"What?"
Zhang Wudao's expression changed drastically, his scalp tingling.
He hadn't expected Chu Fan to still be alive.
As a powerful figure beyond the Grandmaster realm, Zhang Wudao reacted swiftly, retreating the moment he heard Chu Fan's voice.
He knew now that he wasn't the one calculating against Chu Fan, but Chu Fan was calculating against him.
When he appeared here and couldn't find the hidden him, Chu Fan had quickly planned everything, using feigned death as a lure to successfully draw him out.
This was far from simple.
Zhang Wudao realized he had ultimately underestimated this young man.
Even though Zhang Wudao, who was difficult for Chu Fan to find, sensed something was wrong and retreated with great speed.
However, facing Chu Fan, who was feigning death and waiting for an opportunity, even with his speed, he was still a step too slow.
The nine people who had retreated to the surroundings, the moment they sensed something amiss, heard a muffled sound from the deep pit, and then Zhang Wudao was sent flying into the air.
*Pfft...*
As Zhang Wudao landed, he spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground.
"What?"
Huang Ming and the other nine were stunned.
As they were wondering what had happened, Chu Fan walked out of the deep pit step by step and onto the ground.
Although he appeared somewhat disheveled, his intangible aura was as oppressive as a giant mountain, pressing down on their minds.
As the patriarch of a martial arts family, it was unimaginable how Chu Fan remained unharmed amidst the earlier violent attacks.
"Flee!"
Zhang Wudao's eyes flickered, and without hesitation, he turned to run.
Just one strike from Chu Fan had told him that his strength far surpassed his own.
If he hadn't been injured, he might have been able to contend with Chu Fan.
But already severely wounded, and now critically re-injured, he was no match for Chu Fan.
"Can you run?"
Chu Fan's cold whisper echoed through the mountain hollow.
After expending so much time and effort, enduring beatings from Huang Ming and the others, how could he possibly let Zhang Wudao escape again?
The wind howled.
Chu Fan became a blur of afterimages, overtaking Zhang Wudao at a visible speed, and kicked him back towards the edge of the deep pit.
*Pfft...*
As Zhang Wudao landed, he tried to get up again, spitting another mouthful of blood. His face first turned red, then pale.
"What are you standing there for? Attack me!"
With an angry roar, Huang Ming and the nine others charged at Chu Fan with killing intent.
"Hmph!"
"You court death!"
"Do you really think you're so powerful?"
Chu Fan's eyes flashed with cold light as he unleashed his full strength to counter.
Previously, to lure Zhang Wudao out, he had to suppress his own power, even forcing himself to spit blood. This was the first time he had been so disheveled in six years.
True Grandmasters were no match for Chu Fan, not even for a single move.
Let alone these individuals whose power was forcibly boosted through some secret technique. Facing Chu Fan, who had no intention of delaying any further, they were like wild grass beneath a sickle.
A phantom flickered.
When Chu Fan stood before Huang Ming, with his hand gripping the latter's neck, the other eight people fell to the ground one after another.
"You didn't cherish the chance I gave you to live, so I can't be polite!"
*Crack...*
A crisp sound echoed. Huang Ming's widened eyes were filled with unwillingness and resentment, his pupils gradually dilating.
If it weren't for the more important Zhang Wudao to deal with, and facing Huang Ming, who had attacked him the most, Chu Fan would never have let him die so easily.
Seeing his reinforcements so swiftly annihilated, Zhang Wudao, at the edge of the deep pit, wore a very complex expression on his face.
There was regret, annoyance at his carelessness, and the realization that his scheme against Chu Fan had backfired.
There was shock, at how much stronger Chu Fan's power was than he had imagined.
According to his initial plan, Zhang Wudao believed that even if Huang Ming and the nine others were no match for Chu Fan, they could at least fight him to a draw. Then, he would step in when Chu Fan's strength was depleted, and he was sure to kill him.
He never expected that these nine people would be so vulnerable against Chu Fan.
As Chu Fan approached him, Zhang Wudao took a deep breath to suppress the stinging in his chest. He stood up, brushed the dust off his sleeves, and said, "Kid, it seems I've still underestimated you."
"But, no matter how strong you are, you won't be able to keep me today!"
As he spoke, he quickly tapped several acupoints on his body.
Knowing he was no match for Chu Fan, he could only use a secret technique to stimulate his potential, briefly achieving peak power, and then force Chu Fan back to escape.
Under normal circumstances, Chu Fan should have rushed forward to stop him.
However, he did not intervene.
Since Zhang Wudao was so confident, and had appeared before him, did he still think he could escape?
He would let him know that any struggle was futile in the face of absolute power.
Ten seconds later, Zhang Wudao's aura was radiating powerfully, a genuine Great Grandmaster.
"Bring out whatever killing moves you have!"
"I will show you the gap between us."
Chu Fan uttered these words with extreme arrogance.
Zhang Wudao's expression turned grim. He spun on his heel and charged at Chu Fan.
So what if he was a Great Grandmaster?
Chu Fan still didn't take him seriously.
However, Chu Fan did not defeat Zhang Wudao immediately.
He wanted to drive Zhang Wudao to despair.
Therefore, when Zhang Wudao, after repeated attacks, tried to flee, Chu Fan always intercepted him with even greater speed, leaving him in despair, making escape impossible.
After several failed attempts to break through Chu Fan's blockade, Zhang Wudao finally went mad. He no longer thought about escaping and instead launched a frenzied assault on Chu Fan.
The trap was set.
Zhang Wudao's intention was simple: even if he died, he wouldn't let Chu Fan have an easy time.
The fight, more spectacular than any movie scene, was destined to have no audience.
Five minutes passed, and they exchanged over a hundred blows.
The stimulation of Zhang Wudao's secret technique had a clear time limit. As he roared and lunged at Chu Fan like a madman, the time limit was reached. Blood mist suddenly erupted from his body, and he then collapsed onto the ground.
Chu Fan calmly walked to Zhang Wudao's side and stomped heavily on his abdomen.
"Ah..."
A piercing scream echoed through the mountain hollow. Zhang Wudao had been crippled by Chu Fan.
"Kid, even if I die, you won't get any information from me!"
Zhang Wudao, completely driven to madness, knew that Chu Fan desperately wanted to extract information from him.
He had always been ruthless towards his enemies.
Even in death, he would not let Chu Fan get his way.
"Heh..."
Chu Fan let out a cold, disdainful laugh.
"I don't give information to the dead, and they never die."
With that said, Chu Fan, not giving Zhang Wudao any chance to struggle, flicked his finger. A stream of energy shot towards Zhang Wudao's chest.
Zhang Wudao's entire body trembled, as if electrocuted. He froze in place.
Chu Fan bent down, lifted the completely incapacitated Zhang Wudao from the ground, and carried him into the woods.
Zhang Wudao possessed a wealth of information that Chu Fan wanted to know, and he intended to have a good talk with him.
Finding a secluded spot, Chu Fan began his interrogation method, a method known only to himself in the entire world.
Zhang Wudao was tight-lipped, but under this unique interrogation method, whether to speak or not was no longer his decision to make.
At the same time.
Below the Tianfan Pharmaceutical building.
A car suddenly stopped.