Chapter 160 Too Strong

At this moment, Zhang Xiaofan's expression finally turned serious. It seemed he had still underestimated these three martial cultivators at the initial stage of the Spirit Opening Realm...

Under such coordinated attacks, he had found himself trapped in a difficult dilemma where advancing or retreating was equally perilous.

It seemed he had boasted a little too much just now...

However, since the boast was already out there, he couldn't afford to lose face.

The instant his feet touched the ground, spiritual energy violently erupted from them, propelling his body high up into the air. He leaped a full two meters high, and right at that moment, the combined attacks of the three men roared in.

Zhang Xiaofan could even feel the sharp, piercing gale lashing against his calves, yet he managed to dodge the triple onslaught by a thrilling margin.

Disappointment and rage washed over all three of their faces. Clearly, they had not expected him to evade the strike. In truth, had their speed been just a fraction faster—even by the slightest hair's breadth—Zhang Xiaofan would not have been able to escape.

Right at that very moment, as Zhang Xiaofan was descending from mid-air, he whipped out a fierce kick, aiming straight and hard for Wu Qiang's face.

Wu Qiang attempted to raise his arms to block, but before he could complete the motion, Zhang Xiaofan's foot had already connected squarely with his face.

The brutal kick, imbued with surging spiritual energy, directly distorted Wu Qiang's face. Even as a martial cultivator of the Spirit Opening Realm, Wu Qiang instantly felt a roaring hum in his head, as if the side of his face had been viciously struck by a heavy steel plate.

Wu Qiang's body did not collapse immediately; instead, he staggered backward, his vision turning completely pitch black and dizzy.

Having kicked Wu Qiang away, Zhang Xiaofan used the recoil as leverage to spin his entire body and unleashed a sweeping kick. The blow first struck Wu Jun across the face, and then swept directly into Fu Yuntao's face.

Just like Wu Qiang, both of them staggered backward, seeing stars and golden sparks flashing before their eyes.

At that moment, Wu Qiang reached out to touch his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, only to discover that several of his teeth had been kicked loose and fallen out, sending a piercing, agonizing pain through his jaw.

The other two fared no better. Their triple assault had resulted in them being injured in a single exchange. Their complexions turned terribly unsightly, and the look they cast toward Zhang Xiaofan grew even more filled with dread.

Yet, even if they were to concede defeat now, Zhang Xiaofan had no intention of letting them off.

Such a wonderful thing did not exist in this world—fighting when you could win, and surrendering the moment you couldn't. At least, Zhang Xiaofan was not a person of such noble sentiments.

The moment his feet hit the ground, Zhang Xiaofan did not pause for even a second. With a ferocious stomp, he lunged straight toward Fu Yuntao. The reason he didn't target Wu Jun first was because Wu Jun had been the initial recipient of his kick and would certainly have had time to recover his wits by now.

Zhang Xiaofan would not give them another opening, so he refused to overlook even such a minor detail.

Meanwhile, Fu Yuntao's head was still spinning violently. Seeing Zhang Xiaofan charging relentlessly toward him, a primitive instinct compelled him to back away. He didn't even attempt to raise a defense, paralyzed by a deep, subconscious fear.

However, the speed of Zhang Xiaofan's full-throttle charge was not something a hasty retreat could neutralize.

Hardly had Fu Yuntao taken a single step back when Zhang Xiaofan closed the distance. A fist rapidly expanded within Fu Yuntao's pupils before smashing directly into his left eye.

Under the tremendous force of the impact, Fu Yuntao's newly recovered consciousness plunged back into darkness and buzzing chaos, feeling as though his skull was about to be split open by the punch.

This time, his body flew backward involuntarily. One could clearly see his left eye socket swelling up hideously, leaving only a tiny slit visible for his eyeball.

Unable to stabilize himself mid-flight, he crashed heavily onto the ground. A martial cultivator at the initial stage of the Spirit Opening Realm had been knocked completely unconscious by a single punch from Zhang Xiaofan.

Without pausing after the blow, Zhang Xiaofan abruptly whirled around and lunged toward Wu Jun like a hunting leopard.

Wu Jun's arm was still throbbing with intense pain, but his mind had cleared slightly. Seeing Zhang Xiaofan pounce on him, he instinctively raised both arms to fend off the incoming fist.

However, one of his arms was already injured, and even if it hadn't been, a panicked, hurried defense could never hope to stop Zhang Xiaofan.

