Yang Ling silently muttered the name, "Chen Fan…"
"Yang Ling!!" Chen Fan's eyes were wide with rage, almost bulging out of their sockets. His voice thundered as if it could shatter the heavens. "They were innocent! How could you be so cruel and kill them?" His tone was filled with anger and accusation.
Yang Ling nearly laughed out loud. As the leader of a mercenary group, how many lives had Chen Fan taken? Especially during missions, the Dragon Roar mercenaries were infamous for their brutality. The number of innocent people who died at their hands was countless. Compared to that, Yang Ling suddenly felt ashamed, thinking he hadn't killed nearly enough people.
Chen Fan's furious glare was fixed on Yang Ling, his eyes burning with a fiery intensity. He gritted his teeth and spat out, "I've known what kind of person you are for a long time. I will definitely reveal your ugly true nature to Liu Wan!"
Yang Ling shrugged nonchalantly, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Heh, even if you tell Liu Wan, so what? She might not believe you. After all, compared to you, she's more inclined towards me."
Hearing this, Chen Fan felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his entire body trembling. His face contorted with anger, turning ashen. Unable to contain his fury, he roared, "You're asking for death!" With a bellow, he swung his arm, his fist clenched tightly, aiming a ferocious punch at Yang Ling.
His fist cut through the air like a meteor, producing a dragon's roar as it moved. The punch seemed to contain infinite power, distorting the surrounding space.
Golden light flickered on his fist, with wisps of spirit energy swirling around it, making it look like an unparalleled divine weapon. The punch exuded an overwhelming aura, as if it could tear through the void and shatter the sky!
Chen Fan felt an immense confidence surging within him. He believed that this punch would definitely crush Yang Ling, leaving him defenseless. He imagined Yang Ling being knocked back by his punch, spitting blood, and looking utterly wretched.
Thinking of this, a smug smile appeared on Chen Fan's face. He accelerated, putting all his strength into his punch, driving it towards Yang Ling. The punch carried the momentum of a mountain, intending to obliterate everything in its path.
"This punch will make you pay!" Chen Fan thought to himself, already envisioning Yang Ling's downfall.
However, just as his fist was about to connect with Yang Ling, Yang Ling casually reached out, effortlessly catching Chen Fan's attack.
"What?!" Chen Fan's pupils contracted in disbelief. He felt his fist being stopped by an unyielding yet gentle force, rendering it immobile.
"Impossible!" Chen Fan shouted. No one had ever been able to take his punch so easily, and even if they did, it wouldn't be as effortlessly as Yang Ling did.
Yang Ling, with a faint smile, looked at Chen Fan and said, "Chen Fan, your strength is far from enough." His voice was calm and cold, as if mocking Chen Fan's overestimation of his abilities.
"You bastard!" Chen Fan seethed with rage, struggling to pull back his fist, but found his strength insignificant before Yang Ling.
Yang Ling released Chen Fan's hand, a faint smile on his face. Suddenly, he swung a swift and simple punch at Chen Fan. There was no spirit energy in it, but it was as fast as lightning. Chen Fan quickly crossed his arms to guard his chest, but the next second, he felt an overwhelming force.
"Bang!"
Chen Fan maintained his defensive stance, but was forced back several steps. He thought, "This is impossible, this can't be Yang Ling's power!"
He loudly questioned, "Yang Ling, how do you have such strength? Didn't you never learn martial arts?"
Yang Ling chuckled lightly and said, "When did I say I never learned martial arts?"
Before his words could settle, Yang Ling's figure vanished like a phantom. In an instant, he reappeared in front of Chen Fan, pressing his black-gloved right hand against Chen Fan's face. With a swift motion, he hurled Chen Fan away like discarded trash. "Boom!" With a tremendous crash, Chen Fan smashed into the wall, causing a thunderous noise. The wall cracked like a spider web, with Chen Fan at the center. He lay there, stunned, thinking, "Why is Yang Ling so strong?"
Suddenly, as if recalling something, Chen Fan's eyes widened, filled with rage. He shouted, "There was never a guardian, was there? The reason the Golden Ape was gravely injured was all because of you, Yang Ling!"
Facing Chen Fan's fierce accusation, Yang Ling merely smirked and replied coldly, "There was never a guardian. It was all your baseless speculation."
Chen Fan, now fuming, couldn't accept this reality and yelled, "I don't believe you!" He charged at Yang Ling like a wild beast, his fists clenched tightly, channeling all his fury and strength into his attack.
