Immortality: Starts with seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster!

Chapter 10: Revenge 

"You, you!" 

The strong man in the black vest widened his eyes, feeling severe pain coursing through his body—pain he had never felt before. 

He stared at Xiao Fan in disbelief. 

The kid in front of him was just an ordinary fisherman, weak and easily bullied. He hadn't taken him seriously before. 

He had originally thought he could bully him like he had before. 

But in the blink of an eye, the kid had stabbed him to death with a backhanded knife. 

He opened his mouth, intending to utter something. 

But the intense pain spread throughout his body, leaving him speechless. 

With a thud, his body hit the ground heavily, kicking up dust all around him. 

His eyes were wide open, appearing to stare death in the face. 

"What?!" 

Seeing this scene, Zheng Wenbing and two of his men's pupils shrank. They had not expected such a rapid change. 

In an instant, one of their companions had been killed. 

The kid in front of them seemed to have transformed from a sheep into a hungry wolf; it was chilling. 

"Why are you forcing me?" 

"You are living well; why do you come here to die?" 

Xiao Fan held a sharp silver dagger in his hand, dripping with blood. He radiated a terrifying murderous aura, his eyes cold and emotionless, like a poisonous snake awaiting its prey. 

"Looking for death." 

The two men next to Zheng Wenbing were furious. They were not intimidated by Xiao Fan; instead, they were extremely annoyed. 

It was outrageous that a mere fisherman dared to kill one of their own. 

They pulled out sharp black knives from their bodies and rushed toward Xiao Fan, intent on chopping him to death. 

"Your speed is too slow." 

Xiao Fan regarded the two strong men indifferently. After practicing the Soaring Snake Technique, he found that not only had his strength and speed improved, but his five senses had also sharpened remarkably, especially when faced with danger. 

In his view, the movements of these two men appeared to be in slow motion. 

Martial arts, at its core, is simply about speed and strength. 

As long as you master these two elements, you can achieve the strongest martial arts—no need for all the extra flourishes. 

Whoosh! 

In an instant, Xiao Fan stepped forward, dodging with ease, and effortlessly evaded the strikes of the two men. 

He slashed at the throats of both assailants. 

It was like killing a chicken—lightly wiping the neck. 

Blood sprayed from their throats as if it were free. 

"Uh...uh..." 

The long black knives fell from the hands of the two strong men as they clutched their bleeding necks, desperately trying to stop the blood flow. Unfortunately, it was futile. 

They stared at Xiao Fan, terror-stricken, but due to the air leaking from their necks, they could not utter a sound before they fell to the ground, lifeless. 

"You are no ordinary person; you are a warrior." 

"A warrior in the Skin Tempering Realm." 

"When did you, a mere fisherman, learn martial arts?" 

Zheng Wenbing looked at his three loyal men in disbelief. In the blink of an eye, three of his men had been killed by this boy. This was clearly not something ordinary people could achieve. 

In other words, this kid was definitely practicing some kind of martial arts. 

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to possess such power and speed. 

"You talk too much." 

Xiao Fan ignored the two dead strong men and walked directly toward Zheng Wenbing. 

This time, it was a matter of life or death. 

His intuition told him that Zheng Wenbing was no match for him and he could definitely win. 

"It's ridiculous! Do you still want to kill me?" 

"Although I don't know where you learned your martial arts..." 

"But I am Zheng Wenbing, a Skin Tempering Realm warrior who has practiced Iron Sand Palm for more than ten years." 

"How can you—a kid of 17 or 18—compare to me?" 

"Let me show you what a truly powerful warrior looks like." 

Zheng Wenbing sneered. 

He circulated the qi and blood in his body; his muscles swelled, and his hands appeared to be made of steel. 

Relying on the Iron Sand Palm, he had become a small leader of the Dragon King Gang. 

No one could fathom how many untouchables he had killed with his hands. 

Boom! 

In an instant, he lunged forward and slapped Xiao Fan with his palm. 

This strike was powerful, containing a hundred catties of force. 

If it struck an ordinary person, it would be enough to break bones and shatter lungs. 

His palms were his most powerful weapons. 

Whoosh! 

Xiao Fan suddenly moved, unleashing a terrifying explosive force. He kicked off the ground, bouncing away like a snake at an extreme speed. 

Before Zheng Wenbing could react, Xiao Fan appeared behind him and stabbed backward, the dagger effortlessly piercing through the hole in his back and directly into his heart. 

"Impossible." 

Zheng Wenbing lowered his head in disbelief, staring at his pierced chest. 

How could a fellow warrior in the Skin Tempering Realm experience such a colossal difference in strength and speed compared to the boy before him? 

It was simply on another level. 

At this moment, a sharp pain spread throughout his body, unlike anything he had felt before. 

"Help! Save me!" 

Zheng Wenbing raised his head, looking at Xiao Fan in horror, regret swirling in his gut. 

If he had known the man in front of him was so powerful, he wouldn't have provoked him, even if it meant death. 

Who would have thought this fisherman, who had been bullied by others, could turn the tables and kill him with a mere backhand? 

But it was too late to say anything. 

Xiao Fan remained silent, merely observing his adversary. 

He understood clearly that Zheng Wenbing wasn't begging for mercy; he was simply afraid of death. 

If the circumstances had been reversed, the attitude would have been different. 

Boom! 

With a final gasp, Zheng Wenbing collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide open, filled with endless remorse and unwillingness. 

He had never imagined that what began as an ordinary robbery would cost him his life. 

At that moment, all four members of the Dragon King Gang who attempted to rob and kill Xiao Fan lay dead on the ground. 

"I don't feel fear or panic." 

"I'm just calm." 

"Is this the effect of the Soaring Snake Technique?" 

Xiao Fan felt very calm. As he executed the Soaring Snake Breathing Technique, he had entered an incredibly tranquil state—like a snake preying on its victim. 

This state was why he could remain composed during the battle and find openings to deliver decisive blows. 

Even after killing the enemy, he felt no remorse, as if he had merely hunted prey. 

He couldn't discern whether this was a good or a bad thing. 

Yet, thanks to this state of mind, he had succeeded in eliminating the four Dragon King Gang members. 

So surviving was only natural. 

To be honest, in this dangerous world, one must be ruthless to live a better life. 

There are indeed people with good intentions, but most of the time, they all end up perishing.

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