Chapter 659: Chapter 617: You’re Not a Martial Artist!
Although his face was gripped by Qin Fan, his limbs were not restrained.
Facing Qin Fan’s mocking question, Jeremy suddenly lashed out.
His face twisted grotesquely as he bellowed, "Son of a bitch, you’re asking for death!"
The low voice roared like that of a wild beast.
In a mixture of rage and fear, his feet suddenly kicked out toward Qin Fan. At the same time, his sparsely-haired hands, clenching and unclenching furiously, swept toward his target. Amidst the ferocious attack, a vast and piercing force enveloped Qin Fan.
Qin Fan merely chuckled, unimpressed by Jeremy’s actions. Without dodging or flinching, the Prison Suppressing Body activated on its own.
When a layer of cyan light spontaneously erupted from Qin Fan, a growing sense of unease crept over the disbelieving Jeremy.
It all happened in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, Jeremy had no choice. With his anxiety escalating, he didn’t pull back his attack. Instead, he roared viciously, "Die!"
BOOM!
Since Qin Fan made no move to evade, Jeremy’s fists and feet slammed into him simultaneously with his shout. What followed, however, was a muffled thud. Enveloped in the cyan light, Qin Fan didn’t move an inch. The moment Jeremy’s fists and feet touched the light, his body buckled and was sent flying backward.
The immense force he had unleashed at Qin Fan was reflected entirely back at him!
PFFT!
Mid-flight, a mouthful of lurid, foul-smelling blood uncontrollably sprayed from his mouth.
"What are you?" Jeremy asked fearfully after landing, his face pale and his eyes wide with shock.
"Haven’t you already figured it out? I’m a Huaxia Martial Artist. As for your question, I think it’s more appropriate for me to ask you: What are you? You have a Beastly Nature, your power is suffused with a dense bestial energy, and you drink blood. Interesting. I didn’t expect a creature like you to exist on the campus of Jinling University. Your purpose for studying abroad in Huaxia isn’t so simple, is it?" Without pressing his advantage, Qin Fan stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Jeremy, who lay several meters away.
"FUCK!"
Hearing Qin Fan mention beasts and blood, the other young man, who had been swept aside earlier, cried out in panic. With his hands spread wide like a bat’s wings, he lunged fiercely at Qin Fan.
"Norman, no!" Seeing this, Jeremy, who had already felt the power of the cyan light on Qin Fan’s body, cried out in alarm.
However, even as he cried out, Norman had already reached Qin Fan.
Without so much as a glance, Qin Fan snorted coldly. "Go to hell!"
With that, he clenched his fist, which glowed with cyan light, and punched straight into the abdomen of the onrushing Norman.
A cyan streak flashed past. The speed was so great that Norman had no chance to react, let alone dodge.
PFFT!
As Qin Fan’s fist made contact, Norman’s features contorted instantly. A thick spray of foul-smelling blood spurted from his mouth as his body was flung in a parabola, like a kite with a broken string. After he landed heavily, the blood he had spewed turned a blackish-red.
Seeing both of them effortlessly overpowered by Qin Fan, Jeremy knew he had encountered a powerhouse. Without a moment to ponder Qin Fan’s identity, he yelled in alarm, "Damn it, retreat!" and scrambled to his feet to escape.
But before a Golden Core Cultivator, how could a mere insect from the mortal world possibly escape?
Before he could even make a move, Qin Fan was on him. A hard slap across the face sent him sprawling to the ground again.
"Without my permission, no one escapes my sight," Qin Fan said arrogantly. "Stay put!"
"You’re not a Martial Artist! What exactly do you want?" Struck down again by Qin Fan’s slap, Jeremy cried out in terror.
That slap hadn’t just flattened him to the ground; it had crushed his spirit.
"Tell me, what exactly are you people? What are you plotting by sneaking onto the Jinling University campus? Don’t tell me it’s to study the vast and profound Chinese culture. Also, where does the blood you drink come from?" Qin Fan asked each question coldly, one by one.
At the same time, his mind raced. On the Cangqiong Continent, he had encountered and fought countless blood-drinking Demons, but these two clearly lacked a Demon’s aura. Moreover, the Cangqiong Continent and Earth were entirely different systems. With his limited knowledge of Earth, Qin Fan found himself unable to make sense of the situation.
At Qin Fan’s cold questioning, however, both Jeremy and Norman clenched their jaws. Sheer terror washed over their faces. They had never imagined that Qin Fan, an opponent they had completely underestimated, would be strong enough to slaughter them with ease. Even more shocking, he had somehow detected their Beast Breath. Faced with this incomprehensible power, they were utterly paralyzed by fear.
Ten seconds passed, then twenty. The two men on the ground trembled more and more violently, but neither said a word.
"Looking for death?" Qin Fan’s lips curled into a mocking smile when he received no answer.
After a moment, Jeremy and Norman gritted their teeth and said in unison, "Just kill us!"
It wasn’t that they couldn’t give Qin Fan the answers he wanted; it was that they were forbidden to. They would rather die than reveal their secrets.
"You think I don’t dare to kill you?"
In a single stride, Qin Fan was beside Norman. He swiftly clamped his hand onto the man’s head, sending his True Qi and Divine Sense pouring in. He activated the Soul Capturing Technique and Memory Capture Technique once more.
The next moment, Norman let out an utterly agonizing scream, "AH! AH! NO! NO! NO!"
His twisted face was so ferocious that it was unbearable to look at. Amidst his mournful cries, his long, sharp nails scraped deep marks into the ground.
Qin Fan, indifferent to Norman’s screams, frowned deeply. The reason was simple: there were no memories in Norman’s mind. None. Not a single image. There was nothing but shifting patches of blood-red mist.
Damn it, what is going on?
Even after trying every method he knew, Qin Fan couldn’t extract a single memory.
Only when Norman’s screams weakened, at the critical moment he was about to die from the spiritual torment, did Qin Fan finally release his grip.
HUFF! HUFF! HUFF!
Having escaped death at the last second, Norman lay gasping on the ground. His face was a ghastly, unnerving white, and he no longer had a single shred of strength left in his body—not even a trace.
Having gained nothing from Norman, a stern-faced Qin Fan walked toward Jeremy.
However, having witnessed Norman’s near-death agony, Jeremy began to shake his head frantically as Qin Fan approached. "NO! NO! NO!" he screamed.
His terrified screams were useless. Qin Fan’s cold fingers clamped down on his head.
Soul Capturing and Memory Exploration struck once more.
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