NOVEL NEXT Chapter 78: Who The Hell Is Gong Long?!
Xiao Xiaobo's expression hardened.
Even if Feng Fan was nothing more than a punching bag, failing to handle a mere Qi Gathering realm cultivator would make him a laughingstock.
The reputation he had painstakingly built within the sect would collapse, and he would no longer be respected.
"I'll make sure you bow today!" Xiao Xiaobo declared, his voice filled with fury.
"Try me," Feng Fan replied, a confident smile tugging at his lips.
Xiao Xiaobo surged forward, closing the distance in an instant. Both his fists radiated spiritual qi, brimming with destructive force as he unleashed his next attack.
"Divine Bull Barrage Punches!" he roared.
Each punch carried the power of a shockwave, sending ripples of spiritual qi through Feng Fan's body with every impact. Feng Fan raised his arms in an attempt to block and lessen the damage, but several blows slipped past his defenses, striking his torso, abdomen, and shoulders.
Bruises began to spread across his body like blooming flowers, yet Feng Fan remained unfazed. His grin only widened as he focused on circulating his cultivation technique.
He didn't feel pain, only joy!
'Yes! Just a little more! Don't stop!' Feng Fan shouted in his mind, feeling his cultivation realm steadily climbing with every hit.
The crowd watched in awe as Xiao Xiaobo rained blow after blow upon Feng Fan. Despite the relentless assault, Feng Fan's smile remained unwavering, etched firmly across his face.
"This guy must be insane," someone murmured, disbelief rippling through the onlookers.
Minutes ticked by, and the ferocity of Xiao Xiaobo's punches began to wane. Even with his Foundation Establishment cultivation, his spiritual qi reserves were not endless.
His breaths grew heavier, and his strikes lost their once-brutal force. Still, he kept punching, his determination overriding his exhaustion.
Unfortunately, his dantian reserves were nearly depleted, and his movements slowed further.
Finally, unable to summon even a sliver of spiritual qi, Xiao Xiaobo stopped, his chest heaving as he glared at Feng Fan. To his disbelief, Feng Fan was still standing—and still smiling.
"Fucking hell... Do you have a screw loose?" Xiao Xiaobo asked, his voice filled with exasperation and disbelief.
He began to step back slowly, creating distance between himself and Feng Fan.
Feng Fan's grin only widened.
He couldn't have been happier. When the fight began, he had been only at the initial stage of the 7th Qi Gathering and Body Forging realms. Now, he was on the verge of breaking through to the 8th stage.
How could he not be happy?
"Are you done?" Feng Fan asked, stepping forward.
Xiao Xiaobo's eyes widened in disbelief. 'He's still moving... and he wants to fight?!'
"If you're finished... then it's my turn," Feng Fan declared, a grin spreading across his face.
Even if he enjoyed taking hits to strengthen himself, he couldn't leave a debt unpaid, especially with so many witnesses. Letting Xiao Xiaobo walk away without a reward would make him look ungrateful, and that wouldn't do.
Without resorting to any fancy techniques, Feng Fan channeled spiritual qi into his right fist and drove it forward with all his strength.
Xiao Xiaobo instinctively raised his arms to block, but his body was too sluggish from exhaustion to respond properly.
Feng Fan's punch connected squarely with Xiao Xiaobo's nose, sending him crashing to the ground. Blood poured from his now-broken nose as he lay stunned.
The crowd stared in shock.
"A Qi Gathering realm cultivator just took down a Foundation Establishment disciple… by exhausting him?"
"Is this some kind of punchbag strategy? Tire out your enemy by letting them hit you?"
"Then let me take a shot at you and see if you can handle it like he did."
The more Tan Wei and Bai Tao learned about Feng Fan, the more impressed they became!
Yet, they couldn't wrap their heads around one thing: why had Feng Fan deliberately provoked Xiao Xiaobo? There was nothing to gain.
Even though he technically won the fight, he was still badly beaten.
Meanwhile, Xiao Xiaobo's two companions, both at the 9th Qi Gathering realm, looked at Feng Fan with fear. If Xiao Xiaobo couldn't handle him, what chance did they stand?
Without a word, they grabbed Xiao Xiaobo by the arms and began dragging him away, eager to distance themselves from the madman.
But before they could fully retreat, Xiao Xiaobo glared at Feng Fan with burning resentment and growled, "What's your name? If you're a man, leave your name behind!" Enjoy more content from empire
Feng Fan's expression turned serious.
"Hmph. I'm not afraid to tell you. My name is Gong Long! That's right, if you've got a problem, come find me, Gong Long! I'll take your challenge anytime, anywhere!"
Bai Tao and Tan Wei nearly choked on their own saliva.
'Who the hell is Gong Long?!'
Xiao Xiaobo's face twisted with fury. "Good! Gong Long, mark my words, Mao Wencheng won't let this slide!" he shouted before storming off with his friends, vanishing from sight.
'Heh, what an idiot third-rate villain. Who in their right mind gives clues to track them down?' Feng Fan thought with amusement.
With the battle over, the crowd began to disperse. Many returned to the bar, eager to pick up their drinks where they left off.
Now, they had the perfect excuse to drink even more—after all, nothing pairs better with alcohol than some juicy gossip!
Tan Wei and Bai Tao approached Feng Fan cautiously.
"Brother Feng," Bai Tao asked hesitantly, "aren't you worried Mao Wencheng will come after you for this?"
Feng Fan chuckled, his expression relaxed. "The one thing I fear the least is trouble. What terrifies me more is not having enough of it!"
Tan Wei and Bai Tao exchanged confused glances. His words made no sense. Why would anyone want trouble, let alone fear its absence?
Feng Fan didn't bother to explain. Instead, he stretched his aching body and decided it was time to head home and train. He could feel the next breakthrough was just within reach—so close he could taste it.
'Foundation Establishment, Bone Forging… I'm coming for you!' he thought, his excitement bubbling over as he walked away, completely forgetting about selling the trinkets he was supposed to.