"Hahaha!"
Ye Sheng did not get angry but laughed instead upon hearing this. It had been a long time since he had met someone so arrogant!
He said he would deal with himself?
"Luosheng, is your friend mentally challenged?"
Chu Feng and the others furrowed their brows even more upon hearing this.
If it weren't for the inappropriate timing, he would have definitely mocked Chen Fan for his overestimation of his own abilities!
To boast in front of Ye Sheng, wasn't that like showing off in front of Guan Gong?
Was he afraid he wouldn't die a more embarrassing death later?
As everyone's thoughts raced,
Chen Fan slowly took a step forward, "I'll let you make the first move."
"It wasn't easy getting here, so I'll give you some sense of participation."
Luosheng's temples twitched fiercely.
Brother Fan.
You've participated, but you'll lose your life!
And is this the time for you to provoke him?!
Ye Sheng's expression truly changed upon hearing Chen Fan's arrogant words. He sneered, "Since you are determined to die, I will fulfill your wish!"
Ye Sheng had no traces of the arrogance of those martial artists.
He preferred to be the one who bullied the weak!
In battle, all politeness and righteousness were things he disdained.
Since he was going to kill, why waste time talking!
He suddenly channeled his energy and struck out fiercely, his fist smashing towards Chen Fan's face—
Even from a distance, one could feel the power of Ye Sheng's punch!
Even the wind and sand in the mountains parted way for his fist wind.
Everyone could almost imagine the tragic state of Chen Fan in the next moment, but—
He dodged it!
The sharp fist wind was about to land in front of him, but at the critical moment, Ye Sheng sidestepped and evaded it!
Let alone the enforcers, even Ye Sheng was shocked and stood frozen in place.
How was this possible!
Why wasn't he locked onto by himself!
He had clearly not held back any strength in this punch. Even if Cheng Ji were here today, he probably wouldn't have been able to dodge it without a scratch!
Chen Fan acted as if he hadn't seen everyone's stunned expressions. He tidied his clothes and nodded at Ye Sheng, "Do you have a sense of participation now?"
Ye Sheng's face grew even uglier. "Kid! Don't be too arrogant, that was just luck just now!"
Chen Fan chuckled and calmly walked to Ye Sheng's front, "You didn't eat the roasted meat too long ago, did you?"
"What do you mean?"
Chen Fan shook his head with some regret. "Nothing, it's just that the scene might be a bit disgusting later."
Luosheng really wanted to drag Chen Fan back and give him a good wake-up call!
He was too proud!
He was too conceited!
He, a fortune teller, had just predicted the position of Ye Sheng's punch, and he even acknowledged his own lucky strength!
Dodging it didn't mean he could win, Brother Fan!
However—
The next moment, Chen Fan moved!
The same move, the same attack speed, the same momentum, the same—
"Bang."
The difference was that Chen Fan's punch landed squarely on Ye Sheng's abdomen.
Ugh!
Luosheng saw him vomit a ground full of sour, stinking half-digested roasted meat and turned his head away in discomfort.
This was more than a little disgusting, it was simply—
Luosheng was stunned. At this moment, he had no other thoughts. He stared blankly at Chen Fan, who stood against the wind not far away—
He had just hit Ye Sheng?!
And…
Luosheng stiffly turned his head and looked at Ye Sheng, who was slumped on the ground with a pale and ugly face, unable to recover.
Chen Fan was a—
Fortune teller with the strength of a bull?
Let alone Luosheng, even Chu Feng and his group thought the same.
When Chen Fan made his move just now, there wasn't the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy throughout his body.
He didn't look like a cultivator at all.
In everyone's eyes, Chen Fan had merely used brute force with this punch.
But only Ye Sheng, who was slumped on the ground with his internal organs squeezed together in pain, knew.
Chen Fan's strength was far superior to his own.
A punch without any ripple could effortlessly break through his protective energy?
Among all the people he had encountered in Europe, he hadn't found such an opponent!
"Can we leave now?"
Chen Fan asked Ye Sheng this question.
But Ye Sheng was in too much pain to speak.
Chen Fan compromised and nodded, "Alright, I won't force you to speak."
Saying this, he stepped past Ye Sheng on the ground and walked away.
After only a few steps, Chen Fan frowned and turned back, looking at the enforcers who remained motionless and said in confusion, "What are you waiting for?"
Luosheng gave a dry chuckle: Waiting to digest.
He walked to Chen Fan's side in a few steps, his attitude full of curiosity. "Brother Fan, how long did you practice that move just now?"
Chen Fan paused. "Just messing around."
Luosheng was stunned—
He felt impressed.
Chu Feng coughed lightly. "I admit you have some skill, but this kind of flashy footwork is nothing in front of a true master."
"It was Ye Sheng being careless that allowed you to trick him."
"If it wasn't just him appearing here today, you wouldn't even know how you died!"
Chen Fan couldn't be bothered to explain. He nodded perfunctorily and let him speak.
After the incident with Ye Sheng, they walked a smooth mountain path.
Perhaps because Chen Fan's speed was too fast and his demeanor too relaxed, it stirred the unyielding spirit of the enforcers, and they all gritted their teeth to keep up with his pace.
As a result, when they reached the seaport, they were more than an hour earlier than expected.
Chu Feng instructed the technicians to start contacting the companies transporting the goods, while the others rested on the spot and awaited further orders.
Chen Fan leaned against a wind-worn stone, which shielded him from a lot of the swirling sand.