan’s hands. With this, he could break through to the fourth level of the Qigong realm swiftly, perhaps even to the fifth level.

"I can\'t believe you\'re breaking the sect\'s rules like this," Chen Fan said, glaring at Liao Feng. "No one is allowed to enter someone else\'s residence without permission.”

“What a joke. Martial trash like you should have been expelled from the sect long ago. So what if I broke into your place? Will the sect punish me because of trash like you?” Liao Feng snorted, openly defying the sect\'s rules without any regard for consequences.

Liao Feng told the gray-clothed teenager, “Go get that wooden box of his. How is trash like him worthy of using primeval stones? Giving them to him is simply a waste!”

The gray-clothed teenager nodded and walked toward Chen Fan with a cold smile.

“Hand it over. Trash like you isn’t qualified to own primeval stones. Brother Feng will help you put these primeval stones to good use.”

The gray-clad teenager sneered at Chen Fan, his arm extending toward the wooden box in Chen Fan\'s hand as if it were his own property.

“Hmm?”

The gray-clothed teenager furrowed his brow because Chen Fan had grabbed his wrist.

He looked up, stared at Chen Fan with disdain, and laughed coldly. “What, you want to fight back, you trash?”

Snap!

Chen Fan\'s expression was as cold as ice, but he said nothing. Instead, he squeezed the hand that the gray-clothed teenager had extended towards the wooden box, his grip tightening until he heard bones snapping.

“Ah...!”

The gray-clothed teenager let out a miserable scream. His forehead immediately broke out in cold sweat from the intense pain.

Bang!

Chen Fan followed up with a kick to the gray-clothed teenager’s chest. The ferocious strength of the kick broke a few of the teenager’s ribs and sent him flying back. He crashed before Liao Feng’s feet, vomiting blood and howling in pain.

“Trying to snatch my primeval stones? You might take them, but I’m afraid you won’t be able to use them!” Chen Fan said. His gaze was cold, and an icy aura emanated from him.

Chen Fan was no longer that trash from before!

In the past, resisting Liao Feng\'s gang would have been futile. Not only would Chen Fan\'s primeval stones have been taken, but he would have also suffered a brutal beating for his defiance.

However, things are different now.

His cold gaze fell onto Liao Feng, and a cold light shone in his eyes.

He had wanted to test his strength on someone. Since Liao Feng had come to him of his own volition, he would play along and use him as a punching bag.

Liao Feng was stunned. He looked at the gray-clothed teenager crawling on the ground, still having difficulty believing what had happened.

The gray-clothed teenager’s cultivation was a peak second-level Qigong martial artist, just a step away from breaking through to the third level. Logically speaking, taking the wooden box from Chen Fan should have been effortless. Yet, Chen Fan had snapped his wrist, sending him tumbling to the ground.

Liao Feng quickly came back to his senses. Looking at Chen Fan wide-eyed, he exclaimed, “Trash, you’ve broken through to the Qi Gathering realm?!”

“That’s right,” Chen Fan answered indifferently.

Liao Feng’s pupils shrunk slightly; the very next moment, he laughed coldly. “So what if you’ve broken through to the Qi Gathering realm? Trash will remain trash. Three years to reach Qi Gathering, and you’re only at the first level.” “While I”—Liao Feng’s qi erupted with a boom, forming a fierce gale and rushing out, sweeping up the rocks and dirt on the ground—“am at the third level!”

“So what?” Chen Fan said plainly.

Liao Feng had thought Chen Fan would look terrified. However, he only looked at Liao Feng calmly and spat out those words flatly. He felt like he was punching cotton; it left him irritated.

“Looks like you think you can act haughty before me after advancing to the first level, eh?” Liao Feng said icily, his eyes shining with cruelty. He decided to teach Chen Fan that a piece of trash forever remained a piece of trash, something he could trample with his feet whenever.

“Take revenge for me, Brother Feng!” said the gray-clothed teenager with difficulty, his eyes filled with resentment.

Liao Feng glanced at him and said, “You useless thing, I have to take action personally because of you!”

Liao Feng walked toward Chen Fan step by step with his aura pressed down on Chen Fan. He wanted to see him on the ground, begging for mercy under the pressure of his aura.

Regrettably, that did not happen. Chen Fan stood in place like the sun and just stared at Liao Feng coldly.

Liao Feng\'s heart grew colder. His eyes gleamed with an eerie light, and he quickened his pace. He quickly closed the distance between them, stopping three meters away from Chen Fan. The primeval energy within him surged forth, and he bellowed, "Wild Ox Fist!"

He enveloped his right arm in primeval qi and punched his opponent violently.

The air reverberated like a wild ox had let out a deafening roar. A massive shadowy fist hurtled toward Chen Fan, its presence suffocating.

Wild Ox Fist was a lower-dirt tier martial skill practiced by many from the outer sect. It was trendy among the outer sect disciples due to its simplicity and power.

