bookcurios Chapter 120 Fighting
Chapter 120 Fighting
Chapter 120 Fierce Battle
"It's safe! It's safe!"
Ji Wuyou was overjoyed to see that the Poison King Lao San was exceptionally skilled.
Ji Wuyou thought she could finally get a good night's sleep and wake up naturally.
Then, when I woke up, I heard the news that Lin Fan had died.
I'm getting a little excited just thinking about it.
Ji Wuyou turned the car around and drove back to his villa.
Meanwhile, the third drug kingpin hurried up the tree-lined path.
At the end of the one-way street, the third drug kingpin turned right and saw villa number 001 a hundred meters away.
"Damn, that's really impressive!" the Poison King cursed, taking a step forward.
"Planning a night raid?"
The Poison King's gaze slid to his right shoulder, where a large hand was gripping it. Turning his head, he saw a scarred face with wide, angry eyes.
This person was none other than Liang Sanhu.
"Don't you dare meddle in other people's business, or I'll kill you!" After saying that, the Poison King grabbed Liang Sanhu's hand and was about to throw him over his shoulder.
The Poison King exerted all his strength, but Liang Sanhu remained completely unmoved.
"What do you think you're doing, you little thief?" Liang Sanhu roared.
The Poison King frowned, assuming that his opponent was also a martial artist, and that his strength was no less than his own.
"Are you Lin Fan's bodyguard?" the Poison King asked.
Liang Sanhu sneered: "Think what you want, you're going to die here anyway!"
"I was wondering how a piece of trash like Lin Fan could possibly hurt Fourth Brother. Turns out he hired a martial arts expert as a bodyguard!"
After speaking, the Poison King bent down, broke free of his restraints, and then turned to face Liang Sanhu.
"Nonsense!" Liang Sanhu struck the Poison King directly in the chest with a palm strike.
The Poison King tried to deflect the attack by covering his chest with both hands, but he still took the hit squarely.
One is a seasoned martial artist from the Nine Netherworlds, and the other is a newly promoted martial artist from the modern world. The difference in strength and skill is immediately apparent.
"Pfft!" The Poison King was struck so hard that he spat out blood, staggered back a few steps, and knelt on the ground.
"Hmph! I thought he was some formidable character, but he's just a petty thief." Liang Sanhu glanced at him disdainfully. He then unleashed another palm strike at the Poison King, determined to take his life.
Liang Sanhu's palm strike was unstoppable, heading straight for the opponent's face.
Seeing that he had nowhere to retreat, the Poison King stepped forward and met Liang Sanhu's palm strike face to face. At the same time, he took out a poison needle from his pocket and stabbed it into Liang Sanhu's thigh.
"Fourth brother, I've avenged you!"
"Hahaha--"
The Poison King laughed loudly and knelt down on the ground.
"Overestimating yourself!" Liang Sanhu glanced contemptuously at the Poison King's corpse, then turned and walked towards the guard post.
Liang Sanhu was sweating profusely after walking just a dozen meters.
Once inside the guard post and seated down, he discovered the three poisoned needles lodged in his thigh.
Liang Sanhu pulled out the poisoned needle and tore a rip in his pants, discovering that the skin where the needle had been inserted had turned black in large patches.
“Thieves always resort to underhanded tricks,” Liang Sanhu said with a relieved smile.
Upon seeing the symptoms, Liang Sanhu immediately recognized that this was the Jiuyou witchcraft poison needle; those who were affected would die within half an hour from the poison attacking their heart.
He had fought against enemy troops who used this dirty trick before, and back then there were military doctors who could treat it, but now he could only sacrifice his leg to save his life.
"Who am I, Liang Sanhu? I am the great general protecting the nation of Liang Kingdom in the Nine Netherworld! I fear neither life nor death. If you want my leg, I'll give it to you!" Liang Sanhu shouted, and was about to use his hand as a knife to cut off his thigh.
Just as Liang Sanhu raised his knife to strike, a large hand grabbed his wrist.
"Don't be impulsive, I'll treat you!"
Liang Sanhu was startled to see Lin Fan standing beside him.
