“Little brother, don’t panic…” Lin Fan smiled calmly, stretching out his hand to signal not to be nervous.
Regarding the cultivation technique “Monkey Steals the Peach,” Lin Fan truly felt grateful toward Wang Xiaoliu. If it weren’t for Wang’s generous sharing of this technique, perhaps Lin Fan wouldn’t have come this far so smoothly.
This technique was incredibly powerful—beyond the usual meaning of the word. Over the years, it had given Lin Fan countless advantages.
As for why Wang Xiaoliu himself had failed to grasp its essence, Lin Fan had always felt puzzled. Perhaps this technique had been tailor-made specifically for him.
The other members of the “Punching Bag Party” from the Saint Devil Sect looked at this person with slight surprise, vaguely recognizing him but unable to place him immediately.
Back in the Saint Devil Sect, although Lin Fan was quite famous as a punching bag, not everyone knew him. Now, two years later, many of the former punching bags had been killed by disciples of the Heaven-Earth Sect, leaving only a few remaining.
…
“Who are you?” a Heaven-Earth Sect disciple glared coldly at Lin Fan.
They hadn’t expected this person to know the punching bags, which seemed rather strange.
“Xiaoliu, did this sect participate in the annihilation back then?” Lin Fan ignored the disciple’s question, turning instead to Wang Xiaoliu.
“They did. This is the Heaven-Earth Sect,” Wang Xiaoliu quickly replied.
Just as Wang Xiaoliu finished speaking, the Heaven-Earth Sect disciple’s face darkened. With a furious shout, he swung his sword toward Wang Xiaoliu’s head.
“Hmph!” Seeing the disciple dare to attack, Lin Fan roared in anger, instantly vanishing from sight and pulling out a pair of specially made gloves from his bag.
“Monkey Steals the Peach!”
In the blink of an eye, before anyone could see clearly what had happened, the disciple was already writhing on the ground, clutching his crotch and screaming in agony.
To this disciple, it felt as if all hope had vanished from the world, a deep sorrow flooding his heart.
“Xiaoliu, you gave me ‘Monkey Steals the Peach’ back then. Today, I’ll use this move to show you just how powerful it can be,” Lin Fan had originally intended to kill the disciple with one strike, but now changed his mind.
He felt that he should give Wang Xiaoliu some confidence.
Wang’s family technique had been passed down for generations, yet no one had managed to grasp its true essence, leading to its gradual decline. If it wasn’t allowed to shine now, Wang might lose all hope in this ancestral technique.
Lin Fan had advanced “Monkey Steals the Peach” to “Reversing Heaven and Earth,” with infinite subtleties. But the original instinct of “Monkey Steals the Peach” could never be overshadowed. Today, he would suppress the advanced form, letting the original technique shine at its strongest.
Wang Xiaoliu stared blankly at Lin Fan, shocked that his big brother actually used “Monkey Steals the Peach” to defeat an enemy.
At this moment, Wang suddenly felt like crying.
He had always believed deep down that his family’s technique was powerful, but generation after generation had failed to grasp its subtleties, making it seem like a cheap trick to outsiders. Yet now, in his leader’s hands, he saw hope.
Wang Xiaoliu looked at the Heaven-Earth Sect disciple rolling on the ground in pain, feeling a strange emotion stir within him.
Could this be the true power of “Monkey Steals the Peach”?
“Xiaoliu, ‘Monkey Steals the Peach’ is an incredibly powerful technique. It can ignore all defenses and inflict unbearable pain on the opponent,” Lin Fan said calmly.
Wang Xiaoliu gazed silently at Lin Fan, then looked again at the disciple, his heart suddenly surging with excitement.
This was the power of his ancestral technique, “Monkey Steals the Peach”—truly magnificent.
The Heaven-Earth Sect disciples around them, witnessing this scene, instinctively took several steps back.
Seeing their senior brother’s pitiful state, their hearts chilled.
What a ruthless move.
“Ahh… it hurts so much…” The disciple screamed in agony, his face rapidly turning pale, as if death itself had already reached for him.
He even felt like he would die if he didn’t keep his hands on his crotch.
The pain was unbearable.
“What impudent brat dares to cause trouble in my Heaven-Earth Sect?” Just then, several figures suddenly appeared on the training ground in the distance.
“Master… Elder…”
Looking at the newcomers, Lin Fan’s lips curled into a cold smile, especially at the sight of the sect leader—someone Lin Fan would never forget.