"Ascending Dragon Fist!" Chen Fan roared, his fist's golden spirit energy forming the head of a dragon, aiming straight for Yang Ling's head, seemingly to take him down with one blow.
But Yang Ling's right hand glowed with blue spirit energy, firmly stopping Chen Fan's fist. Simultaneously, Yang Ling's left hand struck Chen Fan's abdomen with rapid punches.
"Thud!" Chen Fan doubled over like a shrimp, and before he could react, Yang Ling's second punch landed on the same spot. "Thud!" This punch was even fiercer, sending Chen Fan flying back like a kite with a broken string. Yang Ling released Chen Fan's fist, watching him coldly. As Chen Fan struggled to get up, Yang Ling sensed a breakthrough. Could it be that the favored child of destiny would have a breakthrough in the heat of battle?
Sure enough, Chen Fan shouted, "Second Seal, Release!"
"Ding dong, warning, Chen Fan has unlocked the Golden Dragon Seal, Chen Fan's combat power +2000!"
[Chen Fan]
Identity: Favored Child of Destiny, Mercenary Group Leader, "Dragon God" Dragon King, Dragon God's Disciple, Rising Entrepreneur, Security Chief of Liu Group
Age: 20
Luck Value: 46000
Realm: Grandmaster (True Combat Power: Mid-stage Great Grandmaster)
Combat Power: 4800 (Ordinary Grandmaster: 1000) (With unknown trump cards: 8000)
"He actually gained two thousand! To think that the Golden Ape only got a mere 200..." Yang Ling raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"The reasons are different~" the system explained. "The Golden Ape's breakthrough was temporary; Chen Fan was already on the verge of breaking through, just missing an opportunity. Today's fierce battle with you became his catalyst!"
Instantly, Chen Fan's entire body emitted a dazzling golden light, resembling a radiant sun, making it hard to look directly at him. At the same time, a faint five-clawed golden dragon shadow emerged behind him, spiraling around him at an astonishing speed. At this moment, Chen Fan appeared majestic, like a war god descended to the world, exuding an invincible aura.
Without hesitation, Chen Fan launched his right fist again, using his renowned "Ascending Dragon Fist"! As the punch was thrown, the void rippled, and a massive, radiant golden dragon head surged forth, carrying destructive power towards Yang Ling.
Facing such a ferocious attack, Yang Ling remained composed. He extended his hand calmly, effortlessly catching Chen Fan's mighty punch. To onlookers, Yang Ling appeared relaxed and at ease; however, only he knew the true power behind that punch, which had increased at least threefold compared to before. Yang Ling thought, "This person truly lives up to being a child of great destiny. His power grows at an alarming rate, incredibly terrifying! Though he's still not my match, given time, he'll become a significant threat..."
Realizing the potential danger, Yang Ling's eyes flashed with a hint of killing intent.
Having easily caught Chen Fan's full-force punch, Yang Ling showed no surprise or panic, instead, he looked at him coldly, speaking in a calm voice, "Since you've used your technique, it's only fair for me to do the same."
With that, Yang Ling's entire aura surged, his clenched fist glowing brightly. Upon closer inspection, the blue spirit energy on his fist was fiercely burning like ghostly blue flames.
As Yang Ling whispered, "Heavenly Demon's Wrath!" an indescribable oppressive force erupted from his body, shaking the heavens and earth. The surrounding air seemed to freeze under this terrifying power, targeting Chen Fan directly. His face turned pale with disbelief. Clearly, he hadn't expected Yang Ling to have such a powerful technique…
Yang Ling's punch struck Chen Fan's chest like lightning, accompanied by a bone-cracking sound and a chilling scream. Chen Fan's body flew backward, crashing into the wall. This time, the wall didn't just crack; it was completely shattered. The area around where Chen Fan landed was a scene of utter devastation, resembling the aftermath of a tank blast, shockingly destructive.
Chen Fan lay motionless on the ground, his fate uncertain. Yang Ling looked on coldly, knowing that this was only a fraction of the "Heavenly Demon's Wrath." If he reached the limit of his injuries, the technique's power would be even more terrifying. Seeing Chen Fan already unconscious, Yang Ling chose not to continue the assault. "I thought you'd give me more of a challenge, favored child of destiny…" With that, Yang Ling turned and left, ignoring Chen Fan.
"Congratulations, host. You successfully defeated Chen Fan, causing him to lose confidence. Chen Fan's Luck Value -4000. Host gains +400 Villain Points."