99: Chapter 99 Martial Master Level 2 vs. Half-Step Grandmaster

The battle erupted in an instant.

Without any probing, it immediately entered a white-hot phase.

"Thunderbird."

Tang Si formed a hand seal, and countless flying birds, condensed from lightning, appeared behind him.

Accompanied by piercing screeches, these Thunderbirds, like a fleet of bombers, overwhelmingly crashed towards Lin Fan.

Each Thunderbird contained enough energy to severely injure an ordinary Martial Master.

This was not a one-on-one fight; it was an area-of-effect bombardment.

"Good timing!"

Lin Fan roared, advancing instead of retreating.

The blood and qi within him surged like a river, making a rushing sound.

Dark golden light covered his entire body, making him look like a golden Arhat in a temple.

He didn't dodge or evade, directly charging into the flock of Thunderbirds.

Boom, boom, boom!

Violent explosions rang out continuously.

Lightning flashed everywhere, and smoke billowed.

Lin Fan was like a human tank, rampaging through the lightning purgatory.

Each punch he threw could detonate several Thunderbirds.

But he wasn't completely unscathed.

The S-Rank Wind-Lightning Talent had extremely strong penetrative power. Even with the Indestructible Golden Body protecting him, scorched marks began to appear on Lin Fan's skin.

The pain constantly stimulated his nerves.

"Too slow, too slow!"

Tang Si's figure moved at high speed around the battlefield, so fast that only afterimages remained.

He used his speed advantage to continuously leave wounds on Lin Fan.

Although none were fatal, they accumulated.

"Is this all your strength?"

Tang Si's voice came from all directions, carrying a hint of mockery.

"A punching bag that only takes hits, how can you win against me?"

Lin Fan didn't speak.

His breathing became heavy, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

Pressure.

Immense pressure.

Tang Si was indeed a Half-step Grandmaster; whether it was the total amount of spiritual energy or the application of his talent, he firmly suppressed Lin Fan.

The current Lin Fan was like a small boat swaying in a storm.

It could capsize at any moment.

"Not enough..."

Lin Fan muttered inwardly.

He could feel that the bottleneck within him was slowly loosening under this immense external pressure.

He had been at the Martial Master First Stage for some time.

The resources he had consumed before, along with a large amount of medicinal power, had accumulated in his body and were not fully digested. He didn't lack resources now; resources had piled up to the limit his body could digest.

He needed an opportunity, he needed a battle.

An opportunity to force out all these accumulated medicinal powers.

And Tang Si was the best hammer for that.

"Again!"

Lin Fan roared, stomping his feet hard.

The ground cracked.

He shot into the sky, actually trying to catch Tang Si's figure in mid-air.

"Courting death!"

Tang Si sneered.

Unable to exert force in mid-air, he was a sitting duck.

"Wind-Lightning Killing Array!"

Tang Si suddenly clapped his hands together.

A fierce wind erupted around him, forming a massive tornado that trapped Lin Fan in the center.

Within the tornado, countless purple lightning bolts transformed into sharp blades, furiously slicing at Lin Fan's body.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

A huge friction sound rang out.

The light of Lin Fan's Indestructible Golden Body rapidly dimmed.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He felt as if he had been thrown into a meat grinder, every inch of his bones wailing.

"Give up!"

Tang Si floated above the eye of the storm, looking down at Lin Fan.

"It's not shameful to be my little brother."

"Give up?"

Lin Fan, his face covered in blood, suddenly looked up.

His eyes were not scattered; instead, they shone terrifyingly bright.

It was an expression of extreme madness and extreme greed.

Like a gambler who had just seen the ultimate winning card.

"In my dictionary, there are no such words as 'give up'."

"Only... raise the stakes!"

Boom!

A terrifying heatwave suddenly erupted from within Lin Fan's body.

The originally dim golden light instantly turned crimson gold.

That was the S-Rank Talent, Divine Ember Flame, being ignited.

