79: Chapter 79 Speed ​​Club? Let's call it Turtle Speed ​​Club from now on.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

Ten meters.

Li Biao, the captain of the Extreme Speed Society, felt he had never run this fast in his life.

The thought of snatching the hot pot made the 'Windshadow Gene' inside him burn to the limit.

He could even see the rust on the frying pan in Xiao Fan's hand and a single Sichuan peppercorn boiling in the pot.

"Idiot!"

Li Biao glanced at Gu Fan, who was still sitting motionless on the sofa, and curled his lip.

Still acting cool at a time like this?

Even if you have some skill, at this distance, I can snatch that pot from you in the blink of an eye!

"Gale Slash!"

Li Biao roared, his dagger tracing a tricky arc as it lunged toward Gu Fan's neck—of course, it was a feint; he just wanted to force him away to grab the meat in the pot.

But just as the tip of his dagger reached three meters in front of Gu Fan...

The world suddenly felt wrong; moving became incredibly difficult.

[Ding! Detected 'food-snatching' malice and 'high-speed' collision targeting the host.]

[Malice Judgment: Extreme Greed.]

[Law of Karma Backlash Activated: Gravity Mire (10x Version) + Relativistic Stupidity Aura.]

Buzz—

There was no sound in the air.

But Li Biao was scared witless; he found his body no longer obeyed him.

His originally ultra-fast movements suddenly turned into slow motion.

His outstretched left leg slowly... slowly inched forward in the air; the movement was beyond ridiculous.

The fierce expression on his face looked particularly comical because his muscles moved so slowly. With his mouth agape and eyelids rolled back, he looked incredibly stupid.

It wasn't just him.

The four teammates behind him were still maintaining their charging postures.

Some were jumping mid-air, others were lunging on the ground.

Now they had all turned into slow motion, each staring wide-eyed, watching themselves move slower and slower.

"Wha... t's... go... ing... on..."

Li Biao wanted to roar, but the sound from his throat was stretched long, turning into a low, strange "moo-moo" sound.

Xiao Fan looked even more bewildered.

He was holding the frying pan, all ready for a fight.

And then this gang comes charging and shouting, only to suddenly start performing a pantomime right in front of him?

What the hell is this?

Dancing before a fight?

Are you insulting my intelligence?!

"You dare play in slow motion in front of me?"

Xiao Fan got angry. "Who are you looking down on! Lie down for me!"

He took a step forward, his speed so fast in Li Biao's eyes that it was a blur.

He raised his hand.

He swung the pan.

Clang—!

A loud bang echoed through the canyon.

Li Biao's face made direct contact with the pitch-black bottom of the pan.

In slow motion, the skin on his face wobbled incessantly, and a front tooth, trailed by saliva, slowly flew toward the sky.

Because of the deceleration, the motion of him flying backward was absurdly slow.

His whole body drifted backward leisurely.

"Next!"

Xiao Fan delivered another strike with a backhand swing.

Clang!

The guy jumping mid-air on the left took a direct hit to the forehead; his eyes rolled back, and he hung in the air for two seconds before slowly dropping down.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Xiao Fan went on a wild hammering spree with the frying pan.

This wasn't even a fight.

This was a one-sided beating.

The kind where others literally stick their heads out for you to hit.

In less than ten seconds—though for Li Biao and the others, it might have felt like a century—

All five elites of the Extreme Speed Society were lying on the ground, each with an identical large bump on their heads, questioning their very existence.

Only then did Gu Fan swallow the tripe in his mouth.

He looked at the unlucky fellows still twitching in slow motion on the ground and shook his head.

"Young people, always in such a rush."

Gu Fan pointed his chopsticks at Li Biao. "You should chew your food slowly and walk properly. Running that fast, aren't you afraid of a stomach prolapse?"

Lying on the ground, tears streamed down Li Biao's face.

It wasn't just the pain; it was mostly the indignity.

He was a Genius who relied on speed to make a name for himself in the academy!

To be knocked out by a frying pan?

How could he show his face again? The Extreme Speed Society might as well change its name to the Snail Speed Society!

[Ding! Detected the collapse of faith in 'Li Biao' and others.]

[malice points +600.]

"Xiao Fan, search them."

Gu Fan paid no more attention to the losers. "See if they have anything valuable. Even if we're rich, we shouldn't be wasteful."

"You got it!"

Xiao Fan skillfully frisked the group.

"President, they're just a bunch of paupers. Just some compressed biscuits and a few low-level Haste Talismans."

Xiao Fan disdainfully tossed the searched items aside, only taking the point cards from their waists. "But they have quite a few points; each has over two hundred. Looks like they've scammed a lot of people."

Gu Fan took the point cards, casually swirled them in the hot pot to rinse off the grease, and glanced at the rising society points.

"Alright, throw them far away. Don't let them block the view."

Gu Fan lay back on the sofa, his gaze falling on the tactical tablet Lin Xue had just repaired.

The screen lit up, showing a real-time map of Thunder Roar Canyon.

It was covered in dense red dots.

These red dots were forming a massive encirclement, converging toward the coordinates of the Lying Flat Mutual Aid Society.

Among them, one red dot was exceptionally large and deep purple in color.

That was Zhao Tiezhu's signal source.

"It seems that pot of meat has drawn everyone here."

Lin Xue wiped the blade in her hand, her expression grim. "At a glance, there are at least six societies and over fifty people. And they're all strong teams ranked in the top thirty. The Iron Brotherhood, the Mad Blade Society, and Blazing Rose..."

"President, this time... a frying pan might not be enough."

Xiao Fan also gripped his greatsword tightly, his face tense.

Fifty people.

Even if they stood still and let you hack at them, you'd be exhausted to death.

Moreover, these people would surely have learned their lesson and wouldn't charge blindly like the Extreme Speed Society.

Facing this dead end, Gu Fan's reaction was—

To let out a yawn.

A massive yawn that even squeezed out a few tears.

"Fifty people, huh..."

Gu Fan rubbed his eyes and lowered the sofa backrest a bit, essentially lying flat.

He looked at those aggressive red dots on the tablet without feeling a thing.

"Just as well, I'm a bit sleepy after eating."

"Wangcai, finish gnawing those bones clean."

"Xiao Fan, dim the lights; it's too bright."

"Lin Xue, I have a job for you. Count how many people fall later; if you miss one, I'm docking your pay."

After speaking, he pulled a pillow from his robe embroidered with the words 'Sleep Without Worry' and propped it under his head. His voice was muddled, yet it carried a bone-chilling laziness:

"Since they've all come, they shouldn't leave."

"It just so happens I'm missing some people in my dreams. Let them... all come in and sleep with me for a while."