256: Chapter 256 Is this what 300% gold content is?

Wang Laoliu could already foresee the scene of that brat's fresh blood spraying all over his face.

However...

In Lin Fan's vision, the entire world had changed.

Wang Laoliu's pounce, which he thought was extremely fast, was like slow-motion footage in a movie at this moment.

The twitching of every piece of flesh on his face, the instant bulge of his arm muscles when exerting force, and the trajectory of the sand particles kicked up by his feet were excessively clear.

Too slow, ridiculously slow.

Is this the true value of 300%?

Wang Laoliu had already pounced close.

"Lin Fan..." Song Ya spoke anxiously.

"Be careful, Lin Fan." Even Xu Zhixia gasped out loud.

In the eyes of the two, Lin Fan had been scared silly, to the point that he forgot to dodge and counterattack.

Just at the moment when Wang Laoliu's dagger was about to slice open his throat.

Lin Fan raised his right hand and grabbed Wang Laoliu's knife-holding wrist.

Maintaining his rushing posture, Wang Laoliu froze in place.

The tip of the dagger in his hand was less than a few centimeters away from Lin Fan's Adam's apple.

Wang Laoliu was dumbfounded.

What was going on?

Using all his strength, he tried to push the dagger forward by even a fraction, even a millimeter, but the dagger remained completely motionless.

He wanted to pull back his hand, wanted to retreat, wanted to change his move.

But what he didn't expect was that no matter how hard he exerted himself or how much force he used, that intern didn't even twitch his face once; it seemed as if he hadn't even used his full strength yet.

Even a mercenary capable of lifting a person couldn't possibly be unable to pull his hand back.

How could this brat's strength... be so immense?!

Is this fucking strength something a human can possess?

"Is that it?"

Lin Fan spoke, interrupting Wang Laoliu's movement.

He tilted his head, looked at Wang Laoliu's ghost-seeing expression, and spoke with some disappointment on his face, "I thought a professional assassin who crawled out of a pile of dead bodies could bring me some surprise."

"As a result, just this speed? Old men playing Tai Chi in the park are faster than you."

Every word Lin Fan spoke made Wang Laoliu's complexion turn a fraction paler.

He recalled the nonsense Lin Fan had said earlier.

Heir of Tai Chi.

Could it... could it be true?

"Power rises from the ground, force originates from the spine. Your lower stance is stable, but unfortunately..."

Lin Fan exerted a slight force with his hand, "Your intent is too crude."

Before his voice faded, Lin Fan's wrist shook and twisted!

"Ah!"

Wang Laoliu let out a miserable scream, only feeling a piercing, heart-wrenching pain coming from his wrist. He could no longer hold onto the dagger in his hand, and with a swish, it dropped onto the sandy ground.

Lin Fan grabbed his hand and smoothly pushed forward.

A seemingly weightless palm strike hit Wang Laoliu's chest.

Yet it caused Wang Laoliu to stagger back eight or nine steps and fall flat on his buttocks onto the beach.

The entire reef area fell into dead silence once again.

Only the sound of waves crashing against the reefs and Wang Laoliu's heavy panting remained.

Song Ya stood not far away, her small mouth agape in an O shape, completely dumbfounded.

At that very instant just now, she thought Lin Fan was dead for sure.

But the result...

That fierce-looking assassin was just like that... taken down in one go?

This was simply too... too fantasy-like, right?

Xu Zhixia also stood dazed in place, her fingers supporting herself against the reef turning slightly white from exerting force.

As a doctor, she had an understanding of human body structure and kinesiology that surpassed ordinary people.

She could clearly judge that the instantaneous power and technique erupted by Lin Fan's grab and push just now completely exceeded her cognitive understanding of human physiological limits.

Wang Laoliu sat on the ground, clutching his nearly dislocated wrist, panting heavily in large gulps.

The physical pain was far from comparable to the psychological shock.

Humiliation, terror, bafflement... various emotions intertwined in his mind, finally merging into a single thought.

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

This brat must have used some underhanded trick!

Right! It must be like this!

"You fucking..."

Wang Laoliu couldn't accept this result.

He sprang up from the ground and pounced toward Lin Fan once again!

This time, he abandoned all techniques and used the most primitive and savage fighting style.

He wanted to use his proud physical fitness to tear this preachy, ghost-pretending brat to pieces alive!

Looking at Wang Laoliu charging over again, Lin Fan sneered.

"Still coming?"

"Were you not beaten painfully enough? Or do you not believe in the value of me, this Tai Chi heir?"

"Go to hell..."

Facing Wang Laoliu's desperate struggle, Lin Fan didn't even have the interest to dodge.

Just at the moment when Wang Laoliu's fist was about to smash into his face, Lin Fan's body slightly tilted to the side.

At the same time, he raised his right leg and kicked out at an angle that looked slow but was actually extremely fast.

The target was the knee of Wang Laoliu's left leg supporting his body.

"Snap!"

A sound of bone cracking resounded clearly across the beach.

"Ah...!"

Wang Laoliu let out a shrill, inhuman wail.

His rushing momentum came to an abrupt halt, and his entire body knelt straight down, hugging his left leg and rolling frantically on the sand.

Lin Fan looked at Wang Laoliu wailing on the ground; the battle was already over.

Wang Laoliu's body was still twitching, but his howling gradually grew weaker.

He raised his head and looked at Lin Fan.

That person stood quietly there, without even a trace of disorder in his breathing.

That so-called Tai Chi heir, that listening-to-force, that intent-comes-first... it was all true!

His own proud battlefield experience and life-reliant combat skills were simply inadequate in front of this Tai Chi heir.

If he didn't beg for mercy now, he was afraid he wouldn't even keep his life; the instinct for survival overwhelmed everything.

He turned around, the excruciating pain in his knee causing him to let out another muffled groan.

He couldn't care about that anymore.

He heavily kowtowed toward Lin Fan.

"Thud!"

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

"Master! I was wrong!"

"I am willing to take you as my master, please accept me!"

"Hmm?"