C6 You Don't Know Life or Death

Qin Fann's eyes narrowed as he gazed up at Wu Zun, who stood a good half head taller, causing the atmosphere to turn icy in an instant.

Initially indifferent, Qin Fann could no longer ignore the situation after Wu Zun's ego swelled from his victory over Wang Dongchen. The battle had come to him, and he was drawn in despite himself.

"Brother-in-law, you wouldn't want them to take me away, right? They're all so strong, and I'm just a defenseless woman. I'm afraid I'll never see my sister again," she sobbed.

"I'll knock you out, you whining freak," he retorted angrily.

Tang Bao'er added fuel to the fire at just the right moment, further igniting Qin Fann's fury.

"So, you're the son-in-law who showed up? I've heard you're nothing but a deadbeat. You've disgraced all men. What makes you think you can show off?"

The yellow-haired youth in the black team uniform stepped forward, poking Qin Fann's shoulder with a taunting finger. His provocations were pointed, each word a deliberate challenge. Wu Zun and his friends smirked, watching Qin Fann as if he were a circus act.

"I've never played basketball before," Qin Fann stated.

He then turned, effortlessly took the basketball from the yellow-haired man's hand, and slammed it onto the ground. The man remained clueless until the 'boom' echoed in his ear and he realized what happened.

The basketball flew high and then dropped, surprising Wu Zun and his companions, who were met with a slight smile on Qin Fann's lips.

"Could he be some kind of hidden boss?"

The thought briefly crossed their minds before they dismissed it. Impossible. With his slight frame, he'd have trouble running a few steps, let alone playing basketball against them—professional athletes who were like beasts in comparison.

He'd be better off doing a folk dance.

The crowd watching felt a blend of sorrow and disbelief at Qin Fann's overconfidence. To them, he was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, hopelessly outmatched. They believed that Wu Zun, akin to a towering T-Rex, could easily crush Qin Fann, leaving him shattered and defeated on the ground.

The young girl knew she had caused a stir and discreetly stuck out her tongue, bracing herself to stop Qin Fann. The joke had escalated, but before she could act, he was already at center court, dribbling the ball with a calm ease as he warmed up.

"Where are your teammates?" Wu Zun inquired, his confusion evident.

Zhang Heng braced himself as if heading to the gallows, but Qin Fann stopped him.

"I'm all that's needed."

"What?"

"[What?]"

"Are my ears playing tricks on me?"

"Is this kid insane, or is he just showing off? One versus five, really? We'll have to call him 'boss' if he survives this."

The onlookers murmured among themselves, convinced Qin Fann had gone off the deep end. An ant challenging an elephant? That would be the day, unless the world was ending.

Wang Dongchen and Situ Feiyang locked eyes, gritted their teeth, and stepped forward. They had to show some solidarity, being from the same school.

"Stay where you are, kid. Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough?"

Qin Fann dismissed them with a single retort, leaving them red-faced with frustration. They were itching to take him down on the spot. Today had been a total fiasco; not only had they been humiliated by a neighboring school, but now they were being mocked by a nobody.

"Are you sure you want to do this alone?"

Wu Zun remained doubtful.

"Enough talk. If you're too scared, just admit defeat."

Qin Fann was growing impatient. In a flash, he surged forward, dribbling so swiftly he became a blur, weaving through the five players and executing a perfect layup—the ball swished through the hoop.

It took a moment for the five to snap out of their shock, wiping their eyes as if they'd seen a ghost. Was this speed for real, or just an illusion?

"Amazing! He scored! That's just unbelievable!"

Admiration and shock eventually erupted from the crowd.

Wu Zun's group finally had to accept Qin Fann's skill. With such ghostly speed, he indeed had the right to challenge them.

"I'm up!"

With a bellow, Wu Zun finally recognized the gravity of the match. His eyes were fixed on Qin Fann with the focus of a lion stalking its prey, his movements fluid and his presence commanding. It was clear he was now in it to win it.

Suddenly, Wu Zun made his move, his figure flashing across the court with the speed of lightning, while Qin Fann stood there, clueless about what had just happened.

"The victory in this battle will ultimately be mine," Wu Zun proclaimed confidently, his assurance stemming from his overwhelming strength. In one-on-one confrontations, he had never been defeated, having used only sixty percent of his power even against formidable opponents like Wang Dongchen. Now, going all out, he believed no one could stop him.

Just a step away from the basket, with mere milliseconds passing, Wu Zun was secretly pleased with himself when suddenly he felt the ball slip from his grasp. Confronted with Qin Fann's mischievous smile, he realized too late that the ball had been stealthily taken from him.

His opponent didn't give him a chance. Like a phantom, the figure slipped by and quickly scored.

"Damn!" Wu Zun was completely enraged. He tore his T-shirt apart, his muscles bulging, each one brimming with explosive power, determined to show Qin Fann a thing or two.

On the next play, Wu Zun focused intently on Qin Fann, especially cautious of his ghost-like speed. He protected the ball closely, his feet crackling like fireworks, covering three to four meters in a single step.

Almost instantly, he was under the hoop, leaping straight up over a meter high, gripping the ball with both hands, concentrating all his strength. With unmatched momentum, he slammed the ball toward the basket.

Everyone, including himself, was convinced that unless an alien descended, no one could block that shot.

He was about to score, but in that moment, the unexpected happened. Alert spectators gasped as a shadowy figure leaped into the air, growing larger, and a huge hand swatted the basketball away.

"Bang!"

The sound reverberated as Wu Zun felt like he had crashed head-on into a speeding truck, his body half numb, the ball snatched from his hands.

Another smooth three-step layup followed, making it six points in total.

Only a minute had passed, and the entire arena fell silent, everyone stunned by the turn of events. If Qin Fann's first two successes could be chalked up to luck, then three in a row certainly proved his genuine skill.

Xiao Wanqing's hands trembled slightly, her eyes flashing with admiration and a hint of confusion. Mu Qianqian was taken aback, never having anticipated such an outcome. A smile played at her lips as she pondered her next move.

Lu Qiansnow covered her mouth in shock, her mind a complete blank. Wang Dongchen and Situ Feiyang were so incredulous they wished they could gouge out their eyes, refusing to believe the spectacle unfolding before them.

Their entrance, it seemed, was merely a setup for Qin Fann's grand display of prowess. Truly, this was the epitome of an ace up one's sleeve.

"We're going all in, together!" Wu Zun bellowed, vowing a fight to the finish. This time, he wasn't going solo; he rallied his four teammates for a united front.

Qin Fann was formidable, no doubt, but two fists are hard-pressed against four hands. Surrounded by five, not even the spirit of Jordan could guarantee a basket.

Tang Bao'er's eyes shimmered with stars, her accidental revelation of Qin Fann's secret only adding to his allure. This version of Qin Fann, both charming and dependable, offered an immense sense of security.

Without realizing it, she was completely smitten.

Confronted by the quintet, Qin Fann merely flashed a knowing smile, demonstrating with his actions that with enough strength, one can stand alone against any odds.

His lightning-fast speed and elusive footwork made him an unstoppable force on the court, gliding through the opposition like the wind. The five could neither catch his shadow nor match his pace.

Their strength was formidable; no one dared to collide with them on the court. Yet Qin Fann, seemingly frail, wielded his movements with the force of a cosmic tide, sending Wu Zun reeling from the impact, instilling a profound sense of wariness in all five opponents.