C12 Ferocious

Silence! For a moment, the entire residential area was terrifyingly silent. The residential area was like a graveyard!

Everyone looked at Yang Fann in shock. It was as if they were looking up at a devil.

"Lei Bao lost! Lei Bao lost just like that!"

This was not how the script should have played out. Shouldn't Lei Bao have easily crushed the trash Yang Fann? In the end, it turned out to be a 360-degree reversal, and it was Yang Fann who crushed their Ink Bamboo Peak's number one person!

Furthermore, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Yang Fann clearly had a lot of strength left. Yang Fann had obviously still retained his strength.

Yang Fann heavily injured Lei Bao with a single punch. Yang Fann did not intend to let Lei Bao go just like that. Yang Fann ignored the shocked gazes of the surrounding servant disciples. He took a step forward and walked towards Lei Bao, who was lying on the ground and unable to get up!

Yang Fann's pace was very slow, but every step he took was like stepping on Lei Bao's heart. Yang Fann's footsteps made Lei Bao unable to breathe.

"Yang... Yang Fann, what... what do you want to do?" When Yang Fann was only three meters away from Lei Bao, Lei Bao could no longer bear the enormous pressure in his heart. Lei Bao shouted.

"What do I want to do?" The corner of Yang Fann's mouth curled up, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. "Lei Bao, what do you think I'm doing?!"

"Yang Fann, don't... don't do anything rash. We are all from the same sect. If you have anything to say, we can have a good discussion..." Lei Bao struggled to move his body backwards and said with a trembling voice.

"This... This person is really Lei Bao, who dominates the Ink Bamboo Peak?" The four servant disciples did not react for a moment. The feeling that Lei Bao gave them was that he was not afraid of anything, and they felt that Lei Bao was a person who was fearless.

"Fellow disciple? You are not worthy of mentioning the same disciple as me!" It would be fine if Lei Bao did not mention the same disciple, but now that Lei Bao mentioned it, Yang Fann was burning with anger. Yang Fann's face was filled with killing intent, and Yang Fann's foot directly stepped on Lei Bao's wrist. With a crack, Lei Bao's wrist bone was crushed.

"Ahh!" The heart-piercing pain made Lei Bao burst out with a heart-wrenching scream, "Yang Fann! You are a bastard! You are so heartless. I curse you to die miserably!"

Although Yang Fann's punch was heavy, it only broke a few ribs of Lei Bao. Lei Bao would at most need to lie on the bed for ten days or half a month. However, Yang Fann's kick had crushed Lei Bao's right wrist bone. Lei Bao's right hand was probably useless now. Not to mention hitting someone, it was difficult for Lei Bao to even use chopsticks normally.

"You still dare to scold me?" Yang Fann raised his sword-like eyebrows. He stepped on Lei Bao's foot again, and his foot directly kicked Lei Bao's left wrist.

"Ahh!" A wail that sounded like a pig being butchered was heard. Lei Bao's left wrist was also broken like Lei Bao's right wrist.

"Yang... Yang Fann, you... You are a bastard. I curse you to die miserably! " Lei Bao's eyes were bloodshot. Lei Bao roared angrily. He was like an enraged beast. Lei Bao was very angry. "My eldest brother will not let you go. I want you to die, I want you to die..."

With both of his hands crippled, Lei Bao, not to mention advancing to the Outer Sect, was a difficult problem for him to continue cultivating his martial arts. Lei Bao's hatred could not be washed away even if Lei Bao used up all of the water in the world!

"You still dare to threaten me? I think you're courting death!" Yang Fann's face turned cold, and a terrifying Cold Shine flashed in Yang Fann's eyes.

In the next moment...

Yang Fann's sandbag-sized fist was like a rain of punches towards Lei Bao. For a moment, the sound of bones breaking, bone cracking, vomiting blood, screaming, and cursing could be heard.

As for Lei Bao's threats, Yang Fann did not care about it at all. He was no longer the trash from twenty days ago. Yang Fann had the cultivation of early stage of Fifth Empyrean, and with Yang Fann's powerful bloodline of rank 8, Yang Fann could be considered an expert even if he was placed in the Outer Sect. That Lei Bao's eldest brother was also an outer sect disciple. Even if Lei Bao's eldest brother was stronger than Yang Fann, it would not be too outrageous. At this moment, Yang Fann did not lack the ability to fight him. If Yang Fann was given some time, it would be hard to tell who would be taught a lesson!