Liao Feng’s cultivation was at the middle stage of the third level of the Qigong realm, giving him 3,200 jin of strength. The Wild Ox Fist had an additional 100 jin of power, totaling 3,300 jin of raw power.

Before even the fist’s shadow had reached him, the forceful gusts created by Liao Feng\'s strike swept up Chen Fan\'s long hair, causing it and his clothes to billow wildly.

A fierce glint shone in Chen Fan’s eyes. His primeval qi surged in his meridians like the ocean tide and appeared in his right hand. With a swift motion, he extended his right hand, launching a golden palm forward.

Bang!

The Vajra Seal collided with Liao Feng\'s fist shadow, obliterating it without hesitation. Unimpeded, the seal continued its trajectory, crashing into Liao Feng\'s chest with incredible force.

The sound of bones cracking echoed through the air as Liao Feng\'s chest caved inward. No one knew how many of his ribs were broken. He let out a miserable scream and fell to the ground, spewing blood.

“You’re not at the first level! At the late stage of the second level! Still, you shouldn’t be able to hurt me, impossible! How are you so strong!?” Liao Feng shrieked, looking up at Chen Fan with difficulty as he held his hurting chest.

Only now did he realize that Chen Fan wasn’t at the first level like he had thought. He was a late-stage, second-level Qigong martial artist capable of overwhelming even him.

It was no wonder Chen Fan had easily broken that gray-clothed teenager’s wrist. Until now, Liao Feng had thought that he had simply caught the teen in gray off guard.

Chen Fan said coldly, “I never once said I am at the first level.”

“You... damn you, you dare plot against us!” Liao Feng said. His complexion was ghastly, and his eyes full of indignity. If he had known Chen Fan’s cultivation was at the late stage of the second level, he would never have acted carelessly and underestimated him.

“Plot against you? You sure know how to joke,” ridiculed Chen Fan, surprised by Liao Feng’s words.

Chen Fan approached Liao Feng, making the latter’s complexion change further. He tried to shift backward with difficulty and said with a trembling voice, “Wh-what are you trying to do?”

“What am I doing?”

Chen Fan laughed coldly and said, “According to the sect rules, residence owners are allowed to kill anyone who trespasses on their property directly!”

Liao Feng shook violently, a look of horror showing on his face.

Chen Fan was right. Since this was indeed one of the sect\'s rules, they wouldn’t punish him even if he killed them both.

“You... you dare to kill me?”

Chen Fan said coldly, “Let’s see if I dare to.”

“You... you can’t kill me! Do you know who my older brother is? He’s Liao Fan! A fifth-level Qigong expert of the outer sect and a member of the Heaven’s Alliance! My older brother will definitely not let you go. He will hunt you down if you kill me!”

Liao Feng hurriedly brought up his older brother, hoping it would keep Chen Fan in check.

And it seemed to have worked, as Chen Fan suddenly stopped. This gave Liao Feng a glimpse of hope, and he immediately clamored, “Chen Fan, help me up quickly!”

“I’m really awed by your bravery.” Chen Fan laughed coldly when he heard Liao Feng ordering him and began approaching him again.

Liao Feng’s complexion changed. Again, he struggled in retreat and said in horror, “Wh-what are you doing? I’m telling you, don’t mess around. My older brother is Liao Fan. If you kill me, my older brother will find you for revenge. You’re definitely not a match for my older brother. If you let me go, I’ll stay away and never cross paths with you in the future.”

“Do you think I’ll believe you?” Chen Fan said coldly.

If he let Liao Feng go, he would most likely bring his older brother to seek revenge. They might even succeed in killing Chen Fan, so there was no way he would let someone like him go.

A Vajra Seal materialized in the air and smashed into Liao Feng’s chest once more, directly bursting his chest open.

Liao Feng stared at Chen Fan wide-eyed. He didn’t die in peace. He hadn’t expected that Chen Fan would really kill him.

The gray-clothed teenager was stunned, and he was shaking in fear. He hurriedly crawled up to his feet and ran toward the entrance. “Murder! Chen Fan killed someone...”

However, before he could run to the entrance, Chen Fan sent out another palm, sending that gray-clothed teenager to the afterlife.

A cold glint shone in Chen Fan’s eyes as he looked at the two copses.

According to the sect’s rules, the residence owners could kill trespassers, but they had to report the entire matter to the sect. Otherwise, the sect would treat this as a case of murdering one’s fellow disciples.

As such, this matter could not be kept a secret, so Liao Feng’s older brother would naturally find out about it.

“Liao Fan...”

Chen Fan’s eyes narrowed as he muttered to himself.

A fifth-level Qigong martial artist could defeat the current Chen Fan. He could barely keep himself alive if he broke into the fourth level. Otherwise, he would die without a doubt facing Liao Fan’s pursuit.

Chen Fan didn’t regret his actions, as he already had plans for what had to be done next.