“Who are you?” Heaven-Earth Zi looked at the young man before him, then at the disciple rolling in pain, frowning as he angrily demanded.
At Heaven-Earth Zi’s arrival, Wang Xiaoliu and the other punching bags felt their hearts tremble. Deep down, they feared this man.
He was terrifying.
At the same time, Wang Xiaoliu and the others couldn’t help but feel anxious.
Although they knew their big brother was strong, even after two years of growth, they weren’t sure if he could match Heaven-Earth Zi.
“Master, why bother talking to him? Whoever dares intrude into Heaven-Earth Sect should be captured first,” said an elder with a slightly bald head.
“Heh. Since when has this place belonged to your Heaven-Earth Sect? It should still be the Saint Devil Sect,” Lin Fan said, looking at Heaven-Earth Zi.
A raging fire burned in Lin Fan’s heart, but he slowly suppressed it.
Killing him too easily would be too merciful.
Later, he would make sure to torment this man properly, letting him experience the Lin-style torture.
As soon as Lin Fan spoke, Heaven-Earth Zi and the others’ expressions changed. “Who exactly are you?”
Although two years had passed, Heaven-Earth Zi and his men couldn’t shake an ominous feeling.
“Take a good look. Remember me now?” Lin Fan said calmly, locking eyes with Heaven-Earth Zi.
Looking at Lin Fan, Heaven-Earth Zi’s expression suddenly changed, as if something clicked in his mind. “It’s you! You’re that survivor!”
“Survivor? That term feels a bit awkward. Well, I guess I am,” Lin Fan replied with a helpless smile.
“The Divine Blood is on you,” Heaven-Earth Zi’s face darkened as he laughed loudly. “Heaven has a path but you refuse to walk it. Hell has no door, yet you insist on entering. We’ve been searching for you for two years, and now you actually come willingly. Truly effortless gain.”
Hearing mention of the Divine Blood, Lin Fan’s heart flared with anger. He had already absorbed it, yet he hadn’t discovered its true power—it felt as if it were useless.
The Saint Devil Sect had been destroyed because of this Divine Blood.
Not worth it… It was simply not worth it.
Heaven-Earth Zi carefully examined Lin Fan. His aura seemed weak, indicating his cultivation wasn’t particularly high. Over the past two years, the Nine Great Sects had been searching desperately for this person, yet he had vanished without a trace.
That old man from the Saint Devil Sect, the Sect Patriarch, truly had some skill to hide someone so thoroughly.
“Big brother…” Wang Xiaoliu looked at Lin Fan with concern.
Lin Fan waved his hand, smiling as he stepped forward. “Heaven-Earth Sect Leader, that’s right. I came willingly. What? You wouldn’t be thinking of killing me, would you?”
Looking at Lin Fan, Heaven-Earth Zi burst into laughter. “As long as you behave, I promise you’ll live.”
In Heaven-Earth Zi’s eyes, this guy had been a nobody two years ago. Even if he had some luck in the past two years, how strong could he really be? Naturally, he didn’t take him seriously.
But just then, a voice rang out.
“Monkey Steals the Peach.”
“Ahh…”
In that moment, everyone was stunned beyond belief at what they saw.
Heaven-Earth Zi, who had been excited just moments ago, suddenly wore a look of extreme horror.
As if the most tragic event in life had befallen him, he clutched his crotch and slowly, slowly squatted down.
A heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the Heaven-Earth Sect.
This cry was filled with sorrow and pity—there was no greater tragedy in the world than this.
Lin Fan paid no attention to Heaven-Earth Zi’s pitiful expression. Slowly turning his head, he looked at Wang Xiaoliu.
“Did you see that? The essence isn’t about charging head-on, but catching them off guard—grabbing straight for the vital spot. Of course, for health reasons, you should always prepare gloves in advance. You never know what diseases these malnourished old men might carry.”
Wang Xiaoliu looked at everything in stunned silence, then slowly nodded.
“Father, our family’s ‘Monkey Steals the Peach’ has finally flourished. Even the leader of a major sect has fallen victim!” Wang Xiaoliu gazed into the sky, tears streaming down his face. This was a manifestation of pure excitement.
At the same time, he finally grasped the essence of “Monkey Steals the Peach.”
Cunning and striking when they least expect it.
Such a simple principle—why hadn’t they understood it all these years?
Generation after generation had lived in vain.
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