The five people clad in leather trench coats all turned their gaze toward Ning Fan, their eyes filled with wariness; they had come to realize that the strength of the young man before them was no simple matter.
The woman at the lead, who had a fiery figure, shouted, and the five of them coldly charged toward Ning Fan.
One of them, having already fought with Ning Fan, now had only one arm left, his Electric Whip having been taken by Ning Fan, and at this moment, he had switched to using a dagger.
Seeing all five of them rushing at him, Ning Fan let out a cold laugh and kicked the man in front.
With a thud, the man flew in an arc and crashed heavily into the highway's guardrail.
"Are you guys with Long Tianze?"
Ning Fan retreated, his body swaying left and right, dodging the combined attack of the five.
He mentioned Long Tianze because the armless fellow had let it slip earlier.
You must understand, not many knew of his identity as Ninth Master, and apart from Long Tianze, Ning Fan couldn't think of anyone else who would want to deal with Ninth Master recently.
Therefore, in Ning Fan's estimation, the Fang Guild was very likely the backing behind Long Tianze.
"Dead men needn't know too much!"
The one whose arm Ning Fan had severed lunged at him like a starving wolf, the air thick with the stench of the blood he was shedding.
With a crack, Ning Fan's Electric Whip made a sound in the air and then swung toward the one-armed warrior.
"Damn it!" The one-armed warrior only had a dagger to use, with an extremely limited range of attack.
Under the net created by Ning Fan's Electric Whip, the one-armed warrior could only retreat unwillingly at that moment.
But Ning Fan's whip was swift, and with a swish, it opened up a gash in the man's stomach.
"Not bad for a dog of the Fang Guild, quite the quick runner, tsk, tsk!"
Ning Fan mocked as he watched him, if he had been adamant about rushing over, he would have definitely been cut in half at the waist, and even if his head wasn't smashed to pieces, the man would most certainly be dead.
"Don't be so arrogant, do you know what you've gotten yourself into?"
The one-armed warrior touched his stomach, his hands covered in fresh blood, he forcibly stuffed his intestines, which almost slipped out, back in, then tore off a long strip of cloth from his trench coat and tied it around his stomach in a knot.
This crude technique truly surprised Ning Fan; only these guys, devoid of pain sensation, would use such a rough method for dressing wounds.
Seeing the man's complexion grow even paler, Ning Fan felt a sense of pity in his heart.
"Why don't you all attack together anymore?" Ning Fan flicked the Electric Whip, and the crackling sound burst in the air.
The five were very indifferent, they exchanged glances, and once again joined forces to attack Ning Fan from different directions.
One man fought against five, and the fully aware escort team members from the remaining two SUVs were itching to come down and help, but they also knew very well that going down would only cause more trouble for Ning Fan, at this point they could only silently cheer for him in their hearts.
The orange-colored Electric Whip in the air carried a sizzling sound as it lashed out, and the female among the five let out a cold laugh, a glint of triumph flashing in her eyes.
Two electric whips entangled together, rendering the most dangerous and troublesome weapon ineffective against the five of them, and the remaining four surged forward at this moment.
Ning Fan's eyes darted around, his gaze swiftly sweeping over the four men.
In the next second, four whooshing sounds echoed through the air as Ning Fan's legs lashed out like whips, sending the four men flying.
But quickly, the group got back up, and aside from spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, their expressions remained unchanged.
Having removed their sense of pain, there was no other way to make them lie down unless their ability to fight was completely taken away.
"Damn it, who the hell is this guy?!"
The one-armed warrior yelled, then charged at Ning Fan again, taking the lead.
But this time, Ning Fan showed no mercy at all, his Electric Whip cracking in mid-air, then, like a blade, it straightened and struck down at him.
With a wet slicing sound, blood flowed freely as the last remaining arm of the man fell to the ground, and the other four looked on in astonishment.
Ning Fan was too fast, leaving the group with no time to react.
The battle wasn't over yet, as Ning Fan began to counterattack, racing towards one of the remaining four men.
With a loud bang, another figure was sent flying, and the oppressive presence belonging to Ning Fan rose again in the air.
"I thought you might give me some trouble, but it seems I overestimated you!"
Ning Fan looked coldly at the five warriors from the Fang Guild.
Out of the five, two had already been toppled by Ning Fan. Even though they could not feel pain, their skills were still functioning normally, and there was more than one way to make them lose their ability to fight other than smashing their heads.
Ning Fan's dismissive words reached the ears of the five men, but they couldn't muster any will to retort.
His strength greatly exceeded the five men's expectations. They were desperate to defeat him, but Ning Fan faced them with an ease that suggested they were no trouble to him at all.
Without both arms, the severely bleeding warrior felt weak for the first time; he held a dagger in his mouth, still not giving up the notion of continuing the fight.
This sight made Ning Fan reflect; the Fang Guild's warriors could fight to the last moment not only because of the pain suppression technique but also due to the ideology, or rather, the brainwashing they instilled in every warrior.
"What a pity, you've messed with the wrong person, that thing does not belong to you." Ning Fan stood proudly before the five men.
He felt the whip in his hand and found a button, turning off the electric current. With a snap, he cracked the whip in the air again, then wrapped it around a discarded car nearby.
The car, weighing tonnes, was wound up by the whip and hoisted into the air by Ning Fan.
The hoisted SUV was hurled toward the five men, and as it fell from the sky, Ning Fan's figure disappeared behind it.
The five men didn't dare to be careless in the face of the rapidly falling car, and all of them scattered to dodge it.
With a thunderous crash, dust flew, and smoke filled the air as the car utterly shattered. The five men, who had been together, were now widely separated.
The warrior who had lost both hands was gasping for breath; he had never imagined feeling as drained as he did today, and it was all thanks to Ning Fan.