I Can Merge Techniques-Chapter 66 - 65: If I Hurt You, You’d Better Bow Your Head

Chapter 66: Chapter 65: If I Hurt You, You’d Better Bow Your Head

"You’re right."

Chu Fan withdrew his gaze and looked at Ling Feng. His tone was as flat as a still pond, betraying no emotion. "A person must know their own limits."

"Getting injured while sparring with your brothers in the gang is better than being cut down by an enemy and fed to wild dogs."

He raised his eyes, his gaze suddenly as sharp as a blade.

He arched an eyebrow, an undeniable sense of pressure in his look. "So if I injure you, you’d best submit meekly!"

Ling Feng’s expression darkened.

His nostrils flared slightly, and the corner of his mouth twisted into a mocking sneer.

Chu Fan turned to look at Zhao Tianxing. His gaze fell on his chest, pausing for a moment before he asked, "Are you all right?"

"I’m fine." Zhao Tianxing coughed, the vibration in his chest aggravating his injury. He couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan.

He raised a hand to rub his chest, his fingers stained with specks of blood. He forced a smile. "I was careless..."

"I thought it was just a normal spar."

"I didn’t expect him to go for a killing blow the moment he saw an opening—"

"If I had treated him like a tiger or leopard from the start, I could have killed him!"

Chu Fan didn’t speak, only giving a slight nod.

He knew Zhao Tianxing wasn’t just talking tough.

Just then, a short, stout youth called over a wiry one, and the two supported Zhao Tianxing by his arms.

Zhao Tianxing’s steps were unsteady, but he still turned to grin at Chu Fan. "Be careful. That kid’s ruthless."

Ling Feng smiled too.

He had wanted to spar with Chu Fan from the beginning, but Zhao Tianxing intercepted him, forcing him to fight Zhao Tianxing first.

Now that Chu Fan had delivered himself to his doorstep, it saved him a lot of trouble.

’First, I’ll defeat Zhao Tianxing, then I’ll defeat Chu Fan.’

’From then on, no one in the younger generation of the Seven Stars Gang will be able to outshine me!’

Ling Feng sized Chu Fan up from head to toe.

His gaze swept from the tips of his hair to the tops of his shoes, as if appraising merchandise.

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly. "You’ve only been in the Seven Stars Gang for forty days, but your Essence, Qi, and Spirit have really shaped up..."

"You’re the one who’s shaped like shit! Your whole family is shaped like shit!" Chu Fan’s eyebrow twitched as he cut Ling Feng off, deliberately emphasizing the word "shit."

Ling Feng’s mouth twitched violently, and his expression grew even uglier. "You seem pretty arrogant..."

Chu Fan’s expression was indifferent. "You talk too much."

A vein throbbed on Ling Feng’s temple, like a small worm squirming under his skin.

He took a deep breath, his chest swelling and then deflating. The words were squeezed through his clenched teeth, "I’m not much of a talker..."

Chu Fan looked up. "Then shut up."

"..." Ling Feng actually did shut his mouth, his face ashen!

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind...

’Beat this ignorant bastard to death!’

’Beat him to death right here, right now!’

Just then, a cold wind swept past, carrying withered leaves with it.

Li Qingxue emerged with small, measured steps, her brow slightly furrowed. "Chu Fan, don’t act on impulse."

"Ling Feng broke through to the Blood Nourishing Realm months ago."

"You don’t need to fight him."

She hadn’t stopped Zhao Tianxing from fighting Ling Feng because even though Zhao Tianxing had just joined the Seven Stars Gang, his Qi Blood Power was already comparable to the Blood Nourishing Realm.

Moreover, Zhao Tianxing had been a Hunter for many years, so his practical combat experience far exceeded that of Ling Feng and the others.

When the two later started fighting, she could tell at a glance that Zhao Tianxing had already broken through to the Blood Nourishing Realm. Even if he lost to Ling Feng, it would only be by a hair’s breadth.

But Chu Fan...

Suddenly, a steady voice rang out from behind the crowd, carrying an undeniable force. "Let them fight."

Everyone turned around.

They saw Cao Feng approaching at a slow pace, his hands clasped behind his back.

His long, blue-cloth robe swayed in the wind. His steps weren’t fast, but each one was exceptionally steady.

The crowd instantly grew excited.

Many couldn’t help but clench their fists, their eyes gleaming with anticipation—this was going to be a rare and spectacular show!

"It’s a spar between fellow gang members. Don’t go too far."

Li Qingxue tossed out the remark and turned to walk to Cao Feng’s side.

’Don’t go too far?’

Ling Feng glanced at the departing Li Qingxue, a cruel smile gracing his lips.

’If I use a heavy hand, at this distance, even if Li Qingxue wanted to save Chu Fan, she wouldn’t make it in time!’

Ling Feng tilted his head back slightly, his chin raised. He took two steps back and slowly spread his arms, assuming the opening stance of the Twelve Forms Fist.

