C8 Fatal Fallen Leaf Finger!

"Ow! Lin Xi, you're actually drinking my blood? You, you, you... are you for real?"

Lin Fan struggled as Lin Xi clamped onto his calf, finding that not even the Fallen Leaves Flying Flower Steps could shake him off.

Unexpectedly, after being thrown to the ground of the martial arts stage multiple times, Lin Xi had resorted to drinking his blood.

It was utterly revolting and terrifying.

For years, Lin Fan had been Lin Huan's loyal enforcer, subjecting Lin Xi to countless humiliations and beatings.

If the tables were turned, Lin Fan would have wanted to flay and eviscerate his tormentor, to consume their flesh and drink their blood.

No matter how much Lin Xi hated him, how fiercely he bit him, or even if he tore off a chunk of his flesh, Lin Fan felt Lin Xi's actions were justified.

But drinking blood...

Even though the blood of an early-stage Peak Warrior with the strength of three pythons was rich in energy and essence, far exceeding that of ordinary people, and was more readily absorbed and refined by a Warrior in need of a robust physique and enhanced bloodline than the meat of equivalent demon beasts.

Yet, even the most corrupt individuals instinctively recoiled at the thought of drinking the blood of their own kind.

Initially, Lin Fan was merely embarrassed by Lin Xi biting his calf, not taking it too seriously.

He was worried that Lin Xi's sharp teeth might tear off a large chunk of flesh.

But as Lin Xi's teeth nearly punctured the calf without attempting to rip it apart, he instead gulped down the blood flowing from the wound.

Lin Fan thought little of this, considering Lin Xi's deep-seated desire to exact revenge.

However, just before they tumbled down together, Lin Fan realized with horror that Lin Xi wasn't passively letting the blood flow into his mouth; he was actively sucking at the wound, draining so much blood that Lin Fan's leg felt weak and powerless.

This revelation terrified Lin Fan to his core, filling him with revulsion.

You're a human, not a dog, let alone a wolf.

With a thunderous crash, the Lin family disciples and the elders who had gathered to witness the duel exchanged bewildered glances as they watched the absurd spectacle unfold before them.

On the martial arts platform, Lin Fan's screams echoed painfully as he desperately flailed the leg that was being held, while his other leg ferociously kicked at Lin Xi's head and arms.

Amidst the chaos, Lin Fan's finger jabbed out, creating the illusion of three falling leaves in a flash. Puff! Puff! Puff! Blood holes continuously appeared on Lin Xi's head and cheeks as blood sprayed wildly.

This had ceased to be a mere duel—it was outright attempted murder.

Lin Fan was one of the more exceptional disciples among the Lin family's ranks. Not yet seventeen, he had already reached the level where he could progress to the middle stage of the Warrior Realm at any moment. While not necessarily a genius, he was certainly remarkable.

His signature technique, the Fallen Leaf Finger, had been perfected to the ultimate level of his current realm. With a single finger, he could penetrate three inches of ironwood without issue. A fellow Warrior struck by his technique would be severely wounded; a blow to the head could easily result in three bloody holes, piercing the skull and scrambling the brains.

But in this instance, Lin Fan's assault on Lin Xi's head was relentless. A succession of puffs marked the multitude of blood holes that riddled Lin Xi's left cheek and crown.

By all logic, with the barrage of Fallen Leaf Fingers, Lin Xi's body should have resembled a honeycomb. Yet, Lin Xi appeared only gruesomely injured, his flesh a blurred mess, bleeding profusely.

Only Lin Fan knew the truth—Lin Xi's skull was tougher than ironwood. Despite the bloody holes, not one of Lin Fan's fingers managed to penetrate Lin Xi's skull. Each jab brought excruciating pain to Lin Fan's own finger bones, as if they were on the verge of fracturing.

This unexpected turn of events left Lin Fan in a state of shock, but he continued to frantically jab and kick at Lin Xi's body.

"Ah! I will poke you to death..."

"Ah! I will kick you to death..."

At this sight, the Lin family disciples were rendered speechless. Wherever Lin Fan's fingers touched, three bloody holes would instantly appear on Lin Xi.

Countless bloody wounds had sapped his strength to the point where he could no longer resist, and he had released his grip on Lin Fan's calf.

The Lin family disciples were baffled. Lin Fan had jabbed his fingers into Lin Xi's head repeatedly. By all accounts, Lin Xi should have been dead by now.

Shouldn't such an assault have pierced his skull and shattered his brain?

Why was there only blood, with no sign of brain matter?

Was it possible that Lin Fan had deliberately pulled his punches when targeting Lin Xi's head?

This confusion among the disciples led them to believe that Lin Fan's restraint was only inviting future problems.

Lin Huan, for instance, was particularly displeased with Lin Fan.

"Lin Fan, are your fingers made of noodles? Weren't you the one who could pierce through three inches of ironwood with a single poke?"

At that moment, Lin Huan's face was livid, his eyes brimming with ferocity.

This was a golden opportunity to finish off Lin Xi. Why the hesitation? Could he not slip up just once?

Lin Fan continued to howl, refraining from directing his fingers at Lin Xi's head.

It wasn't for lack of desire, but rather because he knew it would be futile.

Going all out might likely result in the loss of his own fingers first.

At this point, Lin Fan felt his blood rapidly draining, fear escalating within him.

The blood loss was causing him to feel faint, and at this rate, he would be left powerless to continue the fight, even if he managed to stay alive.

