Chapter 17: The Eight Extremes of the True Truth

I'm invincible!

Lin Fan finally understood the true meaning of Baji Boxing at this moment, the sixteen characters of Bajiquan "Loyal to the liver, righteous courage, and sacrifice oneself as a shield to be the first in danger"!

To be a man: loyalty, righteousness, first; to be a fist: to give up, me, without ......

"Drink!"

Lin Fan seemed to be rejuvenated, and his thin body suddenly burst out with explosive strength again.

At this moment, he was like a ready-to-go, hungry and crazy cheetah, and he took the initiative to rush towards the last two with unrivaled momentum.

People arrive, elbows out!

As the most destructive single form in the Vajra Eight Style, the Kaishan Style emphasizes the terrifying momentum and powerful breaking power!

There was a terrifying sonic boom roaring in front of Lin Fan's elbow, and the whole person rushed forward without hesitation, leaving no back road for himself at all, and his middle lane opened and closed widely, without the slightest defense.

This is a completely lose-lose style of play, and the brave wins when they meet in a narrow way!

When the two third-rate martial artists brought by Yang Cheng saw this scene, their hearts trembled. This is a complete madman who is fighting for his life, and with the tricks that the three of them are using now, they can definitely make any of them seriously injured or even fall.

Lin Fan dared to fight, they didn't dare! Today they originally came to have fun and town, and finally cultivated to the third-rate level, as long as they were given time, it would not be a problem at all to break through to the level of martial artists.

In the future, he can become a peerless master admired by all people, and enjoy endless glory and wealth.

How could they be willing to risk their lives to play with Lin Fan, a madman?

"Damn it, this madman!"

The two looked at each other with fear on their faces, and then at the moment when the three of them were about to make contact, they spread out to both sides.

The corners of Lin Fan's mouth curved into a disdainful arc, and his eyes were full of crazy and fiery battle intent!

"These two idiots..."

Yang Cheng propped his hands on the ground, and roared unwillingly with an annoyed face... The bystander was clear, he could naturally see that Lin Fan was just a crossbow for a while, as long as he resisted his move, then the latter would completely become a squid on the chopping board and be cooked by others.

It's a pity... It's late!

Rumble!

There was a loud bang, and the man on the left didn't have time to dodge, and was hit hard by Lin Fan's elbow. Suddenly, his chest collapsed downward in a visible depression.

The crackling sound of bones shattering was extremely crisp, and the man directly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body was instantly like an autumn leaf, blown by the wind, staggering and flying away.

Lin Fan's momentum continued unabated, his right leg slammed into a tree trunk next to him, and his body turned around diagonally in mid-air with a difficult arc.

The Fuhu style launched strongly, like a tiger descending from a mountain in mid-air, with a terrifying momentum of Mount Tai pressing the top, and pounced on the last person!

Bang...

There was another loud bang, and the last person had just touched the ground with his toes, only to feel a terrifying wind behind his back that made his scalp tingle like an incomparably sharp thorn, although it hadn't come yet, but his skin already had a faint stinging chill...

"Huh?"

He turned his head stiffly and mechanically, and his gaze finally stopped in his pupils, the young and cold face that was already the size of his own......

The place was shrouded in a screen of smoke splashing with earth and rocks, and a loud roar shook everyone's eardrums, and the movement here grew louder and louder, and people began to notice it coming towards it.

......

Yang Cheng and his party stared at the smoke screen with rapid breathing, and their fingers clenched quietly unconsciously.

Whoa...

The earth and rocks fell, the wind stopped and the sand stopped, revealing a clear picture inside...

There was a deep pit about two meters in diameter smashed out by a huge force, and in it, two figures, one horizontal and one vertical, were covered by a faint wind and sand.

Yang Cheng was helped up by one person, staring at the two people in the pit motionlessly, the pupils were dilated and about to come out, and he couldn't wait to see the face of the person standing through the smoke screen immediately.

It must be an old stone... It must be the old stone!

Yang Cheng's heart was about to rise to his throat, but a breeze came out... After revealing the clear face of the standing figure...

The stone in Yang Cheng's hand was pinched into a ball of powder with a "bang", and his heart suddenly became half cold.

"How is this possible......"

......

Lin Fan patted the dust on his body, and looked at Yang Cheng and the others with a solemn and cold expression, it looked like solving a third-rate martial artist was like crushing an ant, it was extremely easy!

"Come again!"

Lin Fan's lips moved slightly, and he spit out two faint words without any emotion.

At this moment, he is like the emperor of a hundred battles who dominates the world, the wind and dust are his dragon robes, and the battle spirit is his imperial seal;

Yang Cheng's face stiffened, but he rarely didn't say a word... Because he has lost the strength to fight.

And the other fourth-rate martial artists behind him who hadn't made a move before they saw Lin Fan's cold and ruthless eyes all took a step back, not daring to look at Lin Fan at all.

Although they knew that Lin Fan might just be bluffing, they didn't dare to take this risk!

It was three third-rate masters plus five or six fourth-rate masters, but in just a few minutes, the combat effectiveness was completely abolished by the young man in front of him. If it were them, wouldn't it be to rush up and make people beat them in the face?

Goo...

The air was eerily quiet, and even the sound of someone swallowing could be heard clearly.

Yang Cheng looked at the frightened and dodging gazes of these guys behind him, his face was as ugly as eating a mung bean fly!

Rival... It's just a freshman with only a fifth-rate level...

"Boy, count yourself lucky! our green mountains will not change the green water..."

Yang Cheng reluctantly put down a cruel word, and limped away with everyone.

This time, he lost his face at home! I don't know how those guys will laugh at him when he goes back......

......

Lin Fan watched them go away but didn't move, until Yang Cheng and his party completely disappeared from the bottom of their eyes. He instantly fell on one knee like a deflated ball, his legs weakened, and he knelt down on one knee.

"Huhuhu......"

Lin Fan's head was cold and he gasped for breath. The corners of his mouth showed a relaxed smile that breathed a heavy sigh of relief, he was really at the end of the crossbow, but he kept holding that breath to prevent himself from falling.

It seems that deterrence has worked, otherwise if the other party bombards a group of people again, he may really kneel this time...

It's just that there's never a case... This battle, after all... It's yourself who wins!

Lin Fan used up the last bit of strength to get up, and after identifying the direction, he hurriedly walked towards the direction of the bedroom.

He sensed that someone was already coming here, and he didn't want to be a guinea pig in full view, to be pointed at by others.

It's just that... Lin Fan still underestimated the information flow of Seoul University......

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