Lin Fan was actually madly burning the blood and qi within his body, along with the accumulated medicinal power.

This was an extremely dangerous practice.

A slight mistake could sever his meridians.

But under this extreme pressure, a miracle occurred.

Crack!

A sound like a breaking eggshell clearly echoed within Lin Fan's body.

It was the sound of the realm barrier being broken through.

The previously stagnant spiritual energy instantly became incredibly smooth, surging and roaring.

The surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth frantically converged towards Lin Fan, forming a visible vortex.

Martial Master Second Stage!

In this life-and-death battle, Lin Fan actually broke through on the spot!

"What?"

Tang Si's expression changed drastically.

He could clearly feel that Lin Fan's aura was climbing at a terrifying speed.

The situation that was originally suppressed was instantly broken.

"Thank you for the pressure, Young Master Tang."

Lin Fan grinned, revealing a mouthful of blood-stained white teeth.

"In return, please take this punch."

Bang!

The air beneath Lin Fan's feet actually exploded, creating a sonic boom.

Using this recoil, his speed skyrocketed, instantly breaking the sound barrier.

He forcibly smashed through the Wind-Lightning Killing Array.

The next second.

He appeared in front of Tang Si.

At this moment, offense and defense reversed.

Tang Si's proud speed was no longer an unsolvable problem in front of the breakthrough Lin Fan.

"This is impossible!"

Tang Si screamed in horror, instinctively wanting to retreat.

But he found himself locked on.

Lin Fan's punch had no fancy techniques.

Only pure power.

That was the spiritual energy of a Martial Master Second Stage, superimposed with the physical strength of the Indestructible Golden Body, and supplemented by the explosive power of the Divine Ember Flame.

A trinity.

A peak strike.

"Get down!"

Lin Fan's fist heavily slammed onto Tang Si's crossed, defensive arms.

Crack!

A crisp sound of bones cracking rang out.

The protective spiritual energy on Tang Si's arms instantly shattered.

A huge force passed through his arms, striking his chest.

Pfft!

Tang Si violently spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

His entire body, like a kite with a broken string, fell from the sky.

Rumble!

He heavily crashed onto the plaza ground, creating a deep pit.

The dust settled.

The entire arena was silent.

Everyone's mouths hung open, watching the figure slowly descending from the sky.

Lin Fan's clothes were tattered, and he was covered in blood, looking disheveled.

But his back was ramrod straight.

He stood at the edge of the deep pit, looking at Tang Si struggling to get up from the bottom of the pit.

"I yield, Young Master Tang."

Lin Fan's voice was a bit hoarse, but it clearly spread throughout the entire arena.

"This round, I won."

At the bottom of the pit.

Tang Si clutched his chest, his face ashen.

He stared intently at Lin Fan, his eyes filled with unwillingness, shock, and a hint of unconcealed fear.

He lost.

The dignified Young Master of the Tang Family from the Imperial Capital, a Half-step Grandmaster, actually lost to an unknown nobody from Jianghai City.

And it was even when the opponent broke through during the battle.

This was simply a great humiliation.

But he lost convincedly.

That punch just now, if Lin Fan hadn't held back, and it had been slightly off-center, hitting his heart...

He would be a dead man now.

"Cough, cough..."

Tang Si coughed up a mouthful of blood foam, and with the help of two attendants, he laboriously stood up.

He looked at Lin Fan, his eyes complex.

After a long while.

He took a deep breath, pushed away the attendants, and staggered over to Lin Fan.

"I lost."

Tang Si's voice was a bit dry.

"A bet is a bet."

"That blind box... hand it over."

Although he lost face, he didn't want to lose everything.

People of the Tang Family could afford to lose.

Lin Fan smiled.

This time, it was a genuine smile.

Not only because he won the battle, but also because with this battle, he had completely established himself in the Tianjiao Camp.

From today on, no one would dare to treat him like a soft persimmon to be bullied.

Moreover...

A big business opportunity had arrived.