Seeing this scene, Ryan Ling instinctively took a step back. Percy Fan's eyes were like venomous snakes—cold, sharp, and dripping with malice. Even with the Iron Body Talisman still stuck to his skin, Ryan felt a chill run down his spine under that freaky gaze, and his heart was pounding out of control before he even realized it.
At that moment, Ryan suddenly remembered what Jason Lin had warned him—Percy Fan was a master of soul-snatching arts. Just one glare from those eyes and your whole body feels a kind of indescribable torment.
"What's wrong? Hey tough guy, don't back away now! Weren't you all badass just a minute ago? Why can't you even look me in the eye anymore?" Percy Fan flashed a sinister smile, his eyes gleaming with a weird light—he looked less like a living person and more like something straight out of a nightmare.
"Third Old Master, this kid's got some skills, sure, but compared to that zombie from before, he's way outclassed. Let's just finish him off with one push!"
"Right, Third Old Master, this punk is the cockiest of them all. He even wanted to wipe out your bloodline, cut off your descendants! Now that he's lost his zombie bodyguard, he's got no swagger left. Let's kill him and show everyone what happens when you mess with the Fan Family!"
Off to the side, Jackson Fan and Frank Fan were egging each other on, clearly hating Ryan Ling to the bone—they couldn't wait to see him dead.
"Relax, this kid isn't getting past me. I've already seen through all his tricks!" Percy Fan gave another creepy smile, like he had x-ray vision—one look and he could see right through Ryan Ling's Iron Body Talisman.
In that instant, Ryan felt another chill down his spine and instinctively took another step back.
He never imagined the Fan Family would have someone this insanely strong hidden away.
"System, you there?" In this critical moment, Ryan Ling immediately called out for the System. Sure, it was greedy as hell, but when things got dicey, it was still his best shot.