"You're courting disaster, yet you're still so stubborn!"
"You're something else!"
San Yan's eyes glowed with a cold light, and he spat in anger.
Qiao Xiaoxue had always been a sheltered princess, well protected and never having experienced such a situation.
Even if something similar happened in the Qiao family, Qiao Shanhe would not let her know.
Therefore, she was extremely worried and scared.
"Chen… Chen Fan, what should we do now!"
Chen Fan said, "There's a saying, 'When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll cover it with earth!'"
San Yan heard this and laughed, "Hmph… can you block it?"
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "Whether I can block it or not, won't we know if we try?"
"Also, I'd like to advise you, if you don't want to be crippled, leave quickly!"
San Yan suddenly threw his head back and laughed, his gaze chillingly deep, "Kid, I think you're tired of living. Those words should be said by me to you!"
Chen Fan appeared fearless, deliberately patting his legs, "Come on… my legs are right here, take them if you dare!"
San Yan hadn't expected Chen Fan to be not only unafraid but also to provoke him. In a fit of rage, he lunged forward.
He kicked out fiercely from a distance, a whip kick, and the air was filled with sonic booms.
Hmm?
Chen Fan smiled. It seemed this San Yan indeed had some skill, but only that much.
He grabbed San Yan's ankle with ease.
He squeezed the palm of his hand forcefully, and a burning pain surged into San Yan's heart. At the same time, his subsequent attack was effortlessly broken by Chen Fan.
With another slip of his foot, Chen Fan easily flung San Yan away.
Thud…
San Yan was sent flying ignominiously and crashed heavily onto the ground.
Seeing this, Qiao Xiaoxue clapped her hands excitedly, exclaiming, "Good… wonderful! I never expected you to be so powerful, Chen Fan!"
Chen Fan smiled faintly, "This is nothing, there's more powerful stuff yet!"
San Yan felt utterly humiliated and was furious, "You brat, don't get cocky. The fight has just begun!"
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes and smiled, just begun?
He almost laughed out loud!
He charged forward, striking with his knee. San Yan prepared to cross his arms to block, but the moment they connected, San Yan's head buzzed, his heart trembled, and a tearing pain surged into him. Just like that, he was once again sent flying in a sorry state, crashing heavily onto the ground.
Qiao Xiaoxue's eyes sparkled, "Wow, Chen Fan is so cool…"
Immediately after, Chen Fan executed a "Thousand Pounds Drop," smashing down heavily onto San Yan.
San Yan cried out in pain, his body curling into a ball, and said painfully, "You…"
He truly hadn't expected Chen Fan to be so formidable.
It was completely beyond his expectations.
For a moment, he felt as if his chest was about to split open.
Chen Fan then said, "My legs are right here, come and take them!"
San Yan's face turned from green to red, a mixture of anger and pain. He was gasping for breath, unable to speak!
"Hoo…"
Chen Fan coldly stated, "Alright, I gave you a chance, but you failed. It's my turn now!"
Upon hearing this, San Yan's expression changed instantly.
"You… what do you mean?"
Chen Fan voiced his doubt, "I want to know which b*tch wants my legs!"
San Yan was no ordinary person, and naturally, he wouldn't easily reveal his master to Chen Fan.
"Hmph… I don't know!"
"Want to know? In your next life!"
For someone who was so stubborn, Chen Fan usually just picked up a brick from the ground.
"Tell me, is this brick harder, or is your mouth harder?"