C7 He must Die!

"It's such a shame; I'm just half a step away from the power of three pythons!"

Lin Xi lay on the ground, blood streaming from his nose and mouth, his eyes unfocused once more.

He vividly saw the last four fasting pills transform into a torrent of essence energy, captured by the enigmatic flying eaves. As he collided with Lin Fan again, a drop of green dew coalesced from the purple light, instantly fortifying his physical body.

It was so close.

In other words, had he not been injured during the collision, one could almost claim he had truly attained the power of three pythons.

The slight shortfall was due to the energy from the green dew needing to be partially diverted to heal his wounds and repair the muscles nearly torn apart by the impact.

Lin Fan's body, at the peak of a Warrior's early stage, was comparable to the power of three pythons. Despite Lin Xi now possessing the full power of three pythons, there remained a disparity between his physical strength and Lin Fan's.

The energy from the green dew, still containing ninety percent of its potency after healing, was diminished by the ten percent used for recovery. This left Lin Xi sighing, nearly on the verge of swearing.

At that moment, Lin Fan, seeing Lin Xi lying motionless on the ground for so long, bellowed at him with excitement:

"Get up, you piece of trash! Get up and keep fighting! Let's see if you end up crawling through a dog's hole!"

"Awoo! No surrendering! Whoever gives up is a son of a bitch! Hahaha!"

The entire Lin family's disciples on the martial arts field were seething with excitement.

Lin Xi had somehow managed to harness the strength of at least two pythons overnight, particularly after ingesting the fasting pill and experiencing a surge in power. The scene was utterly astounding.

If only advancing were as simple as indulging in food, what a joy cultivation would be!

Yet, if that were true, could those who had once scorned Lin Xi, including the domineering servants, ever sleep peacefully again?

"Well done, Lin Fan! Finish him off quickly, put a hundred and eighty bloody holes in that waste, and show him the vast gulf between a genius and trash!"

"Young Master Lin Fan, quickly crush him under your foot. Don't allow him a moment to catch his breath. Make sure this piece of trash never rises again!" Lin Fan, having injured Lin Xi, watched as Lin Xi lay motionless. Despite his overflowing confidence, a trace of unease lingered within him. The impact of Lin Xi's unexpected counterattack had been profound. In just one night, he had managed to launch a surprise attack that sent Lin Fan reeling. What could possibly happen after two or three nights? Would he wake up tomorrow unable to overpower this so-called trash? What mysterious change had occurred to Lin Xi, who had been struck by lightning the previous night?

Despite feeling that it was beneath him to beat Lin Xi while he was down, Lin Fan couldn't afford to give him the opportunity to rise again. With a thunderous roar, Lin Fan, his face twisted with rage, marched toward Lin Xi amidst the raucous encouragement of the surrounding disciples and servants.

"You good-for-nothing, is playing dead amusing to you? Weren't you acting tough? Let's see if you can withstand a kick from me!" Lin Fan lifted his foot, channeling the strength surpassing that of three pythons, aiming it directly at Lin Xi's face. He was convinced that this stomp, even if it didn't kill Lin Xi, would shatter his skull and inflict irreversible damage to his brain.

Lin Huan watched Lin Fan's impending stomp with a sinister grin curling at the corner of his mouth. "Dreaming of turning the tables? You, with your filthy lineage, deserve nothing but death, you trash!"

Meanwhile, Lin Dong stood at the periphery of the stage, his hands clasped behind his back, observing the confrontation with a solemn gaze. As Lin Fan's foot descended, Lin Xi showed no sign of response, prompting a subtle smile to spread across Lin Dong's face. "It's finished. There was a slight difference earlier, perhaps some stroke of luck, and you thought to stage a comeback. But you were too hasty. Had you hidden away and gathered your strength, maybe advancing to a Profound Martial Master, you might have stood a chance. Now, with your wits, calling you trash is almost a compliment..."

But in the next instant, Lin Dong's eyes blazed with an intensity rarely seen. Lin Xi, who appeared unresponsive on the ground, was akin to a leopard poised to strike from the underbrush. As Lin Fan's foot neared his face, mere inches away from making contact, the tension was palpable.

Lin Xi twisted and shifted half a step away just in time, causing Lin Fan's foot to thud heavily onto the ground, narrowly missing Lin Xi's cheek.

However, in the very moment Lin Fan's foot made contact with the ground, Lin Xi, having moved half a step away, executed a simple roll and clung tightly to Lin Fan's calf, his arms wrapping firmly around it.

Lin Fan was taken aback and kicked out fiercely, propelling Lin Xi into the air with tremendous force.

"You're nothing but trash! You think you can control my leg? I'll kick you clear out of Rosehaven!"

At that moment, Lin Xi clung stubbornly to Lin Fan's calf, his body soaring through the air, tossed about like a leaf in the wind by the power of the kick.

Lin Fan, with the strength of three pythons in his legs, was even more formidable. His power exceeded what was typical for an early-stage Warrior.

In Lin Fan's view, the force of his kick was beyond what Lin Xi could handle. Surely, Lin Xi's grip on his calf would loosen, and he would be flung off the stage without any suspense.

But then Lin Fan's expression shifted dramatically.

His all-out kick had not only failed to send Lin Xi flying, but the strength coming from Lin Xi's hands was shockingly formidable.

