59: He called you "Dad" and still had murderous thoughts; he's unfilial and deserves to die.

Dead silence.

Then, Killing Intent erupted.

"Foreigners?!" a student roared furiously. "You're fucking looking for death!"

The blue-eyed man raised an eyebrow. "It seems you've chosen death."

He drew a greatsword, its blade pointing directly at Lin Fan. "You're the leader, aren't you?"

"I'll give you three seconds. Kneel and offer up all your treasures."

"Otherwise..."

He licked his lips. "I will hang your head at the entrance of the ruins."

Lin Fan smiled.

He stood up and brushed the dust off his pants.

Then, he looked at the blue-eyed man.

"What did you just say?"

"I didn't hear you clearly."

"Say it again?"

The blue-eyed man frowned. "I said, kneel, offer your treasures, or else—"

Before he could finish speaking...

Lin Fan moved.

He didn't rush toward the blue-eyed man.

Instead... he raised his hand.

From across the air...

He delivered a slap!

Slap!!!

The crisp sound of the slap echoed through the ruins!

The blue-eyed man was sent spinning three times in mid-air before slamming heavily onto the ground!

Half of his face swelled up like a pig's head, and seven or eight teeth were knocked out!

"Now," Lin Fan said, picking his ear, "I heard you clearly."

"However..."

He grinned, revealing a brilliant smile.

"It seems you won't have the chance to say it a third time."

[Ding! Slapped a foreign Martial Artist away, prestige value +300!]

[Current prestige value: 24,370 points!]

...Dead silence at the scene.

The four foreign Martial Artists watched in stunned silence as their captain lay on the ground like a dead dog.

Half of his face was swollen high, and blood mixed with broken teeth flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Cap... Captain?!" The Red-haired Youth snapped out of it and hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.

The blue-eyed man—who should now be called the pig-headed man—struggled to get up, his eyes filled with horror and rage.

"You... you dare hit me?!" he roared indistinctly, pointing his greatsword at Lin Fan. "Do you know who I am?! I am the captain of the Holy Templar Knights' Third Squad, John Wick!"

"Holy Sanctuary?" Lin Fan raised an eyebrow. "Never heard of it."

He turned to ask Wang Xiaoming, "Do you know it?"

Wang Xiaoming's face was pale. "God Fan... the Holy Sanctuary is the strongest Martial Artist organization in North America, equivalent to our Martial Arts Association..."

"Oh," Lin Fan nodded, then looked at John. "So?"

John trembled with rage. "So?! So if you dare touch me, the Holy Sanctuary won't let you off! Your Family and your country will all pay the price!"

"The price?" Lin Fan laughed.

He walked toward John step by step.

The four foreign Martial Artists immediately blocked his path, their auras exploding—they were all impressively at the Peak Great Martial Master level!

"Eastern monkey, stop!" the Red-haired Youth barked. "One more step and you die!"

Lin Fan didn't stop.

He continued walking.

He walked right up to the Red-haired Youth and raised his hand.

Another slap.

Slap!

The Red-haired Youth followed in John's footsteps, spinning through the air and crashing into the ruins, knocked unconscious.

The expressions of the remaining three changed drastically!

"All together!"

The three of them attacked simultaneously!

Sword light, fist imprints, and fireballs!

Three types of Martial Skills blasted toward Lin Fan!

Lin Fan didn't even look.

He raised his hand.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Three crisp sounds.

The three flew in the same direction, with the same posture and the same arc.

When they landed, they were all knocked unconscious in perfect unison.

The entire area was silent.

Only the sound of the wind wailing through the ruins remained.

Lin Fan walked over to John and crouched down.

"Now," he patted John's pig-like face, "tell me, who's going to pay the price?"

Fear finally welled up in John's eyes.

This man... was too strong!

Ridiculously strong!

"I... I was wrong..." he pleaded indistinctly. "Let me go... I'll give you all the treasures I have..."

"Treasures?" Lin Fan raised an eyebrow. "If I kill you, won't the treasures be mine anyway?"

John froze.

"However," Lin Fan stood up and clapped his hands, "I'm in a good mood today."

"How about this: kneel down, kowtow three times, and call me 'Father'."

"And I'll spare your life."

John's face turned red—though it was hard to tell through the swelling.

"You... don't push people too far!"

"Pushing too far?" Lin Fan laughed. "Why didn't you say that when you were telling me to kneel earlier?"

He raised his foot and stepped on John's right hand.

"Three seconds."

"Three."

Crack!

Finger bones shattered!

"AHHH!!!" John screamed in agony.

"Two."

