"Though this junior in the mid-stage of Dark Energy possesses extraordinary talent, talent is merely a guarantee for the future. With our peak Huajin stage strength, it's like using a butcher's cleaver to kill a chicken," said Lü Boyun, surprised by Yang Fan's innate talent. However, with his peak Huajin stage strength against a mid-stage Dark Energy junior, he felt no unexpected outcomes would arise.
Du Lü nodded in agreement, stating with confidence, "Don't worry, Ah Er. We will handle Young Master Yun's affairs perfectly."
Ah Er, having received instructions from Young Master Yun, repeatedly reminded the two. "Young Master Yun said this person cannot be underestimated, otherwise he wouldn't have asked you two to come out for this."
"Lastly, he can be killed. If you can't kill him, then just delay him for three hours."
Upon hearing this, the two quickly assured him, "Don't worry. No matter how powerful he is, he's just a junior in the mid-stage of Dark Energy. We guarantee to present that brat's head to Young Master Yun."
Although Ah Er's strength was inferior to theirs, his position as Young Master Yun's personal bodyguard was not something they could offend. Before joining the Zhao family, the two had thoroughly understood and experienced the power of the Zhao family, which was why they chose to pledge their allegiance. If they could seize this opportunity to enter Young Master Yun's good graces, it would be their greatest chance to rise through the ranks.
"Good," Ah Er said, finally feeling a little relieved after the two had taken his words to heart. Lü Boyun and Du Lü were martial artists who had recently joined the Zhao family, both at the peak of the Huajin stage, already considered the strongest openly active individuals. Their goal in joining the Zhao family was naturally to advance further, urgently needing more profound martial arts and expensive cultivation resources to break through the Huajin stage and reach the Gangjin stage.
Meanwhile, Yang Fan, relying on his extraordinary keen intuition, sensed someone spying on him just as he was about to leave. "Come out, you scurrying rats hiding in the shadows," Yang Fan said, his gaze sweeping around, his tone icy. He felt a deep responsibility for Yan Rubing's predicament and vowed he would never forgive himself if something irreversible happened.
A figure attacked directly from above the dark street. Yang Fan looked up sharply, raising his hand, and a wisp of Zixiao internal energy was unleashed with his punch.
"This junior does possess some skill. I underestimated you," Lü Boyun said, stepping back several paces after his attack missed, his eyes filled with surprise. Yang Fan remained silent, his gaze calmly fixed on a dark corner, and he sneered, "Trying to sneak attack again? You failed once, and now you're trying a second time."
"Heh heh heh... I didn't expect to be discovered. You truly are not simple, brat," Du Lü, who had been planning a follow-up strike after Lü Boyun's failed attempt, emerged from the dimness with a sinister chuckle after being detected. Yang Fan's heart sank. From their brief exchange, he knew their strength surpassed his. He hadn't expected two of them to appear at once. However, Yang Fan would not surrender. What was the Huajin stage? He had overcome opponents of higher cultivation before. He looked at the two with disdain, scoffing, "I didn't expect Huajin stage experts to stoop to being someone's lackeys. Tell Zhao Yunhai to hand over Yan Rubing and Mu Xiaoyu, and I can pretend this never happened."
"Brat, you dare to utter Young Master Yun's name directly? You're seeking death!" Lü Boyun's eyes were filled with gloom. This was merely an excuse; what he detested most was being called a lackey.
"Mighty Demon Claw Technique!" Lü Boyun's palms transformed into claws. With each strike, his normally formed hands became terrifyingly demonic under the influence of his internal energy, moving with astonishing speed.
"Divine Gate Fist!" Du Lü also attacked, his fists resonating, their speed slicing through the air, causing bursts of sonic booms. He had no qualms about a fair fight; as long as the mission was completed, he would resort to any means necessary.
Huajin stage practitioners far surpassed Dark Energy practitioners in their application of internal energy, a qualitative difference between the crude and the refined. Yang Fan struggled to counter, but although his internal energy application was somewhat rough, different types of internal energy possessed different powers. Yang Fan had cultivated the supreme martial art, the Zixiao True Method, since childhood. The internal energy generated by this method was far superior to that of ordinary martial arts. Relying on this Zixiao internal energy, Yang Fan, despite appearing to be in a difficult situation, managed to keep the two from overwhelming him for the time being.
"Two Huajin stage experts joining forces against one Dark Energy practitioner. Don't you feel utterly ashamed?" Yang Fan relentlessly provoked them with his words, hoping to ignite their anger and increase his chances.
"Heh heh heh... The brat is clever, but you're still too green to provoke us," Lü Boyun's demonic claws tore through Yang Fan's defense in an instant, leaving bloody claw marks on Yang Fan's arms. Yang Fan gasped in pain, retreating repeatedly, looking at the bloodstains on his arms with a grim expression.
"It seems your master is no ordinary person. The martial arts you cultivate are not for just anyone," Du Lü, though not from a renowned sect, had traveled extensively and possessed a discerning eye. He could tell that if not for the advantage of Yang Fan's martial art, they would have captured him long ago.
"Heh." Yang Fan glanced at the two and turned to leave without hesitation. "If I can't beat you, can't I at least outrun you?" He hadn't expected Zhao Yunhai to hire two martial artists who were likely at the peak of the Huajin stage to deal with him. What a lavish expenditure! As for where the two women had been taken, Yang Fan had found a clue from an object he picked up from the ground. He couldn't afford to waste a single moment.
"You want to leave? Have you asked us first?" Du Lü and Lü Boyun immediately pursued him. However, they had already abandoned the idea of killing him. It was enough to delay him for three hours. Through their recent encounter, they realized this opponent was difficult to kill. Seeing them rush to chase him, Yang Fan's heart stirred. His direction was correct. With this thought, he looked towards his car ahead and directly got inside. It took him only three seconds from entering the car to starting the engine. The two stopped awkwardly, stunned. Driving? Was there no martial ethics?
"Get in," Ah Er said, pulling up beside them in his car. "Alright," the two quickly boarded. Ah Er pursued them with ease, as Yang Fan's escape by car was part of his plan. Ah Er had already prepared a backup.
"The target vehicle will reach its destination in three minutes," Ah Er said, making a phone call to notify the personnel waiting there. Three minutes later, Yang Fan found himself in a car accident. Getting out of the car, he was entangled by the supposed perpetrator.
"Brat, need a ride?" Ah Er stopped in front of Yang Fan, smiling triumphantly. Du Lü and Lü Boyun got out of the car and walked up to Yang Fan, sneering. "Who did you think you were offending by crossing Young Master Yun?" "I suggest you hand over your martial arts to the Zhao family. Perhaps that will save your life."
"Get lost!" Yang Fan's anger surged as he forcefully pushed away the person who had caused the accident. Yang Fan strode forward, approached a motorcycle, and forcefully snatched it, knocking the owner to the ground. Yang Fan twisted the throttle and sped directly towards the onlookers. The crowd instantly parted, creating a path.
"Let's go, the further the better." Ah Er watched Yang Fan leave, then signaled the "perpetrator" to move the damaged cars aside, and drove off in pursuit.
"Hello! Someone caused a hit-and-run. Yes, stole a motorcycle and fled. The license plate number is xxxxxxx." After receiving Ah Er's instructions, the "perpetrator" immediately reported it to the police.