Chapter 119: Chapter 119: A Battle to Pacify Beiliang

"Tsk-tsk! If I could kill a Martial Arts Grandmaster at the end of his tether, that would truly be an achievement!"Wolf Fang locked onto Ye Fan's figure. His body shot towards Ye Fan like a long rainbow, knife in right hand, aiming to decapitate him.

As the foremost War God of the North Suburb, he was not only an Ancient Martial Artist, but his combat power had also long since reached that of a Half-step Martial Arts Grandmaster. He had even engaged in direct combat with a Martial Arts Grandmaster before.

At this moment, Wolf Fang was completely confident in his ability to slay a Martial Arts Grandmaster at the end of his tether. The excitement was uncontrollable within him as he thought of beheading a Martial Arts Grandmaster. His name, Wolf Fang, would shake the world once the news spread.

"Master Ye, be careful! This guy is nicknamed Wolf Fang, the number one War God of the North Suburb, and his strength has already stepped into the realm of a Half-step Martial Arts Grandmaster, surpassing mine!" Xiang Tianba warned in time.

Zhuang Jingwen's complexion turned pale: "A Half-step Martial Arts Grandmaster? That's bad, Ye Fan is in danger!"

Little did she know that her father, Zhuang Yan, was a Martial Arts Grandmaster when he was alive. Ten years ago, after an unexpected turn of events, he returned home, shot six times, barely clinging to life.

Her father told her that although Martial Arts Grandmasters had explosive strength, they were not fearless. If the enemy were to attack in waves, a Martial Arts Grandmaster could be worn down to death.

Zhuang Jingwen had asked her father, who told her that with his peak combat power, he could at most oppose a few hundred people at once. If faced with over a thousand assailants, he would be unable to withstand them.

Now, Ye Fan had already been through a fierce battle, and with Meng Xianzhi's reinforcements of over a thousand men, the most terrifying fact was the arrival of a Half-step Martial Arts Grandmaster. All of this made Zhuang Jingwen extremely anxious for Ye Fan.

"Kill!"

Under the cover of night, Wolf Fang charged at Ye Fan, knife in hand, like a tiger descending the mountain.

"Get lost!" Ye Fan roared angrily.

He flicked his finger again, and a surge of violent inner strength blasted out. Wolf Fang was too close to dodge in time and was struck by Ye Fan's inner strength.

In full view of everyone, with a bang, the ferocious Wolf Fang was suddenly sent flying and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Isn't he supposed to be at the end of his tether? Why is he still so fierce?" Wolf Fang was shocked.

In that moment, Wolf Fang felt as if he'd been hit by a heavy truck, which nearly cost him his life.

Meng Xianzhi shouted frantically, "He must be at the end of his tether! He's making a desperate last stand. Don't be afraid, kill him!"

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"Kill!!!"

The thousand new combatants, completely unaware of how terrifying Ye Fan was, charged fearlessly at him.

Unfortunately, they had vastly underestimated Ye Fan's combat power. Many fell to the ground after coming face to face with Ye Fan.

Five hundred! Eight hundred!

One thousand!

Under the gaze of many eyes, Ye Fan astonishingly achieved a thousand-man slay.

"Holy shit! This kid is freakishly strong!"

The thousand men who rushed forward were halved in a very short time, and the remaining few hundred looked at Ye Fan as if he were a demon.

To them, Ye Fan seemed like a killing machine, simply undefeatable by human force.

Most strikingly, after completing the thousand-man slay, Ye Fan's body was without a single stain of blood, which was truly terrifying.

Whoosh—

Whoosh whoosh—

As people were still in shock, a large contingent of reinforcements from the North Suburb rapidly approached. Looking on, there were again over a thousand men.

Meng Xianzhi, as if gone mad, yelled, "Join the fight quickly, kill him for me!"

"Ye Fan, retreat if you can't hold on, don't worry about me!" Zhuang Jingwen said with a pale face.

Even her father, a Martial Arts Grandmaster, could at most take on several hundred opponents at once. Ye Fan having completed a thousand-man slay was proof enough that he was an exceptional figure among Martial Arts Grandmasters.

But even Martial Arts Grandmasters have their limits. Now with Meng Xianzhi's reinforcements arriving, she was terrified that Ye Fan would fall, exhausted, into a pool of blood.