"No way! Nearly the strength of three pythons? How is that possible?"

This was their first real clash, and Lin Fan could sense that Lin Xi's strength was at best just over that of two pythons.

Yet, after the second collision, which had sent Lin Fan crashing to the ground, Lin Xi's power had surged, nearing the strength of three pythons.

Lin Fan's mind was a maelstrom of shock and disbelief.

The reality was, his full-powered, beyond-three-pythons kick had not succeeded in throwing that damned weakling off.

Stumbling, Lin Fan nearly fell from the force of Lin Xi's retaliatory kick.

The Lin family disciples, who had been cheering and jeering, fell silent, unable to believe what they were witnessing.

Even Lin Dong, with a sharp glint in his eyes, struggled to maintain his composure.

The strength of Lin Fan's kick had nearly surpassed that of three pythons.

Lin Xi's bodily reaction was nothing short of extraordinary. The way he moved with lightning-fast agility, grasping the perfect moment to clutch Lin Fan's calf, was sheer brilliance. It left an indelible impression on him.

Lin Xi's rapid and nimble response was nothing less than a fighter's instinct, a natural flair for combat.

It was astonishing that such a good-for-nothing could remain composed, feigning death with an air of nonchalance as Lin Fan's foot descended. And just when Lin Fan was certain his kick would land, Lin Xi was ready to strike back at the opportune moment.

For someone who had never trained in martial arts, Lin Xi's reflexes and innate talent sent a shiver down Lin Dong's spine.

"He cannot be spared; he must die!"

In that instant, Lin Fan, nearly toppled by Lin Xi's force, was filled with a mix of fear and rage.

Despite Lin Xi's strength being comparable to that of three pythons, there was still a considerable gap between him and Lin Fan. Could the power of three average-sized pythons ever match that of three massive ones? Yet, Lin Fan couldn't shake Lin Xi off and even felt the grip on his calf tighten.

A cold dread settled in his heart, fueling an intense desire to kill.

"Will you let go? If not, I'll show you what the Yellow Level Lightness Technique is all about!"

Lin Xi remained silent, his head pressed firmly against Lin Fan's leg, enduring the excruciating pain without uttering a sound as he was slammed to the ground.

"Damn you, all these years you've inflicted countless scars on me. In your clutches, I've been trained to no longer feel pain. I've been plagued by nightmares, always losing to you, but I've bitten you to death more times than I can count in my dreams!"

With that, Lin Xi bared his teeth and fiercely bit into Lin Fan's calf.

"Ah!"

Lin Fan screamed like a slaughtered pig, instinctively executing the Fallen Leaves Flying Flower Steps.

With each turn, a flower blossomed: one spin, one flower; two spins, two flowers; three spins, three flowers.

His movements were as graceful as petals carried by the wind and as enigmatic as leaves tumbling to the ground. Lin Fan's mastery of the Fallen Leaves Flying Flower Steps was evident, showcasing the delicate lightness of the petals and the profound mystery of the falling leaves.

The Yellow Level technique "Fallen Leaves Flying Flower Steps" might be the lowest tier within the Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow levels, but in a secluded place like Rosehaven, it was still enough to intimidate. Yet, in that moment, Lin Fan's execution of the Light Body Technique was grotesquely distorted due to Lin Xi's relentless grip on his thigh. Lin Xi had sunk his teeth into the flesh so fiercely that it reached the bone.

The acute pain sent Lin Fan into a state of terror, rage, and impatience. He attempted to transform into a flurry of petals in mid-air, only to be repeatedly dragged down by the weight of Lin Xi's body, his cries echoing as he stumbled.

"Lin Xi, what are you, a dog? Let go or I swear I'll end you!"

Amidst his agonized screams, Lin Fan kept using the Light Body Technique to lift Lin Xi into the air, angling his descent to ensure Lin Xi hit the ground first. The thuds of Lin Xi's body crashing onto the martial arts platform were relentless. The Lin family disciples winced as they distinguished the sounds of skin ripping and bones crashing against the ground, a wave of dread washing over them.

To them, Lin Xi's ferocity was unparalleled. He was merciless, not only to Lin Fan, whose leg he wouldn't release from his jaws, but also to himself. Any other disciple would have succumbed to broken bones and conceded defeat after being repeatedly slammed into the ground by Lin Fan. But Lin Xi, despite the tremors from the impacts, his flesh torn and blood spraying, possibly with numerous broken bones, refused to let go.

His tenacity, showing no fear of death, instilled a deep fear in the other disciples. They shuddered at the thought of the retribution this so-called 'trash' might seek if he survived the ordeal.

"Smash him to death! Lin Fan, what's wrong with you? Fly higher, hit him harder—I refuse to believe this trash can keep enduring it!"

"Lin Fan, for heaven's sake... is your hand broken? Where's your Fallen Leaf Finger? Didn't you say you mastered it to the third level? Have you forgotten how to fight? Stab him already!"

Just then, as Lin Fan, carrying Lin Xi, soared into the air and prepared to jab his finger towards Lin Xi, he let out a scream of terror. Together, they plummeted to the ground with a thunderous crash.

"Ow! Lin Xi, did you really drink my blood? You, you, you... you're unbelievable!"