Lin Fan moved his foot to the left hand.

"Father! Father! I'll kowtow! I'll kowtow!"

John broke down.

He struggled to crawl up, knelt on the ground, and thud-thud-thud, kowtowed three times.

"Father... spare me..."

"Good boy." Lin Fan nodded with satisfaction. "Now get lost."

John Wick felt as if he had been granted a grand amnesty. With a face mixed with humiliation and the relief of surviving a disaster, he scrambled to his feet and turned to flee from these ruins that would be his lifelong shame.

He didn't even dare to look at his four unconscious teammates on the ground—saving his own life was the priority!

Just as he took his third step away...

With his back to Lin Fan, a barely perceptible trace of malice and ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, which were swollen into slits.

Eastern pig... once I get out and mobilize the elites of the Holy Templar Knights, I will definitely skin you alive! And your Family, your country... Just as this thought arose—

Puchi!

A faint but incredibly sharp sound of something piercing the air rang out behind his head without warning!

The hairs on John's body stood on end. His Martial Artist instincts made him want to tilt his head to dodge, but under his heavy injuries, his movement was more than just a step too slow!

He couldn't even fully turn his head.

He only felt a slight chill at the back of his head.

Immediately following that, a burning, domineering, and supremely sharp Sword Qi pierced through from between his eyebrows!

Chii!

A pale-gold, condensed Sword Qi streaked through the air, carrying a string of blood and brain matter before slowly dissipating.

John Wick's body froze in place. The malice on his face completely solidified, replaced by boundless confusion and disbelief.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But only a wheezing sound of leaking air came out.

Thud.

The corpse fell forward, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Between his eyebrows was a finger-thick blood hole, pierced through from front to back with charred edges.

Dead silence filled the area.

Even the sound of the wind seemed to stop at this moment.

All the students, including Su Muyu and Qin Yue, watched this scene in stunned silence, their throats feeling as if they were blocked by something, unable to make a sound.

Killed?

Just like that... killed?

Didn't he just say 'spare your life' and make him call him father?

How could he in the blink of an eye... "Tsk," Lin Fan withdrew his right index finger and blew on the non-existent smoke at the tip. "Calling me father while harboring Killing Intent; filial impiety deserves death."

His tone was as flat as if he were discussing what to have for dinner.

It was as if he hadn't just killed a squad leader of the Holy Templar Knights, but rather a noisy fly.

"Fan... God Fan..." Wang Xiaoming's voice trembled as he pointed at the other four unconscious foreign Martial Artists on the ground. "They..."

Lin Fan glanced at them.

He raised his hand.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Three invisible Sword Qi shots were fired with precision, entering the foreheads of three of them.

The three corpses twitched once and then became completely still.

Only the Red-haired Youth, who had been slapped away first, remained lying unconscious on the ground.

"Leave one," Lin Fan said calmly. "Someone needs to go back and report the news."

He walked over to the Red-haired Youth and kicked him in the Dantian.

"AH!" The Red-haired Youth woke up screaming, clutching his abdomen and curling up like a shrimp.

His martial Foundation was completely destroyed by this kick.

From now on, even if his injuries healed, he would be a cripple.

"Listen," Lin Fan crouched down and patted the Red-haired Youth's pale face. "Go back and tell your superiors at the Holy Sanctuary."

"The person who killed them is me, Lin Fan."

"If you want revenge, you're welcome anytime."

"But next time, the people you send should bring enough money to buy their lives."

"Otherwise..."

He grinned, revealing forest-white teeth.

"I'll bury as many as come."

The Red-haired Youth was scared out of his wits, his crotch instantly becoming wet. He scrambled backward, incoherent. "I... I wouldn't dare... mercy..."

"Get out."

The Red-haired Youth felt as if he had been granted a great pardon. He scrambled up on all fours and stumbled away in the direction he had come from, not even having the courage to look back.

Once his figure disappeared at the end of the ruins...

The scene remained in a state of dead silence.

The students looked at the four corpses on the ground, then at Lin Fan's terrifyingly calm profile, and a chill rushed from the soles of their feet straight to their heads.

Ruthless!

So fucking ruthless!

Killing without the slightest hesitation!

After killing them, he even left a cripple to go back and deliver a provocative report!

This wasn't just arrogance anymore... this was blatant trampling!

It was stepping on the face of the Holy Sanctuary and grinding it into the dirt!

[Ding! Killed foreign Martial Artists, prestige value +500!]

[Ding! Leaving a survivor to report back, completely indifferent to the opponent's revenge, prestige value +500!]

[Current prestige value: 25,370 points!]

...