Chapter Eleven: Transcending Ranks to Slay Enemies

  "Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully leveled up and killed the enemy, earning 10 points of merit value." Wang Yong crashed to the ground, followed by the cold system prompt sound echoing in Fang Yan's mind.

  "One is dead, and there's another." Wang Yong was killed instantly. Fang Yan had a cold expression on his face as he gazed at Gao Jie in the distance. Gao Jie was one of the six people who had reached the eighth level of Qi Refining. If he could take care of this person, then the remaining four would not be worth worrying about.

  "Fang Yan, you killed Wang Yong, this time you're dead for sure." Wang Yan couldn't help but shriek out loud, Wang Yong was one of the few high-level practitioners in the Wang family who had reached the eighth level of Qi refinement.

  Fang Yan made a sudden jump, pouncing towards Gao Jie. The surrounding Gao family members were furious, swinging their weapons at Fang Yan.

  "Get out of my way." Fang Yan saw Gao Quan and others intervene, suddenly shouting angrily, the collapse mountain fist was opened and closed, forcing various sharp attacks to open, and the opening mountain fist directly attacked Gao Jie not far away.

  "Fang Yan, you useless thing, I want you dead." Gao Jie regained his composure from Wang Yong's tragic death and furiously scolded Fang Yan, swinging his knife to strike him. Previously, he had underestimated Fang Yan and suffered a small loss, but now he would not be so careless again.

  Gao Jie was determined to avenge his past humiliation and kill Fang Yan, cutting off the roots of the Fang family.

  "Die!" Fang Yan shouted loudly, and the true energy inside his body burst out violently. His fist shook the sky as he engaged in a fierce battle with Gao Jie.

  "You've mastered the Bung Buu Kuen to the level of a Grandmaster? How is this possible? You, a useless person, how can you possibly master the Bung Buu Kuen to the level of a Grandmaster?" Fang Yan's fist style could move mountains and split the earth, with the power of Bung Buu, his energy shot out in all directions.

  The Gao family has a top-notch knife technique called the Tiger Soul Knife. Gao Jie is the legitimate son of the Gao family, and he has been practicing this Tiger Soul Knife for many years, immersing himself in the knife technique. Now, he has only cultivated it to the level of perfection, but the two are fundamentally not on the same level of existence. A master's realm can transform decay into magic, and with the addition of the Bongshan Fist being fierce and overbearing, after a round of attacks, he was almost suppressed at a disadvantage, only occasionally able to counterattack once in a while.

  "What are you still stunned for, come and help quickly!" Gao Jie was completely suppressed. If he continued to fight, he would definitely lose. He had no choice but to swallow his pride and ask for help from his companions around him.

  Lianqi six layers, Fang Yan is not an ordinary Lianqi six layers. The most powerful one, the eighth layer of Lianqi, has already been killed by him. One of them is still severely injured, and the other four are more or less injured from fighting against the three-stage poisonous python. Fang Yan doesn't take them seriously at all. Seeing the opponent's chaotic attack, he doesn't use any tactics. He starts to dodge using his body technique, and when he can't dodge anymore, he just hard-fights back, because he is walking on a path of brute force, where only the opponent gets hurt.

  "Heaven and earth are opened." Fang Yan launched the strongest move of Bongshan Fist, the fierce and powerful aura forced all opponents to retreat. When facing Gao Jie's attack, he revealed a flaw, which was seized by Gao Jie. The long knife in his hand flew out and stabbed towards Fang Yan.

  Fang Yan wanted exactly this effect, rolling on the ground, brushing past the long knife that was thrown at him, and with a bounce, he drew out the long sword from behind his back and stabbed towards Gao Jie.

  Fang Yan was like a drill, propelling his footsteps and spinning rapidly towards Gao Jie. The speed was so fast that it left people speechless. Gao Jie had no way to dodge, he could only retreat and escape, but did he manage to escape?

  At this moment, Gao Jie, who was less than five zhang away from Fang Yan, suddenly let out a miserable cry. Fresh red blood spurted out, and a blood-red long sword pierced through his chest.

