The old man stared into the darkness.
His gaze was eerie and profound.
"This is interesting!"
"Damn it…" An Ye was completely losing her composure.
She unleashed the "Rain of Pear Blossoms" technique, sending a flurry of phantom strikes.
Chen Fan watched, filled with admiration. This woman was truly formidable.
The old man met the incoming palm strikes, deflecting each one.
His expression remained calm.
He pushed out a palm strike from a distance.
Vast internal energy surged forth.
Sensing this, An Ye countered with the same method.
The two clashed, exchanging internal energy.
Instantly, a faint ripple of energy spread out.
Initially, they were evenly matched.
However, after a dozen minutes, An Ye was clearly starting to falter.
Her brow furrowed.
An Ye gritted her teeth and said, "Chen Fan, this old fellow's internal energy is incredibly pure. I can't defeat him. Hurry and help me!"
"Why?" Chen Fan blurted out.
An Ye, upon hearing this, felt a surge of exasperation, almost spitting blood. "Why do you think? This person is here to kill you! I've already taken the brunt of his attack for you. Shouldn't you help?"
Chen Fan said, "If you put it that way, I suppose I should help!"
The old man narrowed his eyes and sneered coldly, "Unfortunately, you won't get the chance for a two-on-one."
The next moment, the old man unleashed his peak Hua Jing internal energy, violently blasting An Ye away.
She crashed against the wall again, spitting blood. She tried to get up, but her body wouldn't obey.
"Chen Fan, you…"
An Ye's eyes were filled with resentment, blaming Chen Fan for being too slow.
Chen Fan paid it no mind.
He stared at the old man before him. "Old man, why aren't you staying home to enjoy your retirement instead of coming out to show off?"
The old man sneered and remained silent, launching his attack.
As the saying goes, actions speak louder than words.
Fortunately, most of the soft bone poison in Chen Fan's body had been expelled. Otherwise, today might have been truly awkward.
In an instant, the old man transformed into a human weapon, attacking with fierce momentum.
She had vowed to claim Chen Fan's head, and she had come to kill him.
Therefore, Chen Fan didn't hold back either, charging forward directly…
In comparison, his momentum was even more powerful than the old man's.
He moved like a spear, unstoppable.
Seeing this, the old man was filled with shock. She hadn't expected Chen Fan, at such a young age, to possess internal energy that was far more pure than hers.
"Truly worthy of the bounty on my head!"
Chen Fan snorted, "Overestimating yourself, asking for a beating…"
He stepped forward.
Unleashing the "Iron Mountain Lean," augmented by his internal energy, his shoulder slammed into the old man like a cannonball.
The old man pushed out a palm strike with both arms, but it was useless. She was still ruthlessly sent flying.
That wasn't all. Chen Fan pursued, delivering "Two Dragons Emerging from the Sea," his fists striking the old man's abdomen, disrupting all her prepared techniques.
Thump…
Her body slammed heavily onto the ground.
"This… How is this possible? I am a Hua Jing expert with forty years of internal energy!" The old man could hardly believe what had just happened.
Her heart trembled, and she shivered…
Chen Fan's expression was impassive. "So what?"
He flicked out three silver needles. These needles were imbued with internal energy, making them indestructible. In an instant, they pierced the old man's acupuncture points, rendering her immobile.
"You… What kind of needle technique is this?"
Chen Fan said coldly, "You wouldn't understand even if I told you!"
"You…"
The Nine Revolutions Divine Needles could revive the dead and mend shattered bones, serving as both a tool for healing and a deadly weapon.
The old man was stunned, and at the same time, her heart jolted violently. She felt her internal energy leaking away…