"Bam!" "Bam!" "Bam!"

Yang Fann smashed fiercely, but Yang Fann did not vent his anger. Yang Fann raised his foot and stomped on Lei Bao. Yang Fann did not hold back at all. Every punch and kick of Yang Fann contained the strength of hundreds of cauldrons. He could easily smash a stone the size of a millstone into pieces!

"How savage! This Yang Fann is really too savage! Yang Fann is going to completely cripple Lei Bao!"

The surrounding servant disciples could not help but shiver. They looked at Yang Fann, who was constantly beating Lei Bao, and at the devil that seemed to have come from the abyss of hell. They swore in their hearts that they would never offend this powerful person in the future.

"Lei Bao is really too miserable! He's done for! Lei Bao will probably not be able to get out of bed for the rest of his life!"

A trace of pity flashed across the eyes of many servant disciples. However, for some reason, they felt a little happy and pleased in their hearts. Most of them had suffered at Lei Bao's hands before!

"Hahaha … So satisfying! So satisfying! Hahaha …"

Yang Fann looked at Lei Bao, who was completely unconscious like a pile of mud, and felt that he had become relaxed. Yang Fann was indescribably happy. He had vented all the grievances he had suffered in Lei Bao's hands in the past year.

Not only that, Yang Fann also discovered that after this battle, his Wild Bull Pulse Opening Fist had made a slight improvement. He had not understood the few changes before, but now he understood them instantly. He even vaguely saw the profoundness of the Transformation Stage.

In the next moment …

Yang Fann turned his gaze and looked at Luo Cheng and the others who were still shouting for Lei Bao to kill them. Lei Bao deserved to die, and these villains who were colluding with him were also unforgivable. They relied on Lei Bao's support to do many bad things over the years. They bullied many of their fellow disciples.

"Brother Yang, please spare us. Brother Yang, please spare us. We don't want to go against you. All of this was forced by Lei Bao. All of this was forced by Lei Bao…"

"Also, Luo Cheng, Brother Yang, they were the ones who instigated us to come here. Brother Yang, you have to believe us. Brother Yang, you have to believe us!"

"That's right! Brother Yang, all of this has nothing to do with us. All of this has nothing to do with us!"

"..."

In an instant, Lei Bao's ten or so lackeys all fell to their knees. They knelt in front of Yang Fann and begged him to get up. They pushed all the bad things to Lei Bao and Luo Cheng.

"You… You guys…" Luo Cheng, who was on the stretcher, was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes rolled back and he fainted again!

"They forced you to do this?" Yang Fann smiled coldly. A trace of disdain flashed across Yang Fann's eyes. Did they really think that he was an idiot? They were very happy to bully Yang Fann these days. Yang Fann should take revenge!

Soon, the wails that had just quietened down resounded once again on the hillside. The wails startled countless night owls in the mountains.

The night was still as usual, but no one knew that the fate of the people on the Ink Bamboo Peak had been quietly changed!

...

Near the peak of the Ink Bamboo Peak, there was a small courtyard that was a few acres in size. It was decorated exquisitely, and there were fake mountains, gardens, and ponds. This was the residence of the most powerful person on the Ink Bamboo Peak, the manager, Zhao Yiming!

The next morning, a group of injured people came to the manager's courtyard. Two of them were wrapped in gauze like rice dumplings. They were lying on two stretches of stretchery. The two of them were Lei Bao and his number one fighter, Luo Cheng.

Beside the two of them were Lei Bao's lackeys. All of them were wrapped in bandages and had plaster cast on them. Of course, compared to Lei Bao and Luo Cheng, their injuries were much lighter.

Standing in front of the group of injured people was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was dressed in fine clothes and had a refined appearance. Although his temples were slightly covered in frost, there was a faint heroic spirit between his brows, which was still very attractive. This person was none other than the manager of Ink Bamboo Peak, Zhao Yiming.

"What's going on? Could it be that there are other mountain servants coming to provoke us?" Zhao Yiming looked at Lei Bao, who looked no different from a mummy. Zhao Yiming was both shocked and angry. Lei Bao was the number one person on the Ink Bamboo Peak. Zhao Yiming still hoped that Lei Bao would save face for him in the Bronze Warriors' Lane ten days later. Now, Lei Bao had become like this. Not to mention saving face for Zhao Yiming, it would be great if Lei Bao did not embarrass Zhao Yiming!

"Manager Zhao, you have to help us. That bastard Yang Fann is simply not human …"

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