He figured that Lin Xi had already drained about a third of his blood.

The thought was horrifying.

He couldn't just stand by and let it continue.

If the head couldn't be pierced, what about the heart?

With a surge of ruthless intent, Lin Fan concentrated his energy and viciously jabbed his finger toward Lin Xi's heart from behind.

"Ah! He's trying to kill him!"

"What else is new? Wasn't aiming for the head already a kill attempt?"

"How odd. How could that weakling's skull resist piercing? And what about his heart...?"

"Ah! That weakling's heart is about to be shattered. Lin Fan is seriously intent on killing him!"

All the Lin family disciples were in shock. Some of the female disciples covered their mouths, watching in disbelief as Lin Fan's finger plunged deep into Lin Xi's back.

Among them, some had previously scorned Lin Xi, but very few had ever physically abused him.

Their disdain for Lin Xi didn't necessarily equate to a desire to see him dead.

The disciples and servants who had previously tormented Lin Xi watched him with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. They were eager to see if Lin Xi would fall after being struck by Lin Fan's lethal finger technique.

Their eagerness stemmed not from cruelty but from fear; Lin Xi's meteoric rise and fierce counterattacks had been nothing short of terrifying.

How would they fare if Lin Xi turned the tables on them?

Lin Huan clenched his fist and let out a bestial roar.

"Die, you piece of garbage!"

Lin Dong's hands were clasped behind his back, his face breaking into a slight, mocking smile.

"Is your heart as tough as your skull? Counterattacking isn't as easy as you think."

On the martial arts platform, a cloud of blood mist erupted from the area around Lin Xi's heart.

His body instantly seized up, then began to shake violently, as if struck by lightning, wracked with pain.

Yet, even as everyone assumed he had no chance of survival, Lin Xi continued to tremble uncontrollably.

He even managed a muffled roar from his mouth, his teeth still deeply embedded in Lin Fan's thigh, refusing to let go.

Just when the crowd was rendered speechless, convinced Lin Xi was about to be fatally struck down by Lin Fan, Lin Batian, the patriarch who had left the stage, reappeared with a grave look on his face, his eyes filled with deep concern.

His muscles tensed, he watched as Lin Fan's "fallen leaves" finger technique relentlessly punctured Lin Xi's back, a surge of intense murderous intent boiling up from within him.

Lin Batian, a first-level Profound Martial Master, had cultivated his dantian to store Qi, his meridians to channel Qi, and his True Qi to flow like steel. Though he could not yet project his True Qi outwardly, he possessed the strength of a mighty dragon.

In Rosehaven, aside from the former patriarch who was a second-level Profound Martial Master, there was no other Warrior who could match him.

Yet, in that moment, Lin Batian was filled with the urge to leap onto the stage and prevent Lin Fan from continuing his assault on Lin Xi.

The very thought that Lin Xi, who had been considered a good-for-nothing just the day before, was now grappling fiercely with Lin Fan, a Warrior at the pinnacle of the early stages, completely overturned his understanding.

Lin Xi came into the world, and aside from bestowing upon him a name, his father showed no further interest in him. He was well aware that Lin Qiu, the legitimate wife of the eldest son in the Lin family, had brutally beaten Lin Xi's mother while Lin Xi was still in the womb, causing him to suffer injuries before he even drew his first breath.

Born with twisted and blocked meridians, Lin Xi was considered a lost cause from the start. His father had no expectations for him to rise to greatness, to transform from a mere worm into a dragon or tiger. To his father, Lin Xi was disposable, and his death would be inconsequential.

Yet, the shock Lin Xi delivered to his father was beyond imagination. He didn't know what kind of extraordinary adventure Lin Xi had undergone, but when Lin Xi began his astonishing comeback, he managed to wound Lin Fan and survive.

In that moment, Lin Xi's pitiful condition seemed to awaken a fatherly love that had lain dormant. When Lin Xi was deemed worthless, anyone could bully and torment him without consequence. But now, as Lin Xi rose against the odds, the thought of him being killed by Lin Fan was intolerable.

As he was about to channel his Genuine Qi and rush to the martial arts platform to intervene, a chilling series of footsteps halted behind him.

"Husband, what are you about to do?"

...

"Roar! Lin Fan, you wretched fool, how could you fail to kill even a good-for-nothing? Are you incompetent or just too cowardly?" Lin Huan bellowed in fury, wishing he could take to the stage himself and finish off Lin Xi.

At that moment, all onlookers were stunned, their eyes wide with disbelief. Lin Xi, trembling and soaked in blood, was still alive.

"My God! How is this possible? His heart must have been shattered, but how can someone with a destroyed heart continue to live?" A young disciple from the crowd screamed, convinced he had witnessed the supernatural.

Meanwhile, Lin Fan's screams were piercing and sustained. To the others, the situation seemed bizarre; some even speculated that his fingers were too short to have penetrated Lin Xi's heart. But only Lin Fan knew the truth: his fingers had indeed punctured Lin Xi's heart, creating dozens of holes.

Even now, he couldn't feel a heartbeat; when his fingers had plunged in, they met nothing but a cavity filled with blood and mangled flesh. Yet, in this dire predicament, Lin Xi clung fiercely to his leg, his mouth drawing with even greater suction. The blood from his veins was being drained away as if pulled by the tide.

"Help! You monster, release me at once! Dad! Mom! Save me, please!"