Strangely, Chu Fan made no move at all. He just stood there, his hands still hanging naturally at his sides as before.

The surrounding crowd held their breath, not daring to even breathe too loudly.

Flames of excitement burned in the eyes of many.

The cold wind swept up a few withered leaves from the ground, sending them spinning past everyone’s feet and adding to the tension.

Cao Feng turned his head to look at Li Qingxue, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Qingxue, who do you think will win?"

"What?" Li Qingxue froze, her eyes snapping up to meet Cao Feng’s, full of astonishment.

’These two? Is there even a comparison?’

’When Chu Fan beat Jiang Yuanfan, it was mainly because Chu Fan used trickery, on top of Jiang Yuanfan being weak himself.’

’To this day, I still remember Jiang Yuanfan’s frustrated expression afterward.’

’If they had fought a fair and square match, Jiang Yuanfan might not have lost.’

’And Ling Feng broke through to the Blood Nourishing Realm months ago. His strength and talent are far superior to Jiang Yuanfan’s!’

’Now, even Zhao Tianxing has been injured by him, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth...’

’How could Chu Fan possibly have a chance to win?’

’One had to remember that Zhao Tianxing had fought beasts in the mountains since he was a child; his foundation and combat experience were far stronger than the average person’s.’

’And he was on the verge of breaking through to the Blood Nourishing Realm. Even if there was a gap between him and Ling Feng, it wasn’t a large one.’

’Although Chu Fan’s Comprehension of the Sword Dao is extremely high, this is a fistfight. How could he possibly beat Ling Feng?’

Seeing his niece remain silent, Cao Feng pressed, "Well then, how many moves do you think Chu Fan can last against Ling Feng?"

Li Qingxue looked up, her tone firm and without a hint of hesitation. "He won’t last five moves."

"Let’s make a bet, then." Cao Feng smiled. "I bet Chu Fan will win."

"If I win, you owe me three hundred silver."

Li Qingxue’s face was expressionless. "I’m not betting."

"Are you scared?"

"I have nothing to be scared of."

"You’re not confident in your own judgment."

"...Fine, it’s a bet!" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

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「In the training ground.」

The anger in Ling Feng’s eyes intensified!

He had already assumed the opening stance of the Twelve Forms Fist, his arms tensed.

But Chu Fan, his opponent, hadn’t made the slightest move. Even his expression hadn’t changed!

The feeling of being looked down upon sent Ling Feng into a furious rage!

His chest heaved violently, and his breathing grew heavy.

’A guy who hasn’t even reached the Blood Nourishing Realm dared to look down on him like this!’

’This is outrageous!’

WHOOSH!

Ling Feng spoke no more. He stomped his feet, seizing the center line, and lunged forward with a punch—a Tiger Form Crushing Fist—smashing viciously toward Chu Fan’s face!

Utterly fearless, Chu Fan tilted his head to the left, dodging the fist.

The wind from the punch rustled his hair as he slammed his right shoulder violently into Ling Feng’s chest—

It was the Bear Form Mountain Collision!

The force, like a mountain crashing into the sea, made Ling Feng grunt in pain. His qi and blood churned, and his body stumbled backward uncontrollably, nearly toppling over!

"Horse Form Stomping Kick!"

Chu Fan strode forward and sent a vicious front kick straight into Ling Feng’s left shin!

A horse possesses the power of swift hooves and the courage of a gallop.

In a life-or-death battle, the Horse Form Stomping Kick could shatter an enemy’s leg bone in a single blow!

Ling Feng let out a pained shriek as his body tilted forward uncontrollably!

"Cyan Dragon Tail Swing Turn Elbow!"

Chu Fan roared inwardly. He spun like a top, his right elbow whistling through the air as it smashed brutally into the head of the falling Ling Feng!

"BAM!"

Ling Feng howled in agony again, his scream even more wretched than before.

Blood sprayed wildly from the corner of his mouth, splattering on the ground and staining the accumulated snow red.

’Die!’

Chu Fan’s figure flickered, closing the distance like a phantom. He raised his right foot, about to stomp down on the chest of the defenseless Ling Feng on the ground!

Everyone was stunned...

A total beatdown!

A complete and utter beatdown!

Ling Feng, the so-called "genius," couldn’t even withstand a single move. He was utterly powerless to fight back!

"Stop!"

A furious shout erupted from the crowd.

A longsword cut through the air, its blade glinting with a cold light as it flew like an arrow toward Chu Fan’s back!

The hair on Chu Fan’s neck stood on end, and he spun around abruptly!

In the nick of time, a figure flashed across the field.

"CLANG!"

The Cold Moon Lone Shadow Saber transformed into a silver streak in the air, striking the longsword down with a single slash. The sword’s blade fell to the ground with another CLANG!

Li Qingxue, holding her Long Saber, turned to look coldly toward the southwest, her voice filled with killing intent. "Zhou Ye, are you tired of living?"