  Gao Jie turned around, a look of terror spreading across his eyes. He couldn't understand how Fang Yan had managed to do this, and how he hadn't been able to dodge the long sword that was thrown at him.

  Gao Jie fell to the ground, and then the cold system prompt sounded in Fang Yan's mind. "Congratulations, host, for successfully killing an enemy of a higher level, and obtaining ten points of merit value."

  "Fang Yan, you killed Gao Jie, you will not die a good death."

  "Everyone, let's go now. He is already at his last gasp. Let's join hands and kill him to avenge Gao Jie and Wang Yong." Wang Yanjiao shouted, with a fierce glint in her eyes. Today, this matter cannot be settled peacefully. Fang Yan has come to take revenge.

  As soon as Wang Yan's stern voice fell, the remaining four Qi-refining Seventh-Order cultivators knew that Fang Yan could kill Qi-refining Eighth-Order cultivators like Gao Jie and Wang Yong, he must have consumed some of his energy, and he was definitely not an Eighth-Order cultivator. Otherwise, he wouldn't be hiding and ambushing them. Having figured this out, they steeled themselves, suppressed the shock in their hearts, and swung their weapons at Fang Yan.

  Fang Yan held his sword, and the Water Shadow Sword was unleashed. All that could be heard was a series of crisp ringing sounds, as the sword shadows overlapped each other, like a water curtain. Fang Yan's offensive was like a raging storm and also like a continuous gentle rain, blocking everyone's attacks.

  "Mountain collapse!"

  Fang Yan's right hand held a sword, and his left hand suddenly punched out. Wang Yan's body was on the left side of the Qi Refining stage, and the seven-layered high-ranking disciple of the Gao family was blown away, with blood splashing everywhere. He wasn't an eighth-level Qi Refining cultivator, so he couldn't withstand Fang Yan's Mountain-Crushing Fist.

  The swordsmanship complemented the collapse of Mount Fist, and Fang Yan's momentum was unstoppable. In the blink of an eye, he had severely injured two people again. Only Gao Quan and Wang Yan were left, and Fang Yan was even more in his element. The Water Shadow Sword was displayed, and on the opponent's body, several wounds were added out of thin air.

  A burst of Mount Bao Fist was thrown out, the fist shadow enlarged, and quickly rushed towards Wang Yan. All that could be heard was a "bang!" sound, as Wang Yan's body flew like a broken kite, her delicate body shaking violently, heavily crashing into a sturdy tree trunk. The terrifying force made her feel dizzy, and the long sword in her hand fell to the ground.

  After defeating Wang Yan, Fang Yan threw the long sword in his hand at the young master of the Gao family who was crawling out of the weeds. Without asking for life or death, he launched a crashing mountain fist, and with just three moves, he killed Gao Quan.

  "Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully leveled up and killed an enemy, earning 8 experience points."

  "Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully leveled up and killed an enemy, earning 8 experience points."

  ……

  Cold system prompts kept ringing out, Fang Yan beheaded the injured Gao family disciples one by one, and in the blink of an eye, he obtained more than 30 points of merit value.

  Fang Yan held his sword, and the ancient long sword still had scarlet blood dripping from it. Fang Yan walked calmly towards Wang Yan under the tree, who was now the only one left of the six people, five of whom had been killed by Fang Yan.

  "Fang Yan, what are you going to do?" Fang Yan's white long shirt was a bit disheveled, and his handsome face wore an evil smile. Wang Yan saw him walking towards her with a terrified expression, and loudly scolded him.

  Cough! Wang Yan's full and firm chest heaved, her blood surging restlessly inside, her entire right arm almost numb. As she gazed at Fang Yan walking towards her, a sense of despair crept up her heart, all hope lost. She knew that Fang Yan was taking revenge for the previous plot against the Gao and Wang families, his ruthless killing of their young masters still fresh in her mind.

  "Don't worry, you're not going to die yet, you still have some use." Looking at the other's terrified face, Fang Yan continuously scanned back and forth on his body before saying calmly.

  "What do you want to do? If you dare move me, Yan Rantang's sister won't let you go, and Gao Jin will also kill you." Fang Yan's eyes were somewhat evil, Wang Yan was like a startled deer, shrinking into a ball.