C12 Ferocious!
Silence descended, and the residential area became eerily quiet, resembling a tomb.
Onlookers gazed at Yang Fann with horror, as if they were staring at a demon.
"Lei Bao lost! Just like that, Lei Bao lost!"
This wasn't how things were supposed to unfold. Wasn't Lei Bao meant to effortlessly crush the worthless Yang Fann? Instead, there was a complete turnaround, with Yang Fann overpowering the top fighter of Ink Bamboo Peak!
It was clear to anyone with eyes that Yang Fann still had plenty of strength left, that he had held back.
After landing a devastating punch on Lei Bao, Yang Fann showed no signs of letting up. Ignoring the astonished looks from the servant disciples, he advanced towards Lei Bao, who lay on the ground, unable to rise.
Yang Fann's steps were slow, yet each one seemed to press down on Lei Bao's chest, making it hard for him to breathe.
"Yang... Yang Fann, what... what are you planning to do?" Lei Bao, overwhelmed by the immense pressure, cried out as Yang Fann came within ten feet.
"What am I going to do?" Yang Fann's lips twisted into a smirk, baring his white teeth. "Lei Bao, what do you think I'm going to do?!"
"Yang Fann, please... don't be hasty. We're from the same sect. Whatever it is, we can talk it out..." Lei Bao's voice shook as he tried to inch backward.
"Is this really Lei Bao, the tyrant of Ink Bamboo Peak?" The servant disciples were slow to grasp the situation. They had always seen Lei Bao as fearless.
"Fellow disciple? You don't have the right to call me that!" Mentioning their shared sect only fueled Yang Fann's rage. His face twisted with fury, and he stomped on Lei Bao's wrist, shattering the bones with a sickening crack.
"Ahh!" Lei Bao's agonized scream tore through the air. "Yang Fann! You're a monster! Heartless! I curse you to a gruesome end!"
Yang Fann's punch had been severe, breaking a few of Lei Bao's ribs, which would have required a mere ten to fifteen days of rest. But Yang Fann's kick had obliterated Lei Bao's right wrist, rendering his hand virtually useless. Lei Bao would struggle to even wield chopsticks, let alone throw a punch.
"You dare curse me?" Yang Fann's eyebrows arched menacingly. He stomped again, this time targeting Lei Bao's left wrist.
"Ahh!" Another scream echoed, as Lei Bao's left wrist snapped just like the right.
"Yang... Yang Fann, you... you're despicable! I curse you to a dreadful fate!" Bloodshot eyes and a roar of fury, Lei Bao was like a wild beast pushed to the brink of madness. "My eldest brother won't spare you. I want your death, I want it..."
Lei Bao, with his hands now useless, couldn't even continue his martial arts training, much less advance to the Outer Sect. No amount of water in the world could cleanse the depth of his hatred!
"You dare threaten me? You're really asking for death!" Yang Fann's expression turned icy as a fleeting glint of Cold Shine passed through his eyes.
The next moment...
Yang Fann's fists, as large as sandbags, pummeled Lei Bao like a torrential downpour. The cacophony of breaking bones, cracking joints, spitting blood, screams, and curses filled the air incessantly.
Yang Fann paid no mind to Lei Bao's threats. He was no longer the weakling he had been just twenty days prior. With his early Fifth Empyrean stage cultivation and his potent rank 8 bloodline, Yang Fann could stand among the experts of the Outer Sect with confidence. Lei Bao's eldest brother might be an outer sect disciple, but even if he were stronger than Yang Fann, the difference wouldn't be astronomical. Yang Fann was not without the strength to confront him. Given a bit more time, it was anyone's guess who would end up schooling whom!
"Bam!" "Bam!" "Bam!"
Yang Fann's relentless assault continued, his rage unabated. He stomped on Lei Bao without mercy, each punch and kick infused with the force of hundreds of cauldrons, enough to shatter a millstone-sized rock into gravel!
"So brutal! Yang Fann is terrifyingly brutal! He's going to leave Lei Bao completely broken!"
The servant disciples around them shuddered, their eyes fixed on Yang Fann as he continued his onslaught. They looked at this demon as if he had emerged from the depths of hell and silently vowed never to cross this formidable man.
"Lei Bao is in such a tragic state! It's over for him! He'll probably be bedridden for the rest of his life!"
Pity flickered in the eyes of many servant disciples, yet, inexplicably, a sense of satisfaction and relief bubbled within them. After all, most had suffered under Lei Bao's tyranny.
"Hahaha... What a thrill! Absolutely exhilarating! Hahaha..."
Yang Fann gazed down at Lei Bao, now unconscious and resembling a trampled mess, and felt a weight lift off his shoulders. A surge of joy washed over him as he released all the frustrations he had endured at the hands of Lei Bao over the past year.
Furthermore, Yang Fann realized that his Wild Bull Pulse Opening Fist had improved slightly after this fight. The nuances he hadn't grasped before now became clear, and he even caught a glimpse of the elusive mysteries of the Transformation Stage.
In the next moment...
Yang Fann's gaze shifted to Luo Cheng and the others who had been egging Lei Bao on to kill him. Lei Bao had it coming, but these lackeys who aided and abetted him were just as unforgivable. They had done many wrongs over the years, emboldened by Lei Bao's backing, oppressing many of their fellow disciples.
"Brother Yang, we beg for mercy! We never wanted to oppose you—it was all Lei Bao's doing... all his coercion..."
"And Luo Cheng, Brother Yang, they were the ones who incited us to come after you. You must believe us, Brother Yang, please believe us!"
"Absolutely! Brother Yang, we have nothing to do with any of this. We swear it has nothing to do with us!"
...
In a flash, Lei Bao's dozen or so henchmen collapsed to their knees before Yang Fann, pleading desperately for mercy. They pinned all the blame on Lei Bao and Luo Cheng.
"You... You all..." Luo Cheng, lying on the stretcher, was overcome with rage and spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes rolled back as he passed out once more.
"Did they coerce you into this?" Yang Fann asked with a chilling smile, his eyes flashing with contempt. Did they truly believe he was a fool? They had taken such pleasure in tormenting him recently. Now, it was Yang Fann's turn for retribution.
Before long, the mountainside was once again filled with terrifying screams that sent the night owls into a frenzy.
The night continued as if nothing had happened, yet unbeknownst to anyone, the destinies of several individuals atop Ink Bamboo Peak had been silently altered.
...
At the summit of Ink Bamboo Peak stood a small, meticulously decorated courtyard, complete with a rockery, garden, and pond. This was the abode of the peak's most influential figure, Manager Zhao Yiming.
The following morning, the manager's courtyard received a group of wounded men. Two were bandaged up like rice dumplings, lying miserably on stretchers—Lei Bao and his top enforcer, Luo Cheng.
Surrounding them were Lei Bao's minions, each sporting bandages and casts. Their injuries, however, paled in comparison to those of Lei Bao and Luo Cheng.
A distinguished middle-aged man stood before the injured, clad in luxurious attire with an air of cultured elegance. Despite the touch of gray at his temples, a subtle aura of vitality shone through, making him quite striking. This was none other than Zhao Yiming, the ruler of Ink Bamboo Peak.
"What in the world happened here? Could it be that some lowly servant disciples from another peak dared to challenge us?" Zhao Yiming exclaimed in shock and anger upon seeing Lei Bao's mummified form. Lei Bao was his top man on the peak, and Zhao Yiming had been counting on him to bring honor to their name at the Bronze Warriors' Lane in ten days. Now, Lei Bao was in no condition to do anything but potentially bring disgrace.
"Manager Zhao, you must stand up for us. That Yang Fann is an absolute monster..."
