My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading Chapter 165 Round 2

Even though Hou ngyao had advanced his cultivation, Feng Fan remained brimming with confidence. With his trusty brick back at his side and his own cultivation reaching new heights, he felt unstoppable.

He was certain that the current him could crush his past self with just a single slap. The gap between the two versions of himself was imasurable.

Not only had all his previous techniques beco sharper and more refined, but a brand-new technique had been imprinted into his mind during his breakthrough. Unfortunately, he hadn't had the ti to master it yet, so he couldn't use it against Hou ngyao.

As Hou ngyao and Feng Fan prepared to clash, a firm voice broke through the tension.

"Fanfan! You better not dare hurt him!" Xue Qiang flew from above, placing herself between the two n.

Her spear pointed directly at Hou ngyao without a shred of hesitation. Even though she knew she wasn't his match, her eyes burned with defiance.

Monts later, Qian Xiaoli and Huang Xue arrived, hovering beside Xue Qiang in the air. Their weapons were also aid at Hou ngyao, standing as shields in front of Feng Fan.

"Hou ngyao, we'll take you on!" declared Qian Xiaoli, her voice steady.

Feng Fan felt a warm flutter in his chest. 'Three heavenly beauties protecting … What more could a man ask for?'

While he basked in the mont briefly, he quickly snapped back to reality. He knew they couldn't defeat Hou ngyao. This was his fight, not theirs.

A wicked laugh erupted from Hou ngyao. "Hahaha! Your won want to sacrifice themselves for you? How amusing. I'll make them regret it. I'll rape and torture them right in front of you. Oh, I can already picture your despair!"

Feng Fan's expression turned dark, his usual carefree deanor replaced with cold resolve. "Qinqin, Xiaoli, Huang Xue, step back. This fight is mine!"

The three of them hesitated, worry etched on their faces. It was clear they didn't believe Feng Fan stood a chance against Hou ngyao.

"Fanfan, I—" Xue Qiang began to protest, but Feng Fan cut her off with a sharp look.

"Believe in , okay? Have I ever lied to you?" he said, his voice steady, his expression utterly sincere.

He lied without a shred of sha.

His gaze was so convincing, so resolute, it could have swindled candy from children without effort.

Reluctantly, the three nodded and began to back away, leaving Feng Fan to face Hou ngyao alone.

But Hou ngyao sneered. "Did I allow anyone to leave?"

He infused his sword with heavens and sword qi, the power coursing through it began to create small rifts in the pocket dinsion's space.

In a flash, Hou ngyao appeared before the girls, his sword ready to cut them down in one swing.

Clang!

Feng Fan moved like lightning, stepping between them just in ti. The Suppression Relic blocked Hou ngyao's sword with a deafening impact. The collision of their powers caused space itself to distort violently, sending ripples across the dinsion.

"Hou ngyao, I'm your opponent!" Feng Fan declared.

Hou ngyao's brows furrowed in irritation. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

The man he considered nothing more than an ant was standing in his way, blocking him, despite all the power he had gained.

Just a day ago, Hou ngyao could have killed Feng Fan with a single slash. But now? The man's strength rivaled his own.

'How?!' Hou ngyao's mind raced, unable to comprehend the situation. 'He had been left half-dead, barely clinging to life. There was no way soone could recover from that and grow so much stronger in such a short amount of ti.'

'It shouldn't be possible,' he thought bitterly.' I am the Son of Destiny. I am the one chosen to achieve the impossible. Only I can display such miraculous results!'

Feng Fan, hearing Hou ngyao's self-absorbed delusions, smirked. "Confused, Hou ngyao? Don't worry, I'll put you out of your misery soon enough."

Still holding his weapon firmly against Hou ngyao's sword, Feng Fan suddenly lashed out with a kick.

A massive, muscular, and hairy leg materialized behind him, surging forward with trendous force. The leg's appearance was so vivid and detailed that it looked like a real limb rather than an illusory image.

Hou ngyao's eyes widened in terror as the massive, hairy leg barreled toward his crotch. A chill ran down his spine, and an overwhelming sense of dread consud him.

He flew backward, desperate to create distance between himself and Feng Fan. Yet, no matter how far or fast he moved, the leg seed to pursue him relentlessly, closing the gap with every second.

"N-No!" he roared in panic, swinging his sword in a desperate attempt to block the incoming attack.

His blade, brimming with the combined power of heavens and sword qi, capable of slicing through steel like butter, collided with the leg.

Clang!

The sound of impact echoed like tal striking an unbreakable wall. Hou ngyao's eyes filled with disbelief.

The feedback from the collision jolted through his hands, sending a sharp pain coursing through his arms.

It felt as though he had struck the hardest tal in existence, not a human leg, made of flesh and blood.

His grip faltered, his hands trembling under the strain. If not for the heavens qi coursing through his body, forcibly enhancing his strength, he would have lost his hold on his weapon entirely.

Feng Fan noticed Hou ngyao losing his composure and seized the opportunity. The brick in his hand cut sharply through the air, aid directly at Hou ngyao's head.

"Hou ngyao, congratulations—you just won the bingo! Here's your new hat, you bastard!"

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The Suppression Relic slamd into Hou ngyao's skull with brutal force. Blood sprayed from the impact as his cranium fractured.

His body was launched like a ragdoll, hurtling toward the river below.

Feng Fan wasted no ti and flew after him. As long as Hou ngyao was breathing, he would never let him go.