Mr. Hei let out a cold snort, his toes touching the ground as his figure rapidly retreated.
"So you've cultivated true qi, interesting."
Mr. Hei chuckled coldly, a look of indifference even gracing his cheeks.
With his experience, Mr. Hei could naturally discern that Ye Fan's move contained true qi.
At the same time, he was inwardly astonished by the sheer density of the true qi within Ye Fan's body.
In his estimation, he had believed Ye Fan had only just begun to cultivate true qi, perhaps capable of using it, but certainly not exceedingly powerful.
Yet, at this moment, he found the true qi within Ye Fan's body to be utterly terrifying.
"What? Is Mr. Hei afraid?"
Ye Fan's cold eyes fixed on him, his words laced with mockery.
"Afraid of you?"
Mr. Hei burst into laughter, his voice booming, laced with disdain.
No matter how dense Ye Fan's true qi was, Mr. Hei felt no fear.
In his eyes, Ye Fan was merely a greenhorn, a raw recruit. Even with a vast reservoir of true qi, it was merely for show.
As for himself, he had long been a master of internal arts. Dealing with a fledgling who had just entered the ranks of internal martial artists would be as easy as crushing dry weeds.
Ye Fan's face darkened. He knew the reason behind Mr. Hei's unrestrained laughter, but he simply couldn't accept it.
In his mind, he absolutely had to defeat Mr. Hei in this battle; only then could he resolve his inner demons.
Mr. Hei's body trembled violently, and in an instant, formidable true qi enveloped his entire being.
His clothes fluttered as if in a strong wind, driven by the sheer force of his true qi.
Instantly, Ye Fan felt the true qi within his own body begin to churn chaotically.
This was caused by the influence of Mr. Hei's true qi. It was evident how terrifying Mr. Hei's true qi was.
Ye Fan gritted his teeth, forcibly controlling his dantian and calming the turbulent true qi.
"Ye Fan, what you wield is merely a minor art. Today, this old man shall show you what a true master of internal arts is."
With that, Mr. Hei's body vanished into thin air.
Ye Fan was slightly taken aback and quickly scanned his surroundings.
But the next moment, a chill ran down his back.
Ye Fan's heart jolted, and he quickly turned, his right fist smashing out at that very instant.
However, Mr. Hei's palm had already reached out, deflecting Ye Fan's fist, and with his other palm, he ruthlessly struck Ye Fan's chest.
*Bang~*
Ye Fan felt a terrifying force surge into his body through Mr. Hei's palm.
*Gah~*
A warmth rose in his throat, and Ye Fan couldn't help but cough, spitting out blood.
His body staggered backward, nearly falling.
Standing firm, Ye Fan felt a searing pain emanating from his chest.
Mr. Hei calmly walked towards Ye Fan.
"This is the gap between you and me, Ye Fan. Did you truly think that by mastering true qi, you could challenge this old man? Utterly laughable."
Mr. Hei sneered, placing his hands behind his back once more.
Ye Fan retreated continuously. With that last move, he had realized the vast difference between himself and Mr. Hei.
Many of the martial arts of internal martial artists were unknown to him. Even with his own substantial true qi, without powerful martial arts techniques, he was no match for a master like Mr. Hei.
Therefore, if he continued to tangle with Mr. Hei like this, he would be worn down.
The only course of action was to keep Mr. Hei engaged, preventing him from creating distance.
Only in close-quarters combat could he find an opportunity.
With this thought, Ye Fan gritted his teeth, let out a roar, and charged swiftly towards Mr. Hei.
Seeing Ye Fan charge forward, Mr. Hei chuckled and then swung both palms.
Ye Fan exerted force with his feet, leaping high to evade Mr. Hei's sweeping palms, and simultaneously stomped down with both feet.
But it was as if Mr. Hei had eyes on the back of his head, having foreseen Ye Fan's actions and taken half a step back.
Ye Fan's feet landed on empty air, and as his body descended, Mr. Hei's palms attacked again.
Ye Fan quickly raised his hands to block, but the force from those palms still caused Ye Fan to cough up more blood.
Even so, Ye Fan firmly gripped Mr. Hei's wrist.
"Let's see how you hide now."
Ye Fan said furiously, disregarding his severe injuries, and lowered his head, charging towards Mr. Hei's chest.
Mr. Hei froze, surprised by Ye Fan's reckless abandon.
He tried to pull his hands free, but Ye Fan held on tightly, refusing to let go.
Instantly, Ye Fan's head slammed hard into Mr. Hei's chest.
*Bang~*
Mr. Hei felt a sharp pain in his chest, but his right leg powerfully kicked towards Ye Fan's abdomen.
Ye Fan had become frenzied, completely ignoring Mr. Hei's attacks, and continued to ram his head into Mr. Hei's chest, impact after impact.
After a dozen such collisions, even with Mr. Hei's formidable strength, he could no longer withstand it, and blood began to trickle from the corner of his mouth.
His chest had been dented slightly by the repeated impact of Ye Fan's head.
Clearly, his ribs had sustained damage.
Although not fatal, it caused Mr. Hei unbearable pain.
He inwardly wondered how this young man's head could be so hard.
However, while Ye Fan had injured Mr. Hei, he had also endured more than a dozen kicks to the abdomen.
Finally, he was kicked away by Mr. Hei.
Ye Fan's mouth was full of blood, constantly flowing out, and even specks of minced flesh were mixed in the blood he spat.
Ye Fan's body swayed, no longer able to stand steadily.
Mr. Hei clutched his chest.
He looked at Ye Fan coldly. He couldn't recall the last time he had been injured.
To think that today, he, an elder, would suffer such a heavy blow from a junior like Ye Fan.
"Ye Fan, you truly surprise me. But now, what other tricks do you have?"
Ye Fan's injuries were clearly much more severe than his. At this point, it would be incredibly difficult for him to even move.
"Cough, cough..."
Ye Fan coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood, staring coldly at Mr. Hei.
"Even if I die, I will tear a piece of flesh from you."
Enduring the intense pain in his body, Ye Fan said coldly, and then his legs, no longer able to support his body, gave way, and he collapsed.
In this battle, Ye Fan had given his all, but against a master like Mr. Hei, he was truly powerless.
This was the disparity in strength. No matter how unwilling he was, he could do nothing.
Seeing Ye Fan fall, Mr. Hei's smile widened.
He slowly walked towards Ye Fan.
Arriving before Ye Fan and seeing him gasping for breath, his face as pale as paper, even his body curled up, Mr. Hei let out a triumphant cold laugh.
"I told you long ago that I would kill you today."
With that, Mr. Hei slowly bent down.
How could he not seize such a perfect opportunity to show off?
Moreover, he had made a boast to Mr. Bai.
He was determined to kill Ye Fan, and now, he was only one step away from fulfilling his promise.
"Ye Fan, I know you are unwilling, but this is the difference. You must learn to accept your fate."
Mr. Hei said earnestly, but his tone and expression alike conveyed nothing but arrogance.
Even a cold smile played on his lips.