"You, you!"
The muscular man in the black vest widened his eyes, feeling intense pain from his body, a pain he had never experienced before.
He looked at Jiang Fan in disbelief.
This brat in front of him was merely a weak, easily bullied fisherman whom he hadn't paid any attention to before.
He originally thought he could bully him as he did before.
But in the blink of an eye, this brat had turned around and stabbed him to death.
He opened his mouth, initially wanting to say something.
But the intense pain spread throughout his body, making him unable to utter a word.
With a thud, his body fell heavily to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.
His eyes were wide open, seemingly unwilling to die.
"What?!"
Seeing this scene, Zheng Wenbing and his two subordinates had their pupils contract, they hadn't expected such a drastic change to occur.
In just a moment, one of their companions was stabbed to death.
This brat in front of them seemed to have transformed from a sheep into a starving wolf, making them shiver.
"Why did you force me?"
"Why did you come to force me?"
"Living well, why did you come to seek death?"
Jiang Fan held a sharp silver dagger in his hand, fresh blood still dripping from it, as he released a terrifying killing intent, his eyes seemingly devoid of emotions, as calm as a viper.
"Courting death."
The two muscular men beside him were furious, filled with anger; they were not intimidated by Jiang Fan but were immensely enraged.
A mere fisherman dared to kill one of their companions, it was simply audacious.
They took out a sharp black saber from their bodies and charged towards Jiang Fan.
It seemed they intended to cut Jiang Fan down with a single slash.
"Your speed is too slow."
Jiang Fan looked calmly at these two muscular men, feeling that his cultivation of the Soaring Snake Technique had greatly enhanced his five senses, especially when encountering danger, the enhancement was astonishing.
In his eyes, the movements of these two muscular men were like slow motion.
Even though he hadn't learned any martial arts.
But the so-called martial arts are nothing more than faster speed and greater strength.
As long as one masters these two points, that is the strongest martial art.
There's no need for all those flashy things.
Swish!
In an instant, Jiang Fan took a step, flashed lightly, and easily dodged the slash from the two muscular men.
A slash across the throats of the two muscular men.
It was like slaughtering a chicken, lightly cutting the chicken's throat.
The blood from the throat sprayed out as if it was free.
"Uh~~ uh~~"
The black sabers in the hands of the two muscular men fell down heavily, they clutched their bleeding throats trying to stop the incessant flow of blood, but to no avail.
They stared at Jiang Fan, utterly terrified.
But due to the leakage in their throats, they couldn't say anything, just fell to the ground and died.
"You're not an ordinary person, you're a martial artist."
"A Skin Tempering Realm Martial Artist."
"When did you, a small fisherman, learn martial arts techniques?"
Zheng Wenbing looked incredulously at his three loyal subordinates, in just the blink of an eye, his three subordinates were killed by this kid, this was not something ordinary people could achieve.
It means that this kid has definitely practiced martial arts.
Otherwise, he couldn't have mastered such force and speed.
"You talk too much."
Jiang Fan completely ignored the two dead muscular men and walked directly towards Zheng Wenbing.
After all, this time it's either you die or I survive.
However, his sixth sense told him that Zheng Wenbing was not a match for him, he could definitely fight.
"Ridiculous, do you think you can kill me?"
"Although I don't know where you learned martial arts techniques."
"But I am Zheng Wenbing, a Skin Tempering Realm Martial Artist who has been practicing Iron Sand Palm for over ten years."
"How could a brat like you, at seventeen or eighteen, compare?"
"Let me show you what a truly powerful martial artist is like."
Zheng Wenbing sneered.
He circulated the qi and blood in his body, his muscles bulging, his hands seemingly cast from steel.
With Iron Sand Palm, he became a small leader in the Dragon King Gang.
There's no telling how many lowlives he's killed with these hands.
Thud!
In an instant, he suddenly stepped forward and struck towards Jiang Fan with a palm.
This palm was majestic and vigorous, containing a force of a hundred jin.
If it hit the chest of an ordinary person, it was enough to shatter their bones and rupture their viscera.
His hands were the strongest weapon of his body.
Swish!
Jiang Fan suddenly moved, his whole body generating a terrifying explosive force, he kicked with both feet, his whole body jumping like a snake, extremely fast.
Before Zheng Wenbing could react, he came behind him, then with a reverse slash, easily penetrating through his back, directly piercing his heart.
"Impossible."
Zheng Wenbing looked down, incredulously at his pierced chest, feeling bewildered.
Clearly, he was also a Skin Tempering Realm Martial Artist, why was there such a huge gap with this guy?
The power and speed were completely inferior.
Not even on the same level.
At this moment, a surge of intense pain quickly spread throughout his body, it was an unprecedented agony.
"Help, help me."
Zheng Wenbing looked at Jiang Fan beside him with terror, regretting to the extreme.
If he had known that this man possessed such terrifying martial prowess, he wouldn't have provoked him even if he was beaten to death.
Who could have imagined this fisherman, usually bullied, now was capable of killing him?
But now it was too late for anything.
However, Jiang Fan said nothing, just quietly watched him.
Because he knew well that this guy wasn't begging for mercy, he was just afraid of dying.
If this guy had the upper hand, he wouldn't be this way.
Thud!
Just a breath later, Zheng Wenbing couldn't hold on any longer, his body fell heavily to the ground, eyes wide open with endless regret and unwillingness.
He hadn't imagined this was just a simple robbery, yet it cost him his life.
At this time, the four members of the Dragon King Gang who attempted to rob Jiang Fan were all dead here.
"I am surprised I feel no fear or panic."
"Only calmness."
"Is this all thanks to the Soaring Snake Technique?"
Jiang Fan was very calm, when he operated the Soaring Snake Breathing Technique, he felt himself in an incredibly calm state, like a venomous snake waiting to strike.
That's why he could remain calm in battle, finding opportunities for the killer strike.
Even after slaying the enemy, he felt nothing, just as if he was hunting prey.
He didn't know if this was good or bad.
But thanks to this state, he could kill these four members of the Dragon King Gang.
And survive smoothly.
Honestly, in this terrifying world, one needs to be a bit ruthless to live better.
Kindhearted people do exist, but many times they die off.