“Who the hell is this old guy?” Ryan Ling stared in surprise at the so-called Third Old Master who’d suddenly appeared. The old man looked frail, lying on a bamboo recliner, but Ryan’s sharp senses told him he was anything but ordinary. That weird, chilling yin energy made it feel like he wasn’t even alive.
Even Qin Feng, who’d been dominating the fight, looked taken aback. He gritted his teeth and instinctively backed away.
Jason Lin, who’d seen his share of weird stuff, quickly explained, “That old guy’s Percy Fan—the Fan Family’s old ancestor. He’s super creepy and obsessed with all kinds of toxic poisons. Jackson Fan’s poison palm? He learned it from Percy. But none of that’s the real issue—the scary part is, Percy Fan has one thing that’s absolutely terrifying!”
“How’s he so terrifying?” Ryan was already sensing something was off—the moment this old freak showed up, the whole vibe changed.
“His martial arts are whatever, but rumor has it he’s a master of soul-snatching. Doesn’t matter who you are—if you piss him off, you’re dead by the next day. That’s why the whole Harbor City martial scene sees him as a demon, and why the Fan Family acts so crazy. People thought he’d died last year and threw a big party. But look—he’s still alive! Seriously, he lives up to his name: Percy ‘Hundred Years’ Fan.” Even Jason Lin, bold as he was, shivered looking at Percy’s creepy, sinister face.
Everyone else from the martial world—old and young—dropped their heads in terror when Percy Fan glanced their way. No doubt about it: this ‘demon’ of Harbor City’s martial scene had a presence that was anything but normal.
“Uncle Percy, you finally made it! If you hadn’t come, your nephews would’ve been reporting to the Hell Court ahead of you!” The moment Jackson Fan saw the Third Old Master arrive, he rushed over with a face like he’d just lost his mom. Tyson Fan and Leo Fan hurried after him.
Frank Fan, who’d been terrified, looked like he’d seen his savior. He dropped to his knees in front of Percy Fan and wailed, “Grandpa Percy, you’ve gotta stand up for me! It’s him—he bullied me! Last time he broke my leg, now he wants my life! Grandpa Percy, I’m scared I’ll never get to see you again!”
As Frank Fan spoke, he pointed straight at Ryan. A bunch of people instantly looked annoyed—he was obviously twisting the story, making himself the victim. But really, who’d dare call him out?
Percy Fan’s eyes flashed with poison as he glared at Ryan, his voice cold and sinister: “Harbor City High sure breeds talent. Now you’ve found new ways to bully the Fan Family. Is there no law left? Are you all just waiting to wipe us out before you’ll stop?”
Percy Fan’s words were as chilling as a ghost’s—nobody in the martial world dared answer him.
But then Tony Zhang, principal of Harbor City High, suddenly stepped forward. No one knew where he found the guts, but he spoke up: “Old Master Fan, I can’t agree with what you’re saying. No one’s bullying the Fan Family today. It was your grandson Frank Fan who brought the Qiu Brothers Trio from Iron Fist Sect to attack our school. If Ryan Ling hadn’t stepped in, we’d all be crippled by now. Are we wrong for fighting back and defending our campus? And about Frank Fan’s injured leg—that happened at last month’s soccer match between Harbor City High and Experimental High. No one touched him; he fell on his own in front of thousands of witnesses. Are you seriously trying to pin that on us too?”
“Sharp tongue, huh? And who are you?” Percy Fan’s face grew even darker.
“I don’t change my name or hide my face—I’m Tony Zhang, principal of Harbor City High!” Tony Zhang’s face was grim, but he didn’t flinch.
“Impressive. No wonder a school with a principal like you has students like these. Looks like your time as principal is just about up!” Percy Fan was totally unreasonable—he didn’t care about Tony Zhang’s righteous words. As soon as he finished, a sudden force swept out; Tony Zhang’s throat was instantly squeezed by something invisible, his face turning purple as he kicked frantically, nearly suffocating.
