"Ouch, that was close! Good thing I dodged fast, or my handsome face would be hard to preserve,"
Ning Fan slightly turned his head, avoiding Baby Hai's punch filled with immense rage.
With a carp's flip, Ning Fan leapt up from the ground and took off running. If it came to speed, he was nearly as fast as when he had carried Baby Hai on a bicycle and overtaken a motorbike.
"Ning Fan, you just remember this, I won't let you off the hook! Next time I see you, it'll be either your death or mine!"
Even after running a good distance away, Ning Fan's scalp still tingled from Baby Hai's terrifying shriek.
"This female T-Rex, her voice is way too loud, seriously disturbing the peace here,"
Ning Fan stopped in his tracks, a slight smile on his lips as he murmured, "Heh, I've been on the losing end against you before, so why would I pass up an advantage now? You really think I'm dumb? I'm just naïve, but not to the point of falling for the same trick twice. Beating a graceful retreat is undoubtedly the right move!"
His cunning plan successful and having swindled several kisses from Baby Hai, Ning Fan was in high spirits as he hummed a tune on his way back to the villa.
The moment he entered the small courtyard of the villa, Ning Fan's brow furrowed instantly!
"A sense of killing intent!"
Although Ning Fan rarely fought with others, his keen senses made him exceptionally sensitive to such violent auras!
The top warrior serving by Huo Qiuran's side!
A cold-hearted swordsman in Jianghu, his blade technique was nothing short of magical.
"What's he doing here?"
Ning Fan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, curious about his purpose for coming.
The stern killing intent grew stronger, and Ning Fan heightened his alertness as he gave Xiao Jianming a cold look and asked, "What do you want? It doesn't seem like you're particularly welcome here."
A crisp sound rang out as the blade left its sheath!
Xiao Jianming's gaze was icy as he drew one of the several long swords from behind his back and handed it to Ning Fan, his lips curling into a very cool sneer, "Fight me."
Ning Fan frowned slightly, taking the sword that Xiao Jianming handed over and spread his hands helplessly, "You came all this way just to fight me?"
Xiao Jianming, undiminished in pride, coldly said, "You are the first man to make Sister Huo cry tears of sadness. I want to see for myself whether you are worthy of her tears!"
After these words, Xiao Jianming's frosty face suddenly showed a flicker of pain.
As Huo Qiuran's number one swordsman, and one who also secretly loved her, Xiao Jianming felt the pain.
He had lived his life with the sword and sought to solve problems with it, which was understandable.
Thinking this, Ning Fan was somewhat relieved.
A few days earlier, when Ning Fan had met Huo Qiuran, her tears had fallen profusely because Ning Fan had put on an indifferent face and refused to acknowledge her.
"Everyone says you are a legend of Jianghu called Ninth Master, but I haven't seen what's so great about you. Make your move, I want to see if you are as good as they say, or nothing but a fraud!"
Xiao Jianming held his sword across his body and said in a cold voice.
"So boring, I'm not interested. I'm not one who loves fighting. Just leave, and I'll pretend you were never here,"
Ning Fan threw the sword to the ground, waved his hand dismissively, and showed a bored expression on his face as he waved and prepared to leave.
If he agreed to every challenge that came his way, when would he have time to take care of his own matters?
This Xiao Jianming really seemed to have a screw loose.
Thinking this, Ning Fan walked away.
"Stop right there, you coward, take this!"
Xiao Jianming saw that Ning Fan was completely ignoring him, which made his heart burn with rage. He swung his blade with a sharp whoosh, aiming directly for Ning Fan's back.
In his mind, since he had already given a verbal warning, it wouldn't count as a sneak attack.
But Ning Fan was starting to feel a tinge of annoyance.
"The face I offer you heed not, courting death you are!"
Ning Fan slightly turned his body, narrowly dodging Xiao Jianming's blade in a split second, his face already showing a hint of anger.
"How much longer do you plan to keep dodging!"
His blade having missed, Xiao Jianming showed no discouragement and swung his sword again, his mouth working non-stop, taunting and provoking Ning Fan, agitating his nerves.
"Enough already, as noisy as a fly, completely oblivious to whether I can take it!"
Ning Fan was thoroughly angry now. With a slight force in his calves, he leapt into the air, picking up a withered branch from the ground in the process.
"Fighting me with a withered branch, even if you are the Ninth Master from the legends of the Jianghu, this is too arrogant and conceited!"
Xiao Jianming was even more furious, having never been so belittled by anyone!
Although Ning Fan was known as the Ninth Master in the Martial World, Xiao Jianming didn't know him previously, he had just heard of him, and how formidable he truly was, Xiao Jianming would find out with one try!
"I think, this is enough."
Ning Fan said coldly, the withered branch as his sword, thrusting out!
In that moment, it was as if the world had fallen into silence!
The withered branch in Ning Fan's hand, as if infused with magic power, actually clashed with Xiao Jianming's blade without showing any sign of weakness.
The sound of the withered branch and the blade colliding even gave off a metallic clank.
Before Xiao Jianming could make a second move, he felt a numbness in his wrist, and the handle of his blade dropped from his hand. As he looked up, the withered branch in Ning Fan's hand was already positioned against his neck.
It was just a withered branch, but Xiao Jianming did not dare to take it lightly; he even suspected that the branch in Ning Fan's hand was as sharp as the blades he had brought with him!
"Ninth Master... truly lives up to his reputation; I have lost!"
After a long silence, the always proud Xiao Jianming finally lowered his head and admitted his defeat.
He had come aggressively, carrying a three-foot blade, but was defeated by a withered branch casually picked up by Ning Fan.
The disappointment in Xiao Jianming's heart was imaginable.
Without waiting for Ning Fan to speak again, Xiao Jianming, still full of pride, closed his eyes and said, "I lost, so kill me."
Ning Fan gave a bitter smile, effortlessly tossed aside the withered branch, and clapped his hands, saying, "Why would I kill you? If every person who lost once had to be killed, wouldn't I become a bloodthirsty butcher? Go on, get out of here. I still need to have dinner, I won't keep you around."
Staying in the villa's courtyard for a few minutes, Xiao Jianming then picked up his blade with a dejected look and turned to leave.
"See that? That's the Ninth Master's strength."
Just as Xiao Jianming was leaving the villa yard, head downcast, a cold voice suddenly rang in his ear.
Xiao Jianming looked up in surprise and said, "Sister Huo, you're here!"
Huo Qiuran smiled faintly, her eyes brimming with playful laughter as she said, "With the Ninth Master's unfathomable strength, it's no shame that you are not his match. Not just you, even the current number one master of the Martial World might not be able to defeat the Ninth Master."
Although Huo Qiuran said this casually, it left Xiao Jianming immensely shaken!