The Young Master Sto Chapter 281 Fei Liang Takes the Stage1

Chapter 281: Chapter 281 Fei Liang Takes the Stage_1

"Kid, where do you think you’re running to!"

Chen Fang bellowed, pursuing once more with the idea to defeat Ning Fan in one fell swoop forming in his mind.

If he could defeat Ning Fan here, his status in the eyes of Fei Zhongzhi, Fei Liang’s father and the Alliance Hierarch of the Martial Alliance, would certainly rise by a lot!

However, just as Chen Fang caught up, he saw Ning Fan suddenly halt and raise his right palm.

"Idiot."

Ning Fan sneered coldly, unleashing all the Spiritual Power within his body without reserve, directing it all towards Chen Fang.

"To death with you!"

Chen Fang roared, raising his palm to et the attack, as all his Inner Strength likewise burst forth.

Their palms collided in mid-air.

"Ah!"

The very next second, Chen Fang let out a scream, flying backward like a cannonball and landing heavily outside the ring.

"Puh!"

Just as he tried to sit up, another mouthful of blood spewed out violently, his chest and abdon deeply caved in, blood streaming profusely as he lay powerlessly on the ground.

With just one palm strike, Ning Fan had severely injured him!

"You, how can you..."

Struggling, Chen Fang looked towards the ring, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Standing on the edge of the ring with a cold smile Ning Fan said, "Weren’t you trying to wear

down, to delay ? I reckon, you could at most delay

by three seconds."

Wow!

Chen Fang spurted out another mouthful of blood, his frustration turning to unconsciousness as he passed out on the spot.

In the crowd, Fei Liang’s gaze darkened as he called for another Martial Alliance mber.

"Xie Yong, it’s the sa request, delay for ti."

Xie Yong, too, was a Second Rank Grandmaster. He leapt onto the stage, but instead of giving up the offense, he ran frantically, darting across the ring so quickly that his figure was like a ghostly phantom, almost producing afterimages.

His strength was not much different from Chen Fang’s, having seen Chen Fang severely wounded by a single move, he dared not confront Ning Fan directly and had to use his best movent technique to delay the ti and exhaust Ning Fan.

"Humph, my technique, the Ghostly Phantom Technique, even if you are a Second Rank Grandmaster, there’s no way you can catch !"

He believed that with such powerful strength Ning Fan would definitely have a weak point in movent!

How could there be an all-rounder in the world?

Ning Fan saw through Xie Yong’s thoughts with one glance, sneered coldly, and with a light tap of his toes, his figure also started to flicker around the ring.

"This!"

Xie Yong’s eyes bulged, watching Ning Fan’s even more elusive figure in disbelief, as his jaw nearly dropped to the ground.

How could this kid’s movents be faster than his own?

Before he could react, Ning Fan’s icy voice already sounded behind him.

"What did you just say your technique was?"

Boom!

Before Xie Yong could respond, Ning Fan had already lightly struck him in the back with a palm.

Powerful Spiritual Power erupted violently!

Wow!

Xie Yong let out a scream as blood sprayed from his mouth, and he was sent flying out of the ring, landing flat on the ground with limbs spread, passing out on the spot.

Among the exclamations of the onlookers, Ning Fan slowly turned and looked down towards Fei Liang.

"Fei Liang, if you want to deal with , co up to the ring yourself. Don’t hide below like a rat!"

Being called out publicly by Ning Fan, Fei Liang’s face turned incredibly dark, his gaze ominously somber.

Yet even so, he still did not enter the ring, instead calling over two more Martial Alliance mbers to continue challenging Ning Fan.

These two were even more powerful, but together they lasted less than three minutes before Ning Fan sent them flying out of the ring.

"Strange..."

After sending the last Martial Alliance mber flying, Ning Fan suddenly frowned slightly.

He felt that sothing was wrong with his body, his blood starting to race out of control...

And moreover, his movents had clearly begun to slow down. Otherwise, to defeat those two guys wouldn’t have required nearly three minutes.

Below the ring, Fei Liang saw all of Ning Fan’s reactions and finally his lips curved up, revealing a sinister smile.

Whoosh!

He stamped his foot, leaping onto the ring and standing in front of Ning Fan.

"You’ve finally got the guts to co up here," said Ning Fan coldly.

Fei Liang leaned close to Ning Fan’s ear, lowering his voice with unstoppable smugness in his eyes, "Ning Fan, oh Ning Fan. Do you think I’ve been delaying just because I’m scared of you? Are you starting to feel your movents slow down, your reactions becoming sluggish?"

"What have you done?" Ning Fan’s expression darkened, sensing sothing was off.

"Heh, I’ll tell you why! Of course, it’s because I’ve had soone poison you long ago!"

Fei Liang was brimming with pride, "Now, the poison has begun to take effect! Prepare to die obediently!"

Poisoned?

Ning Fan’s brows knitted tightly as he quickly searched his mory.

It could only have been that bottle of mineral water he had drunk recently!

"Despicable bastard! To use such shaful and nasty thods!"

Ning Fan was furious, realizing he had underestimated the depths of Fei Liang’s shalessness.

"Hehe, what does it matter if a thod is despicable or not, nasty or not? As long as it kills you, it’s a good thod!"

Fei Liang smiled viciously, stamping his foot and charging at Ning Fan.

He knew that with Ning Fan’s strength, he might have a chance to cure the poison over ti, so he wouldn’t give Ning Fan the chance, attacking hastily.

"Kid! Today, I’ll let you see for yourself the thods of this Young Alliance Master!"

Fei Liang sent forth both of his palms, each strike carrying imnse Inner Strength, like surging waves roaring as they struck at Ning Fan.

Affected by the poison in his body, Ning Fan’s speed had slowed, unable to dodge, and was forced to et the strikes with his own palms.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two exchanged three successive palm strikes, each collision causing a muffled boom in the air.

Wow!

At the last palm strike, a sweetness rose in Ning Fan’s throat, and he vomited a large mouthful of blood, stumbling several steps backward and unable to hold on any longer, he knelt on one knee.