“Old Master Fan, please calm down! Tony Zhang isn’t even a martial artist—he’s just a principal, a teacher. There’s no need to stoop to his level!”
“That’s right, Old Master Fan—Tony Zhang just speaks his mind. If you kill him in front of all these teachers and students, it’ll hurt your reputation!”
“Please, Old Master Fan, show mercy! There must be some misunderstanding here. On behalf of the Harbor City Martial Arts Association, I beg you to sit down, calm your anger, and get the facts straight before deciding anything!”
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Turns out, the martial artists around here weren’t all bad. Seeing Tony Zhang in trouble, they quickly started begging for mercy.
But Percy Fan didn’t care about any of that. Suddenly, his tone grew rough and he shouted, “Harbor City Martial Arts Association? Don’t make me laugh! You guys want to bargain with me? In the eyes of the Fan Family, you’re trash. If I’m in a good mood, I’ll let you live; if not, I’ll wipe your whole association off the map in minutes!”
The association members had tried to reason with him, but after hearing that, any guy with guts couldn’t help but clench his fists in anger.
Percy Fan saw this and just laughed even harder. “You think you can fight me? What, are you all brain-dead? I’ll tell you right now: anyone who tries to stop me today, I’ll kill. And right now, I’m going to kill Tony Zhang. Let’s see who dares to get in my way!”
Right then, Ryan Ling knew there was no point in arguing with this stubborn old monster. Only strength would work now. Seeing Tony Zhang about to suffocate, Ryan shot a look at the Red-Fur Corpse King, Qin Feng, who instantly lunged at Percy Fan.
“Careful, Uncle Percy! That idiot’s way stronger than you think—even the Killing Sword Array couldn’t handle him!” Jackson Fan warned, clearly traumatized from fighting Qin Feng earlier.
“Oh really? I’d love to see what the younger generation can do!” Percy Fan was a crafty old fox—he’d clearly planned for this. As Qin Feng lunged, Percy’s light body soared into the air; his hands turned to claws, swiping straight for Qin Feng’s vital points.
Ryan Ling watched from the side, secretly amused. Qin Feng was a zombie—martial arts couldn’t hurt him. Sure enough, Percy Fan unleashed seven or eight rapid attacks, then his expression changed and he retreated. Gotta admit, the old guy’s agility was insane, like a nimble bird. He couldn’t break through Qin Feng’s defenses, but Qin Feng couldn’t hit him either.
Just then, Percy Fan’s surprised look suddenly turned into a sly smile. “No wonder the Killing Sword Array couldn’t stop you—you’re not even human.”
Ryan Ling was stunned—he hadn’t expected the old monster to see through Qin Feng’s true nature so quickly. Percy Fan was definitely no pushover.
Qin Feng seemed to get it too. Even though he thought Percy Fan was super creepy, he didn’t back down—he lunged again, swinging his steel-hard arms. Being a Red-Fur Corpse King, his moves were nothing to scoff at.
Percy Fan could feel Qin Feng’s raw power, but he didn’t go head-to-head. Instead, he used his crazy agility to look for weak spots in Qin Feng’s body.
Up against such a nimble master, Qin Feng’s stiff zombie body was a real handicap—he just couldn’t land a hit, getting so frustrated that black corpse-qi puffed from his nostrils.
Ryan Ling saw all this and instantly felt uneasy.
Then, Percy Fan suddenly caught an opening and flung a handful of yellow powder straight into Qin Feng’s eyes. Qin Feng howled like an animal—Percy, the master of poison, had nailed his weak spot.
With that hit, Percy Fan whipped out a stack of yellow talisman papers. Ryan Ling stared as pale wraiths burst out of the talismans, instantly surrounding Qin Feng.
Percy Fan didn’t seem to want to destroy Qin Feng—he just built a ghostly wall around him. While Qin Feng struggled, Percy’s killing gaze locked onto Ryan Ling.
Ryan Ling’s heart skipped a beat—so this old monster’s real target was him all along…