95: Chapter 95 The Polite Robber
He walked steadily, with rhythm.
Passing through Section C, the environment improved slightly; they were four-person brick houses.
Several students chatting at their doors whistled when they saw Lin Fan.
"Hey, you from Jianghai, you've taken the wrong path, haven't you? Ding-rank is further down."
Lin Fan ignored them and continued upward.
Passing through Section B, these were already single-occupancy apartments with a quiet environment.
Several students wiping their weapons on balconies gave Lin Fan cold, warning looks.
Lin Fan still didn't stop.
His goal was clear.
Only the summit, only the first place.
As he climbed higher, the surrounding spiritual energy became increasingly dense.
But along with it came an invisible pressure.
That was the aura emanating from the experts living on the upper levels.
They were asserting their sovereignty and warning visitors.
Finally.
Lin Fan stood before the final step leading to Section A.
Ahead was an open platform.
Ten villas of various styles were elegantly distributed amidst a sea of flowers.
Each villa was shrouded in a faint curtain of light—a defensive formation.
And at the very center, the highest villa was even more magnificent.
That was Jiazi No. 1.
Lin Fan took a deep breath, savoring the intoxicating fragrance of spiritual energy in the air.
"This place is truly worthy of my status as the Pavilion Master of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion."
He straightened his collar, his face wearing that signature, harmless smile.
Then.
Under everyone's shocked gazes, he strode toward the villa that symbolized the highest status in the Tianjiao Camp.
A business negotiation regarding a "property exchange."
Was about to begin.
Standing before the carved gates of Villa A-1, Lin Fan looked completely out of place.
His cheap casual clothes formed a sharp contrast with the luxurious European architectural style here.
By now, the commotion from down the mountain had attracted quite a few people's attention.
The geniuses living in the other villas of Section A stepped out onto their terraces one after another.
"Who is that? He looks very unfamiliar."
"A badge from Jianghai City. Never heard of any prominent figures coming from that place."
A cold and elegant woman from the neighboring Villa A-4 replied indifferently, "Probably a greenhorn who wants to reach the sky in a single bound."
"Heh, reach the sky? More like reach the afterlife in a single bound."
A red-haired youth sneered, "Chen Ao is the one living in Jiazi No. 1. That guy is a lunatic."
"A good show is about to start."
Everyone's eyes focused on Lin Fan, waiting for the moment he would be blasted away.
Lin Fan ignored the gloating stares around him.
He stood at the door and very politely rang the doorbell.
"Ding-dong!" The crisp sound of the doorbell echoed across the silent summit.
A moment later, the villa's front door did not open.
Instead, a floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor suddenly shattered.
"Scram!"
A thunderous roar exploded.
Immediately after, a sharp gust of wind, carrying a shard of broken glass, flew straight toward Lin Fan's face.
The strike was vicious and merciless.
If this had been any ordinary martial artist, they would likely have been disfigured on the spot.
Lin Fan stood his ground, not even blinking.
He simply tilted his head slightly.
"Swoosh!"
The sharp glass whistled past his ear and embedded itself deeply into a landscape tree behind him.
"Such a big temper is bad for the liver."
Lin Fan brushed off non-existent dust from his shoulder, still maintaining that gentle smile.
He looked up at the broken window on the second floor.
A shirtless youth with bulging muscles stood there, looking down at him from above.
The youth's skin was a bronze color, covered in hideous scars.
His eyes were fierce and violent, like a provoked lion.
[Name: Chen Ao]
[Realm: High-level Martial Master]
[Talent: A-Rank Blazing Physique]
"You have only three seconds to disappear."
Chen Ao's voice was bone-chillingly cold, "Otherwise, you'll leave a leg behind."
Lin Fan smiled.
He pulled a crumpled paper box from his pocket.
It was just a rock he had picked up from the roadside earlier and wrapped in scrap newspaper.
It looked like a low-quality, two-yuan blind box from a street stall.
"Student Chen, don't be so angry."
Lin Fan held up the box as if displaying some rare treasure.
"I'm here to talk business."
"I've taken a liking to your house. Good feng shui, great lighting—it's perfect for a low-profile person like me."
"So, I plan to trade with you."
Lin Fan was talking nonsense with a straight face.
"This is a Supreme Blind Box specially made by my Myriad Treasures Pavilion, containing world-shaking opportunities."
"Though your house is nice, it's still a bit lacking compared to my blind box."
"But I'm a man who believes that 'taking a loss is a blessing,' so I'll reluctantly exchange this blind box for your villa keys."
"How about it? You're making a huge profit on this deal."
Dead silence.
The geniuses watching from the sidelines all widened their eyes, as if they had heard some fantastical tale.
