Chapter 128: Come on man, You are really not my type (Part - 3)
"I really have to wonder if you fight like a limp noodle in bed too, or if you are always this utterly disappointing to your women."
"Does he have a death wish?"
"Is he seriously mocking a Spirit Realm expert’s manhood?!"
"Heavens, the Seventh Young Master just called him a limp noodle!" another mercenary laughed crudely, "I heard the Bai Clan disciples are notoriously fast finishers!"
"Isshh!" One of the girls in the crowd hid her face behind her palms, "Seventh Young Master is such a rogue."
And pretty soon such humiliating whispers buzzed across the square, and Bai Yun heard every single mocking word, causing his face to twist into a mask of pure, unadulterated shame and rage.
"Shut your fucking mouth!" Bai Yun snarled aggressively, violently twisting his body to unleash a rapid, blinding flurry of dozens of freezing spear strikes, aggressively trying to turn Gu Fan into a bloody pincushion, "If I don’t kill you today. I am born of two fathers."
The silver blade flashed wildly across the stage, stabbing and slashing with lethal speed that caused the crowd to gasp in awe, but Gu Fan simply continued to dance effortlessly through the deadly barrage, swaying his waist and leaning his broad shoulders back just enough to let the sharp steel glide harmlessly past his face, to make the Bai Clan genius look like an uncoordinated, flailing child.
"Is this supposed to be a deathmatch, or did you just invite me up here for a pathetic little dance practice?" Gu Fan teased with a wicked grin.
"Die, you crippled bastard!" Bai Yun roared furiously, swinging his spear with blinding speed.
"You swing that stick like a blind virgin trying to find a hole in the dark!" Gu Fan continued dismantling Bai Yun’s pride in front of the entire town while casually weaving through the lethal strikes, "Your footwork is absolute garbage, and your thrusts... Ugghh!"
"It’s no wonder your Patriarch is always so frustrated, I can see it is not just a you problem."
The brutal insults completely shattered whatever tiny shred of rational discipline Bai Yun had left, causing the arrogant young master to totally lose his temper as he gripped his spear with both hands and aggressively channeled every single drop of his Qi directly into the weapon.
"I am going to freeze your fucking tongue and shatter your corpse into a million pieces!" Bai Yun roared like a cornered animal, his eyes turned bloodshot with manic hatred as he aggressively leaped high into the air above the centre of the stage.
"Sometimes you say you are going to chop me, and sometimes you say you are going to shatter me," Gu Fan sighed lazily, shaking his head with a bored smirk, "Make up your damn mind, Bai Yun."
"Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!" Bai Yun yelled like an absolute maniac as a massive, incredibly violent storm of freezing white Qi instantly exploded from his body, rapidly gathering around the tip of his silver spear, transforming the weapon into a massive, terrifying icicle of highly concentrated energy that threatened to freeze the entire platform.
"Take my ultimate attack!" Bai Yun screamed as he jumped and brought down the heavy spear crashing down directly toward Gu Fan’s head with the absolute force of a falling avalanche, fully intending to obliterate the existence of this loud mouth crippled bastard and turn him into a bloody pile of frozen meat.
"Frost-Piercing Dragon Strike!"
The massive crowd in the spectator stands forgot to breath, and maybe for the first time, even the Gu Clan Patriarch Gu Yangtian gripped the armrests of his throne tightly, fully expecting to watch his illegitimate son die in front of his eyes.
But Gu Fan only snickered at the sight of Bai Yun’s attack, as he finally pulled out his right hand of his pocket and instead of dodging the ultimate strike, Gu Fan planted his feet forward and thrust his open palm upward to meet the incoming, freezing steel hurricane.
’He is completely insane!’ Everyone thought.
But the absolute second the razor-sharp tip of the silver spear collided with Gu Fan’s open palm, a loud metallic CLANG echoed across the entire town square, immediately followed by a blizzard of cold, freezing mist spreading across the square dropping the visibility in a matter of breaths, and engulfing the crowd under a thin sheet of snow.
For the next couple of breaths, no one knew what had happened. Complete silence fell across the square.
"I hope that’s not how you perform in bed, as well?" Finally a voice echoed through the silence.
Following that, Bai Bing waved her hand and the mist and snow vanished without a trace the very next moment.
And the sight in front of them almost made Bai Haoran who had been grinning ear to ear up until the moment Bai Yun perfectly executed the Frost-Piercing Dragon Strike choke on his wine.
Bai Yun was still in the air, his spear pointed down and an expression of absolute terror on his face. Because Gu fan had not moved an inch from his place and was now holding Bai Yun’s spear with his bare palms.
"Do you just yell like a maniac and finish with one weak, useless thrust every single time? So weak. So absolutely useless."
As Gu Fan mocked Bai Yun a sizzling sound began to slowly buzz from his palms. the toxic acid violently ate through the steel.
As he firmly gripped the sharp steel blade, he aggressively channeled a massive surge of his Heaven-Melting Corrosive Qi directly into the weapon.
The terrifying, highly acidic dark green Qi violently erupted from Gu Fan’s palm and instantly crawled up the length of the silver spear, completely ignoring the freezing Blizzard Qi as it aggressively ate right through the metal like a hot knife cutting through soft butter.
"What the fuck?!" Bai Yun gasped in horror as he hung in the air, watching his prized, incredibly expensive weapon rapidly turn a sickening shade of glowing green before it violently bubbled and melted entirely into a useless, hissing pile of toxic slag right in his hands, forcing him to drop the melting shaft before the acid could eat his fingers.
Before Bai Yun could even process the impossible destruction of his ultimate attack, Gu Fan used his movement technique and stepped forward into his guard, his eyes flashing with an amused smile as he clenched his empty hand into a massive, rock-hard fist.
"You really talk too much shit for someone with such pathetic strength,"
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