Lin Fan wanted to explain things to Liang Sanhu again, but unexpectedly stumbled upon this scene.
"How can you cure it? Curing this witchcraft needle requires spiritual energy. It's not worth risking your life for a leg!" Liang Sanhu said, about to chop off the leg again, but Lin Fan stopped him.
"If I say it can be cured, then it can be cured!" Lin Fan's eyebrows shot up, his tone leaving no room for doubt, and he pulled Liang Sanhu out of the guard post.
As soon as he stepped out of the guard post, Lin Fan gathered his energy and focused his mind, opening his Qi Sea and channeling his spiritual energy into his palm.
"The Sixth Technique of Ancient Medicine: Controlling Qi to Heal Poisons!"
A green vortex swirled around Lin Fan's palm, and the next moment, Lin Fan placed his palm directly on Liang Sanhu's affected area.
A second later, Liang Sanhu's wound discharged pus and healed.
The moment Lin Fan healed Liang Sanhu, he sent Liang Sanhu flying dozens of meters away.
At the same moment, a muffled thunderclap sounded, dark clouds covered the sky above Lin Fan, a red light illuminated the horizon, and then crimson lightning arrived as expected, striking Lin Fan rapidly.
"Shh!"
"Boom!"
The blood lightning shattered the ground beneath Lin Fan's feet, sending up a plume of thick smoke.
Liang Sanhu then realized that Lin Fan had knocked him away to save him from the Blood Lightning calamity.
"Lin Fan!" Liang Sanhu cried out in anguish, tears welling up in the eyes of this dignified man.
He never expected that Lin Fan would be willing to pay the price of his life so that he could have all four limbs intact.
"Don't worry, Lin Fan, I will take good care of your family!" Liang Sanhu looked up at the sky, and then was about to kneel down in the direction of the smoke.
"Hey! What nonsense are you talking about? My wife doesn't need your care."
Lin Fan quickly helped Liang Sanhu up from behind, saying, "A man's knees are worth more than gold!"
"Lin Fan!" Liang Sanhu exclaimed excitedly, "How come you're not dead?"
"Hahaha, are you trying to kill me with those words?" Lin Fan joked.
Liang Sanhu quickly waved his hands: "No, no, no, how could that be? What I meant was—"
"I understand." Lin Fan smiled and patted Liang Sanhu on the shoulder.
"But, how, how, how is this possible?" Liang Sanhu looked at Lin Fan in surprise, his words starting to stutter.
Lin Fan explained, "I withstood a blood lightning bolt once before, and that's when I discovered that the speed of the blood lightning bolt can actually be dodged."
"But to my surprise, the power of this blood lightning has increased significantly, and its speed is several times faster."
"It seems that the blood lightning is not static, but is closely related to the spiritual energy used in the techniques and methods that trigger it."
Lin Fan thought to himself: Last time, it was just a weak spiritual energy released by Lian Jiulong when he had just entered the realm of martial arts, but the blood lightning that it triggered almost killed him. If he hadn't dodged this time, he would probably have died on the spot.
"This is just medical skill; the amount of spiritual energy I use is far less than that of a cultivation technique. If I were to use even a move or two of a cultivation technique, I would die instantly," Lin Fan said with a smile, touching his neck.
Liang Sanhu sized Lin Fan up and down, curious about who he was. He was even more curious about how Lin Fan had dodged the blood lightning.
Liang Sanhu knew that he absolutely could not dodge the speed of that blood lightning just now, and he would have to rely on releasing his spiritual energy to dodge it.
However, Lin Fan did not release a single trace of spiritual energy, relying solely on his physical speed to dodge the blood lightning.
Liang Sanhu was puzzled. Logically speaking, whether they were people from the Nine Netherworlds or newly promoted martial artists in the present world, their ability limit in this world was only the Transcendent Realm, at most the ninth level.
Liang Sanhu can only demonstrate the strength of the ninth level of the Transcendent Realm. Could it be that Lin Fan has some special abilities?
"I remember, the intensity of blood lightning is related to the intensity of the spiritual energy that triggers it," Lin Fan reminded him.