"Damn it, you dare mess with us? You idiot, I'll cut you down!" Jackson Fan was completely enraged. This time, he didn't use his poison palm but switched to his blade. While his poison palm was his own creation, the true foundation of the Fan Family's power in Harbor City lay in their hereditary sword style—especially their sword formation. Not only was it brutally powerful, but when the brothers combined their skills, their attacks were as swift and graceful as flowing water.
As Jackson Fan charged in, his two brothers instantly raised their swords to coordinate. Together, the three formed a deadly Killing Sword Array. In a flash, their swordplay darted about like three giant snakes, striking from different angles and targeting vital points—all aimed at Frank Qin. Yet Frank Qin didn’t move at all, still standing there dumbly in his torn clothes. In just the blink of an eye, he was completely trapped inside the sword array.
"This is bad. That guy’s crazy strong and immune to poison, but he clearly doesn’t understand sword formations. Now he’s trapped—he’s in real trouble."
"This Killing Sword Array must be the brothers’ most ruthless formation. I heard more people have died in it than any other—plenty of experts, too!"
"Not just experts! Last time I went hiking, I happened to see these three practicing this array. Guess what? They actually trapped a three-meter-tall killer bear inside, and within minutes, sliced it up like chopping veggies—left nothing but a pile of bones..."
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At that, everyone present turned pale. This big guy might be freakishly strong, packing brute force and even some innate-level power, but compared to a three-meter killer bear, he's still a bit lacking.
With the Killing Sword Array unleashed, the school’s stone paving was torn up piece by piece, and deep sword scars appeared on the surrounding trees and buildings. No one dared approach—even seasoned martial artists backed off from this slaughterhouse scene.
Clearly, this is why the Fan Family can act so arrogant. In this world, beyond the law on the surface, true strength decides everything.
Under the madness of this sword array, even Frank Qin—hailed as an ‘innate-level expert’—seemed to be struggling. He instinctively shielded his eyes with both hands; his clothes were already torn, and even his skin looked split and gashed.
People around were sweating cold bullets—this was just too horrifying to watch. It was basically like a live execution by a thousand cuts, like tossing someone into a meat grinder.
"Bro, I don’t think he’s gonna make it. Should I go help him?" Jason Lin rushed over to Ryan Ling anxiously, somehow having gotten his hands on a gun.
"Don’t go, Jason! It’s way too dangerous for you right now. He can handle it, no problem!" Ryan Ling said, totally unfazed.
"Bro, don’t be so confident. Anything can happen! Your guy’s tough, sure, but with a sword array this fierce, even if he doesn’t get hacked to death, he’ll bleed out!" Jason Lin was getting more and more anxious.
"Don’t worry, he doesn’t have blood!" Ryan Ling blurted out, then immediately realized he’d slipped and corrected himself: "Uh, that guy’s cultivation is weird—he doesn’t need much blood!"
"Not needing much is still not enough! He’s still human, right? As your bro, I gotta help! Even if I die charging in, I’ll take one for the team—let me go!" Jason Lin gritted his teeth and shouted. True big brother vibes—he still felt guilty for not protecting everyone earlier.
"Seriously, Jason, you don’t need to—he’s not even..." Faced with Jason’s blazing enthusiasm, Ryan Ling couldn’t finish the sentence. He quickly shouted toward Frank Qin: "Enough, quit messing around—finish this quick!"
Everyone froze at that—especially the martial artists, who stared at each other. Wait, what? This guy’s been playing around the whole time?
That’s just way too over the top!
Even Jackson Fan and the others were stunned, but they’d already pushed the array to its absolute limit. Under these conditions, how could anyone possibly fight back—or just keep taking hits? The guy’s skin and flesh were scattered everywhere. Didn’t he feel pain?
Jackson Fan couldn’t believe it. He shouted, "Brothers, don’t let that punk mess with your heads! He’s just trying to confuse us with mind tricks. That guy’s almost done for—let’s give it everything we’ve got and strip the flesh off him until there’s nothing left but bones!"
Tyson Fan and Leo Fan always listened to their big brother. The three of them joined forces again, pushing the Killing Sword Array to its absolute peak. Foaming at the mouth like they were on a wild high, each one looked like he’d hit his limit.
Every teacher, student, and martial artist nearby looked absolutely horrified. Tons of students started screaming—this scene was just next-level terrifying.
Even the martial arts elders nearby couldn’t help but break out in cold sweat. You had to admit—the three Fan brothers had inherited their ancestors’ sword skills perfectly, and even gone beyond. The Killing Sword Array was nearly flawless; anyone who set foot inside would be shredded to pieces.
If you say the guy trapped inside is just playing around, you’re lying to yourself!
The martial arts elders all shook their heads—they clearly believed the Fan brothers would win in the end.
And that guy in the middle? His skin and flesh had been sliced off in piles—how could any normal person possibly fight back?
But then, something bizarre happened. That "big guy" suddenly turned around, thrust both hands forward, and bounced straight toward the three Fan brothers with shocking strength.
"Is that even human?" The martial artists nearby were dumbstruck, all looking to the elders for answers—after all, they’d just decided that guy was finished.
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The martial arts elders instantly flushed red, shocked beyond belief, brains full of question marks. Was this even human? He’d just had dozens of pounds of flesh sliced off, but acted like nothing happened. And the formerly fat, greasy body was now leaner and even a bit handsome.
A young female martial artist nearby suddenly blurted out, "Wait, was this senior just standing there because he wanted to use the Fan brothers’ sword array for a free weight-loss and body sculpting session?"
"Pfft!" Hearing that, several onlookers spit out their Coke, Sprite, and lemonade. Who could come up with something that wild? Genius.
"What nonsense! Get outta here!" A traditional martial arts elder immediately blew his beard and glared. It was an insult to a peerless expert—but honestly, looking at that guy’s smug face, there wasn’t a better explanation.
But to be so chill and so weird about it, how strong did this "big guy" have to be?
Right then, the Fan brothers—who’d seemed certain to win—instantly lost the upper hand. Frank Qin, all by himself, swung his huge hand, and the previously unstoppable Killing Sword Array shattered in a single blow.
And with just that one move, Tyson Fan and Leo Fan were blasted away by an invisible shockwave. Jackson Fan was still standing, but his shirt was in tatters, his pants full of holes, and a gigantic pair of bright red underpants on full display.
"Holy crap, a—a monster!" Jackson Fan was just like his son earlier, so scared he started crying.
It was like they weren’t even in the same league—like a god schooling a bunch of clueless mortals.
"Tsk, way too weak! Compared to our Lord, you guys are nothing!" Frank Qin shook his head, then looked obediently to Ryan Ling, clearly waiting for orders.
All the martial artists around gulped hard. For someone that godlike to listen so obediently to Ryan Ling? Ryan was way too unfathomable now—everyone started digging into his background. At this point, nobody believed he was just a regular guy.
A whole crowd of martial artists—even the white-bearded elders—started looking at Ryan Ling with burning desire. Clearly, they were all ready to shamelessly beg to become his disciples, just like Yuan Zhengang.
But just as the dust was settling, a voice like a duck squawked out: "The Fan Family’s Third Old Master is here—who dares cause trouble in Harbor City?"
Everyone froze, then their faces changed instantly.
"Wait, isn’t that old monster supposed to be dead? How’s he alive again?"
"He went down to the underworld, made the King of Hell his grandpa, and got sent back!"
Ryan Ling was speechless, almost spat blood. Who the hell was this shameless guy, showing up to call himself his son?