Chapter 157: Total Annihilation

Staring at Yang Fan before him, Black Wolf felt a surge of apprehension and deep shock.

During their previous head-on collision of fists, he had pushed his power to its absolute limit. Although he hadn't expected to kill Yang Fan with a single blow, he at least thought he could inflict some injuries. Yet, the outcome was utterly unacceptable to him.

In their very first clash, he had suffered a massive defeat.

As their fists met, a tremendous shockwave erupted, sending Black Wolf’s massive frame hurtling backward—a full ten paces.

And Yang Fan? He remained completely unscathed, standing composed and resolute in his original spot, his feet seemingly rooted to the ground without shifting an inch.

This clearly showed that Yang Fan’s physical strength far surpassed Black Wolf’s.

"You've got some strength," Black Wolf muttered, shaking his somewhat numb arm before charging at Yang Fan once again.

The moment Black Wolf moved, Black Pearl, standing off to the side, sprang into action as well.

She knew all too well that Black Wolf could never hope to kill Yang Fan on his own; only by joining forces would they stand a chance.

"Insects," Yang Fan sneered as he watched the two charging figures.

In a flash, Black Wolf closed in, unleashing a flurry of frantic attacks against Yang Fan. His fists whipped through the air with fierce momentum and brutal force.

Opting for hand-to-hand combat, Yang Fan pressed close to Black Wolf, his fists striking out as fast as lightning.

Black Wolf’s punch hit nothing but air, followed immediately by a fierce rush of wind. Shocked, he hastily crossed his arms to block.

*Bang!*

A heavy fist slammed into Black Wolf’s arm with a resounding crash.

Overwhelmed by pain, Black Wolf’s face twisted in agony as he scrambled backward.

Simultaneously, Black Pearl lunged forward, delivering a ferocious kick aimed straight at Yang Fan.

She was wearing black leather boots, the tips of which concealed razor-sharp blades.

Leaning backward to evade the attack, Yang Fan suddenly lashed out with his left fist.

With a loud thud, Black Pearl took the full force of the blow to her abdomen and was sent flying through the air.

In the split second before she was knocked back, she flicked her wrist, releasing a hidden weapon that hurtled toward Yang Fan’s throat.

It was a dart-like projectile coated in deadly poison. If that venom entered the bloodstream, death would be inevitable.

Stamping hard against the ground, Yang Fan rapidly slid backward, dodging the hidden weapon with ease.

His gaze sharpening, he ignored Black Pearl and surged toward Black Wolf instead, radiating a murderous intent that exerted immense pressure on his opponent.

Circulating his cultivation technique, Yang Fan elevated his aura once more, a faint golden light enveloping his body. His fists, in particular, shone with an even brighter radiance.

Sensing a profound crisis, Black Wolf immediately tried to increase the distance between them, but his speed was still far inferior to Yang Fan's.

In less than a second, Yang Fan was right in front of him, bringing his fist down toward Black Wolf’s chest with savage power.

Before the blow even landed, the sheer force of the wind it generated caused Black Wolf’s heart to skip a beat.

He could feel the terrifying, unimaginable power contained within that single punch.

Realizing it was too late to dodge, he could only cross his arms defensively across his chest to weather the blow.

*Boom!*

*Crack!*

*Argh!*

The fist landed on Black Wolf’s arms with brutal force, producing a deafening impact, followed by the sickening sound of snapping bones and a piercing shriek of agony.

With a whoosh, Yang Fan leapt high into the air to evade a pair of incoming hidden weapons.

Landing steadily on his feet, he lost all interest in Black Wolf and whirled around to finish off Black Pearl.

Seeing her dual hidden weapon attacks miss their mark entirely, Black Pearl’s expression shifted drastically, replaced by a cold wave of dread.

Her darts—which had never missed a target—had failed against this young man twice in a row.

Worse still, Black Wolf’s arms had been shattered by a single blow, drastically reducing their combat effectiveness.

As Yang Fan closed in rapidly, Black Pearl felt the urge to retreat.

Could she escape?

Before Yang Fan, she had zero chance of fleeing.

Having reached the late stage of Qi Refining, combined with the powerful cultivation techniques he wielded, his speed far outpaced others at the same realm.

His explosive power was several times greater than that of his peers.

In less than two seconds, Yang Fan caught up to Black Pearl. Realizing escape was impossible, she had no choice but to turn and fight.

Yet the battle was entirely one-sided. She stood no chance of winning against Yang Fan.

Before trading even two blows, she took a direct strike to the chest. Her ribcage shattered, and her heart was instantly pulverized.

Having dispatched Black Pearl, Yang Fan turned his chilling, murderous gaze back toward Black Wolf.

Sensing the killing intent in Yang Fan's eyes, Black Wolf was consumed by terror.

At that moment, he finally realized he had crossed paths with an absolute grim reaper. Coming to Yanhuang had been a grave mistake.

They always said Yanhuang was a mysterious land teeming with extraordinary individuals; it seemed the rumors were true.

The young man before him was nothing short of a monster, possessing overwhelming strength.

With both arms broken, Black Wolf had no path to victory left. Death was the only thing awaiting him.

He didn't attempt to run, knowing full well it was futile.

Closing the distance instantly, Yang Fan delivered a punch straight to Black Wolf’s chest, shattering his heart in an instant.

Pressing a hand onto Black Wolf’s head, Yang Fan began devouring his soul.

The dying screams quickly faded, and Black Wolf perished completely.

Leaving behind a faint afterimage, Yang Fan sped off in a new direction.

The instant he left, a bullet struck the exact spot where he had been standing.

The sniper was too far away to be detected by his soul perception, but Yang Fan knew the general direction and dashed toward it at high speed.

Atop a distant high-rise building, Jason watched Yang Fan sprinting rapidly in his direction, his expression shifting slightly.

He realigned his scope, squeezed the trigger, and watched the bullet tear through the air directly toward his target.

Moving in a zigzag pattern, Yang Fan left Jason utterly unable to secure a clear shot.

After missing three consecutive rounds, Jason realized he could no longer hold his ground and abandoned his sniper rifle.

Those three missed shots had given Yang Fan enough time to close the distance, bringing the sniper well within the range of his soul perception.

Firmly locked on by Yang Fan's spiritual awareness, every single movement Jason made was under the latter's complete control.

By the time Jason spotted him, Yang Fan was already twenty meters away.

He was merely a sniper; although his close-quarters combat skills were decent, he was a tier below Black Wolf and Black Pearl.

Faced with Yang Fan, Jason was destined for only one outcome: death.

Eliminating Jason swiftly, Yang Fan departed the scene, found a quiet spot to restore his original appearance, and then strolled casually toward the Su Yan Coffee Shop.

After meticulously grooming herself, Lin Susu arrived at Shunping Street and located the coffee shop.

Stepping inside, she saw Yang Fan already seated at a table, upon which sat two cups of cappuccino.

Yang Fan waved at her.

Seeing him, Lin Susu felt a trace of awkwardness. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she appeared somewhat shy.

Deep down, she was still nervous; after all, she had no idea where they would go after the movie.

"You look beautiful," Yang Fan said with a smile as he looked at her.

Dressed in stylish attire today, Lin Susu exuded a youthful and vibrant charm.

Her natural beauty naturally drew the gazes of many patrons around them.

"Thank you," Lin Susu murmured with a shy smile, taking the seat opposite him and lowering her head.

"Give me your hand," Yang Fan requested.

"Ah?" Caught off guard by the request, Lin Susu blinked in confusion. Her face flushed a brilliant crimson, and her heart began to hammer wildly against her ribs.