Ye Fan, Tang Knife in hand, spoke in a calm and collected tone, "A bunch of insects. Compared to the enemy forces at the border back then, they are far from enough. Sister Jingwen, don't worry. This motley crew can't stop my advance!"

"Rampant!"

"Arrogant!"

Upon hearing Ye Fan's words, Meng Xianzhi felt like his lungs were about to explode with fury.

Hie eyes almost splitting with rage, he pointed at Ye Fan and shouted hysterically, "What are you still waiting for? Kill him!"

"Kill!"

At Meng Xianzhi's command, the reinforcing group quickly charged forward.

"Utter nonsense!" Ye Fan chuckled coldly.

Six years ago, when he faced adversaries on the border, those who came to surround him were all the elite of the enemy forces. Even then, he fought his way in and out seven times. A mere member of the Gray Zone like him, Ye Fan, didn't even take seriously.

The Tang Knife swung, and one after another, people fell.

One thousand three hundred! One thousand five hundred!

One thousand eight hundred!

In the blink of an eye, the number of people lying in pools of blood was about to surpass two thousand.

"He... he's not human, he's a demon, invincible. Stop fighting, we can't beat him, run for it!"

Seeing Ye Fan's ferocity, a large number of reinforcements were scared witless. They dropped their weapons and fled at top speed.

"Exactly, exactly, run for it. Don't just die for nothing!"

Like a collapsing mountain, once the first person fled, a massive number of reinforcements terrifiedly followed suit, dropping their weapons and leaving the scene in a pale fright.

Too damn terrifying, one person was about to take down two thousand. The difference in strength was too great, there's no point in fighting!

One goes up and one dies, but the most crucial part was that there was not a single speck of blood on Ye Fan, this kind of monster... probably not even gods could defeat!

"I was pure at heart, why did you force the hand of an honest man?"

Surveying the fleeing soldiers, Ye Fan's gaze locked onto the War God Wolf Fang of the North Suburb.

Targeted by Ye Fan, the seriously wounded Wolf Fang clutched his chest, his face filled with horror as he said, "Big brother, my dear big brother, don't attack. I was just a bystander, and I'm leaving right now!"

Saying this, Wolf Fang immediately turned and sprinted like mad, terrified that Ye Fan would not spare him and execute him on the spot.

"Wolf Fang, where are you going? Come back to me!"

Seeing his own top warrior Wolf Fang running away, Meng Xianzhi's eyes almost burst from their sockets as he roared.

"Boss, better a bad life than a good death. I was just passing by; take care of yourself!" Without looking back, Wolf Fang accelerated his pace and fled. Searᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

A Half-step Martial Arts Grandmaster fleeing with all his might was as fast as if chased by dogs, and after a short while, Wolf Fang's figure disappeared from everyone's sight.

Initially, he had believed what Meng Xianzhi said, that Ye Fan was just a Martial Arts Grandmaster at his last gasp, and even after being severely injured by Ye Fan, he still looked for an opportunity to strike a lethal blow.

But the more he watched, the more his heart trembled with fear, for Ye Fan slaughtered without even panting heavily. Wolf Fang was utterly certain that this Ye Fan was most definitely not a Martial Arts Grandmaster, his combat prowess was far beyond that of any Grandmaster.

He knew that the limit for a Martial Arts Grandmaster was at most slaughtering a thousand, and Ye Fan had downed one thousand eight hundred. You tell me Ye Fan is a Martial Arts Grandmaster? I really fell for your nonsense.

"Retreat, retreat, retreat!"

Seeing that Wolf Fang had escaped, the rest, where would they dare to linger? One by one, they ran for their lives, terrified that if they ran slowly, Ye Fan would catch up and take their lives.

In less than a minute, the large scene was devoid of people; all had run off without a trace, leaving only the dumbfounded boss Meng Xianzhi.

"You bunch of bastards!" Meng Xianzhi's legs shook with fright.

Under the cover of night, Ye Fan, holding the Tang Knife, slowly approached Meng Xianzhi. With a mocking expression, he said, "What was it you said just now? You want to slay a Martial Arts Grandmaster? Well, here I am!"

"Here's the knife, if you have the guts, make your move!"