"Bang!"

A dull collision echoed out. Wu Jun's arms miraculously managed to shield his head, blocking Zhang Xiaofan's fist.

Immediately afterward, his expression twisted in agony as he endured a wave of excruciating pain.

Beneath that punch, his injured arm had been completely shattered. At the exact point of impact, the bone within his arm was snapped cleanly in half, and the sensation of bone fragments piercing his flesh caused his face to contort into a ghastly grimace.

Simultaneously, a terrifying wave of force surged through his other arm. Before the agony could even fully register in his mind, his defensive guard was shattered by Zhang Xiaofan's punch, which then slammed ruthlessly into his chest!

The blow bent his body into a half-crescent shape, his back arching sharply as a mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips. His complexion instantly turned deathly pale.

Too strong!

The three of them had attacked together, yet they were still no match for him, and had been reduced to severe injuries in the blink of an eye...

Terror and panic surfaced on Wu Jun's face. Such overwhelming strength was probably something only that legendary figure from the Dong family could contend with. He could only pray he wouldn't lose his life here today...

Without a doubt, he knew the young man before him was fully capable of killing him. As a martial cultivator, he was intimately familiar with the law of the jungle in the cultivation world.

Zhang Xiaofan merely cast a calm glance at the two of them, knowing they no longer posed any threat or chance of a comeback. He then turned around and walked toward Wu Qiang.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

Meanwhile, the miserable shrieks of Dong Hua from the ground echoed in the air. Zhang Xiaofan glanced over and figured Dong Hua's own mother probably wouldn't even recognize him now given how badly his face had been beaten...

The lackeys of the Dong family, though numerous, were currently frozen in absolute shock. The three invincible martial experts of the Dong family had been thrashed into such a miserable state...

Even Dong Hua and his cronies had forgotten to command their subordinates. Yet, it often happened this way—just like the ancient battles between two armies, where the prowess of a single general could single-handedly boost the morale of the entire side.

Sometimes, the sheer terror inspired by a single powerful warrior was enough to force the opposing army into retreat.

Zhang Xiaofan walked step by step toward Wu Qiang, a faint smile on his face as he spoke, "I said before, slapping your own face would have sufficed, but you insisted on forcing me to do it. Well, how is it? Three against one, are you convinced now?"

"Too bad even if you're convinced now. I told you, if you made me do it, you would regret it..."

Zhang Xiaofan's expression remained tranquil, yet it radiated an icy chill that cut to the bone.

Half of Wu Qiang's face was swollen high, marked by a prominent footprints, making him look utterly wretched. But none of that mattered anymore; his sole concern now was what this seemingly mild-mannered yet ruthlessly violent young man would do to him next...

Having witnessed Zhang Xiaofan's terrifying strength, he was genuinely afraid...

"What do you want?" Still, Wu Qiang was a martial cultivator of the Spirit Opening Realm; he retained a baseline of composure and didn't immediately drop to his knees to beg for mercy like an ordinary worldly person.

"What do I want? You beat up my brother, and you're asking me what I want? Let's give you another chance then. Slap your own face, though this time it'll be a hundred times..."

Zhang Xiaofan looked at him calmly and continued slowly, "Or, you can let my brother do it for you. Pick one of the two..."

Wu Qiang's body trembled uncontrollably. It wasn't entirely out of fear, but rather because Zhang Xiaofan's words were simply too arrogant, treating him as if he didn't exist at all—or worse, as if he were nothing more than humble dust in the other's eyes...

Yet, the opponent's absolute strength was right there. He felt rage, grievance, and a burning urge to fight back, but he didn't dare make a move, unsure if this merciless young man would unleash an even more brutal reprisal...

Pick one of the two? No matter which option he chose, neither was something he could possibly accept!

"Kid, don't be so insolent! The Dong family has someone far more powerful than you can possibly imagine. I advise you to quit while you're ahead, or the Dong family will take your life."

Clearly, despite fearing Zhang Xiaofan's strength, Wu Qiang was still unwilling to swallow such deep humiliation, and thus brandished the backing of the Dong family's ultimate expert to threaten him.

"You still dare to run your mouth at a time like this... No matter how formidable the person you mentioned might be, at least for now, you aren't qualified to speak like that in front of me..." Zhang Xiaofan said coldly, before hurling another ruthless punch straight ahead...