C9 Elder Mo Show Mercy

"Young Master Yang, don't fight anymore, the Patriarch should be coming soon, let's go quickly." The old man behind the young man reminded him again. The elder heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Elder Mo's expressionless face. If he were to offend Elder Mo, he might not be able to live with himself today.

Recalling Elder Mo's methods, the elder felt a chill in his heart. Old Mo's prestige was something that no one in the entire Southern Border Town dared to offend. There was always a saying in the continent: one would rather offend a Spirit Master than an alchemist. From this, one could imagine how prestigious alchemists were in the hearts of these cultivators.

"Humph, I will definitely take care of this Lin Family trash today. He actually dares to talk to me like this. He must be tired of living." After the youth in white finished speaking, he looked at Lin Fan with disdain. On his face, it was extremely disdainful. At this moment, Lin Fan's fist, which was tightly clenched in anger, was staring straight into Yang Yan's eyes like a red fireball.

A faint sound of wind was mixed within his faintly spiritual energy fist. The white-robed youth continued to laugh coldly. Lin Fan's previous words had truly angered him. An existence as insignificant as an ant actually dared to challenge his dignity? And when the youth in white realized what Lin Fan was doing, Lin Fan's fist was only one step away from him.

The youth in white quickly dodged the punch. The time was just right, neither too fast nor too slow. Lin Fan's fist should've hit the youth's chest, but because of the youth's dodging, it just happened to hit the youth's left shoulder. He was forcefully pushed back a few steps by the force of the impact.

"Hehe, you were actually hit? "I've been hit by this piece of trash. A cripple with three strands of spiritual power actually hit an Inferior Spirit Scholar like me?"

Lin Fan's attack did not deal any damage to the youth in white. But he, a dignified Yang Family's Young Master, an Inferior Spirit Scholar, was actually struck by a trash of the Lin Clan? How could he endure this humiliation?

"Trash, you actually dared to hit this young master. It looks like you're really tired of living." A trash like you is like an ant. I'll let you know the difference between us. " The white-robed youth was utterly enraged. In the whole of Border Town, no one had ever dared to treat him this way. And now, he was actually hit by a trash with three spiritual energies?

Lin Fan was a bit bitter, the previous punch had already used all the power of five strands of spiritual energy. And now, Lin Fan's entire body was limp. He could barely stand in the hall of the auction house due to his anger. The punch had exhausted all of his strength, but he hadn't been able to inflict the slightest bit of damage on the youth.

There was indeed a world of difference between him and a Spiritual Scholar. It was indeed difficult to cross this chasm.

"Berserk Dragon Palm."

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. How could a piece of trash hit him? Immediately, a faint yellow flame appeared on his palm. The powerful force even made Lin Fan, who was standing in front of him, feel the powerful force mixed in with the palm wind.

Elder Mo, who was beside Lin Fan, looked at the scene in front of him and did not want to stop him. He knew that there were some things that Lin Fan had to face on his own. Even if he was given a stable training space, in the end, Lin Fan would really become trash. On the path of the strong, one had to suffer beatings and obtain fresh blood.

Lin Fan also didn't seem to realize that there was someone else beside him. He was only facing this young man in white from the Yang tribe, his mind already filled with rage. Three years ago, Lin Fan still remembered the scene before the old steward died. That hatred would never be extinguished. Even after three years, when Lin Fan saw the youth, the seed of hatred would burst forth.

At this moment, Lin Fan was still stubbornly reaching out his fist in the face of the youth's palm. The previous punch had already used up all the spiritual energy in his body. Now, this fist didn't have any spiritual energy wrapped around it. There was only a single fist.

Relying on this fist, he faced a martial skill released by a lower rank Spiritual Scholar. There was no trace of fear in Lin Fan's eyes. What there was was stubbornness in his tone, as well as an indomitable perseverance.

The Berserk Dragon Palm collided with Lin Fan's fist, and there was no sound. It was as if the surrounding air had solidified. Then, he heard the sound of bones breaking. Ka-cha. Lin Fan immediately flew five meters away after his bones made a sound. He then drew a line on the ground, creating a wave of morning mist.

The moment he laid on the ground, Lin Fan felt the bones in his entire body begin to disperse. The five droplets of crystals in his dantian were also trembling, as if they were about to melt.

"Haha, trash, now do you know the consequences of offending this young master? Three years ago, you were still like this. Three years later, you are still like this. The youth in white was smiling excitedly, the muscles and flesh on his face were all squeezed together.

"Silly boy, can you still hold on?" Elder Mo looked at Lin Fan, who was lying on the ground, and lightly stepped forward. He stretched out his withered hand and grabbed onto Lin Fan's arm.

"If he can hold on, then this little injury is nothing." Lin Fan's left arm was crippled, but his right arm could still support his entire body. He pushed away Old Mo's hand and stood up, dragging his heavily injured leg as he walked towards the white-clothed youth.

"Come again, let me witness the power of a Spiritual Scholar."

Seeing Lin Fan's staggering steps, the youth in white sneered and stood still on the spot. He didn't notice at all that the Yang clan elder behind him had an uneasy expression on his aged face.

"He can still stand up? I only used 30% of my strength just now. Just now, I sent you flying with a palm, making it so that you will never be able to stand up again. "

Another Berserk Dragon Palm landed on Lin Fan's chest. A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out when the wind from the palm hit Lin Fan's chest. Then, Lin Fan flew out again.

Lin Fan knelt on the ground, leaning on his legs as he slowly stood up. His arms were already crippled, but that didn't mean he couldn't stand up. Being injured didn't mean that they had lost their combat ability. Then, Lin Fan steadied his body and used his legs to attack the youth in white.

"Again …" He stood up again and again, flying out again and again.

Lin Fan flew out again, the bones in his hands and legs already shattered. Elder Mo looked at Lin Fan's current appearance and couldn't help but admire him. Who said that the strong must have a talent that was bestowed by the heavens? It was enough to have the unremitting pursuit of the strong.

When the youth in white saw this scene, he felt a chill in his heart. Unknowingly, he actually felt a sense of fear. An Inferior Grade Spirit Scholar actually felt fear towards a low level cultivator with three Spiritual Energies.

Yes, this was indeed a type of fear that came from the soul. This was the inner demon of a cultivator. If one couldn't cross this inner demon, then the youth in white would forever be stuck on the path of cultivation.

"No, I must kill you, you piece of trash." The youth in white was truly afraid. He did not understand how Lin Fan could stand up again and again.

His palm immediately gathered all the Spiritual Energy within his body. A faint yellow light emitted a dangerous aura from the white-clothed youth's palm. Then, his hand turned into a fist and punched towards Lin Fan, who was about to stand up.

"Hmph, enough." At this moment, Elder Mo was truly infuriated. Looking at the already twisted Lin Fan on the ground, he felt a tinge of sadness. And then, with a wave of his hand, he knocked the youth a few meters away.

The youth then spat out a mouthful of blood, lying motionless on the ground like a dead sheep. Old Mo's attack was actually so powerful, causing some of the people in the auction hall to suck in a breath of cold air.

"Old Mo, have mercy …"