Chapter 127: Come on man, You are really not my type (Part - 2)
"Come on man," Gu Fan chuckled, shaking his head slowly as he cracked his knuckles and looked directly up at the arrogant Bai Clan genius standing on the elevated platform, "You are really not my type."
Hsssshh!
The moment those words left Gu Fan’s mouth, the entire town square went dead silent for a fraction as the massive crowd of spectators, rogue cultivators, and clan elders tried to process the sheer disrespect of that single sentence.
"Did he just?"
"Yes he did!"
"The cripple just casually brushed off a life-or-death challenge from Bai Yun like he was rejecting a desperate whore at a brothel."
"Damn... The cripple has got some balls."
"Iron balls."
"Meanwhile, Bai Yun stood completely frozen on the stage as his face rapidly changed expressions from angry red to a violently bright, furious purple, and the veins on his forehead aggressively bulged out against his skin. Did the trash of the town just mocked him in front of the whole town and the scouting sect elders.
"You arrogant, crippled piece of trash!" Bai Yun roared at the top of his lungs, violently spinning his silver spear as his Spirit Realm Qi aggressively erupted from his meridians to whip up a freezing gust of wind around the stage, "I am going to rip your tongue out of your skull and choke you on it before I shatter every single bone in your useless body!"
"And even after that I will not be done."
"I will urinate on your body in front of everyone here and then I will chop your body into tiny little pieces and feed them to the pigs at your Gu Clan. I fucking promise you."
"I will give you ten on ten for your vivid imagination at least, Bai Yun," Gu Fan just let out a bored sigh as he finally stepped onto the platform and putting his hands into the pockets of his trousers, "And that is exactly what I am going to do to you. Except for the peeing in front a crowd part, I can’t do it."
’What are you doing Gu Fan?’ Madam Li watched him from the stands, as her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird, and her knuckles turned stark white as she gripped the carved wooden armrests of her seat.
Her body was already tense and ready to launch herself onto the stage at the first sign of real danger. She felt a sickening wave of dread wash over her, fearing that her son was walking straight into a slaughterhouse.
On the other hand, Bai Bing mirrored similar distress, as her eyes grew wide with worry that she couldn’t hide, and her breath hitched in her throat as she watched Gu Fan’s back, his own hands clenching into fists of helpless anxiety, ’Did he think I was taunting him?’
But just as Madam Li braced herself to stand and scream for the competition to stop, Gu Fan without even turning his head, spoke up, "No need to worry anyone, I am just here to put down a stray dog. So don’t leave your seats or you will miss the show."
His casual dismissal held such absolute, terrifying confidence that Madam Li froze, her grip on the chair loosening just enough for her to sink back down, her eyes fixated on his broad, unbothered shoulders.
Meanwhile in all this, there was only one person who seemed relaxed., and enjoying the show.
In one of the pavilion designated for the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, Manager Su Mei sat with her long, thick legs elegantly crossed while wearing her scandalous red cheongsam, and a deeply amused, highly seductive smirk spread across her beautiful red lips.
She swirled the premium spirit wine in her jade cup, as she watched Gu fan walks up the stage and she could not help but press her thick thighs together as she could already feel a needy wetness between her thighs just from watching his broad, dominant shoulders.
she had a hunch that his punches were going to feel exactly the same as how his cock felt stretching her tight walls, making her absolutely certain that the arrogant Bai Clan boy was about to get completely fucked up, and in a way he would not want to.
"Don’t kill him too quickly, Master," Su Mei whispered softly to herself while resting her chin on her hand, her eyes completely glued to Gu Fan as she eagerly waited to see some blood spill, "Make the little dog suffer a bit first."
And just as she thought, it was Bai Yun who moved first. He did not waste a single millisecond for the old man to signal the start of the match. He immediately lunged forward like a rabid beast, violently thrusting his silver spear directly toward Gu Fan’s chest with absolute, lethal intent.
An intense, ice-cold energy aura completely engulfed the silver blade as Bai Yun executed a Bai Clan spear art, causing the surrounding air temperature to drop drastically while sharp, freezing winds aggressively tore at the stone floorboards.
"Die, you pathetic bastard!" Bai Yun screamed as the sharp spear tip closed the distance in a blinding flash of silver light, "Blizzard Spear Strike!"
However, Gu Fan did not even bother to draw his Blood-Drinker Sword or pull out his heavy Meteor Hammer. He simply relied entirely on his movement skill, casually executing a single, effortless half-step to the right using the Sovereign Strike of Infinite Freedom, as he moved like a blur in front of Bai Yun.
The deadly silver spear violently thrust through the empty air where Gu Fan’s chest had been just a fraction of a second prior, entirely missing his body what seemed to be like mere millimeter as the freezing Qi harmlessly ruffled the fabric of his loose shirt.
Bai Yun’s eyes widened in shock as he watched his attack go to waste. He couldn’t comprehend how a crippled piece of trash without a single drop of Qi in his meridians had managed to dodge a Spirit Realm strike with such flawless, ghost-like speed.
Meanwhile as Bai Yun was lost in his own shock, Gu Fan tilted his head and smirked darkly.
"Is that really the absolute best you can do, Bai Yun?" Gu Fan taunted ruthlessly, his low, incredibly mocking voice easily carrying over the silent crowd.
"Is this how you push?! Pathetic."
"Honestly, judging by how much effort you are putting into these soft, shallow stabs, I am starting to think if you somehow manage to get a woman in your bed after all the begging..."
"She won’t feel a thing."
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