Trading a piece of junk paper box for the best villa in Tianjiao Camp?
This wasn't even robbery anymore.
This was an insult to one's intelligence.
"Is this kid... here to be a comedian?"
The iron balls in the red-haired youth's hand almost dropped to the ground. "He actually wants to trade that trash for Chen Ao's house?"
"He's dead."
The cold and elegant woman shook her head. "Chen Ao hates being played more than anything."
As expected.
Chen Ao's face on the second floor instantly turned ashen.
The veins on his forehead bulged one by one, like wriggling earthworms.
A terrifying heatwave erupted from his body, distorting the surrounding air due to the high temperature.
"You are looking for death!"
Chen Ao squeezed these words out through gritted teeth.
He felt he had been subjected to unprecedented humiliation.
As a genius from a great family in the capital, when had he ever been toyed with like a fool?
Boom!
Chen Ao jumped directly from the second floor.
He rolled in mid-air and slammed his feet heavily onto the ground.
The hard granite floor instantly cracked, sending stone fragments flying.
Raging crimson flames ignited on his body, enveloping him like a god of fire.
"Since you want to trade, I'll send you to trade for a place to be reincarnated!"
Chen Ao roared, turning into a fiery red afterimage as he charged toward Lin Fan.
His speed was pushed to the extreme.
Everywhere he passed, the grass on the lawn instantly withered and charred.
"Blazing Collapsing Fist!"
Chen Ao's right fist, carrying terrifying heat and explosive power, aimed straight for Lin Fan's chest.
This punch held nothing back.
He truly intended to kill.
The people around them shook their heads.
In their eyes, this ignorant country bumpkin Lin Fan would become a charred corpse in the next second.
However.
Facing this menacing punch, Lin Fan still stood his ground, motionless.
He even tucked the piece-of-junk box back into his pocket.
"Even if the deal fails, the friendship remains. Why resort to violence?"
Lin Fan sighed, his tone filled with the helplessness of one who feels disappointed in another's potential.
But deep within his pupils, golden runes were swirling frantically.
Eye of True Sight, activated.
Chen Ao's movements instantly slowed down in his eyes.
That seemingly fierce and matchless Blazing Collapsing Fist was full of openings in his sight.
"Too slow."
Just as Chen Ao's fist was less than ten centimeters away from the tip of Lin Fan's nose.
Lin Fan moved.
No fancy movements.
He simply raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and made a grab.
Slap!
A crisp crack sounded.
Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.
They saw Lin Fan's fair, slender palm steadily catching Chen Ao's flaming fist.
The terrifying flames exploded in Lin Fan's palm but could not harm him in the slightest.
A faint dull-gold luster flowed over his skin.
S-Rank Talent, Indestructible Golden Body.
Chen Ao's pupils constricted violently.
He felt as if his fist had struck a great mountain; the counter-shock force made his entire arm go numb.
Even more terrifyingly, no matter how he channeled his internal blazing power, he couldn't break through the defensive layer on Lin Fan's palm.
"You..."
Chen Ao was about to speak.
But Lin Fan suddenly smiled.
That smile was still gentle, but his eyes became as cold as a blade.
"Since you are unwilling to trade."
"Then according to the rules of the Tianjiao Camp."
Lin Fan's fingers suddenly tightened. "I'll just have to take it by force."
Before his voice had even faded.
Lin Fan's left hand balled into a fist and struck out without warning.
This punch was unadorned, pure physical strength.
But with the enhancement of the Indestructible Golden Body, this force was enough to split mountains and crack stones.
Thud!
A dull, heavy sound.
Lin Fan's fist landed solidly on Chen Ao's abdomen.
The blazing shield on Chen Ao's body shattered instantly like paper.
His whole body arched like a shrimp, and his eyes nearly bulged out.
The intense pain prevented him from even letting out a scream.
The next second.
Chen Ao's body flew backward like a cannonball.
He smashed directly through the villa's front door, crashed through the living room wall, and finally slammed hard into the swimming pool in the backyard.
Crash!
A massive splash of water rose several meters high.
The whole world went quiet.
The other geniuses in Section A stood with their mouths agape, their jaws nearly hitting the ground.
One punch.
Just one punch.
Chen Ao, who was overbearing and powerful in the Tianjiao Camp, had been sent flying?
And he was crushed with the purest physical strength by someone from an obscure small Jianghai?
"What kind of monster is this?"
The red-haired youth swallowed hard, feeling a chill down his spine.
Had he really just been mocking this monster?
Lin Fan withdrew his fist and shook off a few sparks clinging to his hand.
"I already said I'm a reasonable person."
"You just had to force my hand."
Lin Fan shook his head and stepped into the villa.
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