The once luxurious Chinese restaurant had suddenly become a battlefield, and the fight between Ning Fan and Teng Zhong and his three comrades was more than this place could bear.
It was as if a demolition crew had passed through, with every room's walls breached, leaving total disarray. It seemed the restaurant was about to turn into a pile of ruins.
"This guy is a monster, isn't he!"
The four still standing simultaneously had this thought.
No matter how many times they repelled Ning Fan, it was only temporary; before long, Ning Fan would appear before them again.
After a battle, both Ning Fan and Teng Zhong's group inevitably sustained several injuries.
Standing in what resembled the wake of a tornado, Ning Fan looked a complete mess, covered in dust, with his clothes torn in several places.
"Teng Zhong, are you all alright!"
From a distance, Teng Feiyue's voice rang out, entering the ears of the few, accompanied by footsteps—Teng Feiyue was walking towards them.
"Miss, don't come here!"
Teng Zhong yelled, as a shadow suddenly darted past the three men in front of him and pounced directly at him.
The figure went straight through the upper and lower floors, leaving a huge hole in the floor, where Teng Zhong was now pinned to the ground by Ning Fan.
Seizing the moment when Teng Zhong was distracted, Ning Fan, like a venomous snake, revealed his fangs and coiled to pounce on Teng Zhong, carrying him through the floor directly to the lower level.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Teng Zhong spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and a tiny venomous snake shot from his sleeve towards Ning Fan's neck.
With a snap, Ning Fan swung his hand, instantly turning the snake into a spray of blood, followed by a burst of blood mist in the air.
Dark, sticky blood fog spread through the air, bringing a foul smell that swiftly enveloped the area. Ning Fan, sensing trouble, immediately covered his nose and mouth and sealed the acupoints in his left hand with Silver Needle.
Ning Fan's left hand was already pitch black, the venom from Teng Zhong's snake able to penetrate the skin and enter Ning Fan's body, truly malicious.
"I really underestimated your ability!"
Looking at the severely injured Teng Zhong on the ground, Ning Fan frowned and coldly snorted, thinking that this man was extremely deceitful and unpredictable. He even had a poisonous substance that, by exploding, could attach its toxic blood to a person's skin and penetrate the body, truly hard to guard against.
Fortunately, Ning Fan reacted swiftly and, being immune to hundreds of poisons, managed to handle it in time, temporarily confining the venom in the blood vessels of his left hand.
Just as Ning Fan was about to deliver a deadly blow, suddenly, three figures jumped down from the upper floor; they were Teng Xi, Teng Nan, and Teng Bei.
Teng Zhong also stood up at that time. Worthy of being an expert at the Intermediate Stage of the Object-Manipulating Realm, even though he took a full blow from Ning Fan and was severely injured, he still had the strength to fight.
"Get Miss Feiyue out of here!"
Teng Zhong gritted his teeth and spoke, his gaze toward Ning Fan icy cold. After all, he had been careless, distracted at such a critical moment and giving Ning Fan the opportunity to strike.
As for feeling that Ning Fan was despicable, Teng Zhong had no such naive thoughts. They were sworn enemies, and this battle was a matter of life and death. Moreover, it was four against one. The consequences for the losing side were unimaginable. Was there really someone who would reason with a sworn enemy in such a situation? This was no duel; there were no such rules!
"Such loyalty in protecting your lord. It's a pity you were born in the wrong place!"
Ning Fan said with a laugh, though his laughter was devoid of any warmth, not mocking but regretful.
Each served their master. There was nothing much to say about that, and now was not the time to discuss right and wrong. Their stances were simply different, and besides, he had to face the Yunteng Family eventually.
"Enough of the nonsense. Listen to me, take Miss Feiyue and go. Teng Xi and I will stay behind."
Teng Zhong didn't care about what seemed like Ning Fan's mocking words. At this moment, the situation inside his body was dire, with a stream of True Qi rampaging and damaging his meridians. Even he didn't know how long he could hold on.
Previously, the four of them couldn't defeat Ning Fan in a short time, let alone now with him as a burden. Teng Zhong was very clear-headed. There's a saying, "As long as the green hills last, there will be wood to burn," and moreover, Teng Feiyue must leave this place. If she fell into Ning Fan's hands as well, the Yunteng Family would be completely at a disadvantage.
Teng Zhong held considerable prestige among the four, and Teng Nan and Teng Bei exchanged glances. While keeping an eye on Ning Fan, they slowly retreated backward.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the large hole in the ceiling. It was Teng Feiyue, with a beautiful face. Teng Nan and Teng Bei leapt up fiercely, jumping through the hole into the second floor.
Teng Nan grabbed Teng Feiyue's arm, apparently intent on forcibly taking her away.
On the other side, Teng Bei also grabbed her other arm. They merely spoke symbolically, completely disregarding Teng Feiyue's feelings, and with one on each side, they directly jumped out of the window and swiftly escaped.
In the main hall of the Chinese restaurant's first floor, Ning Fan did not pursue Teng Nan and the other. He still had two troublesome opponents in front of him. Even if he caught up, he would have been held back by these two, so it was better to think about how to capture them instead.
An Object-Manipulating Realm Intermediate Stage expert and another half-crippled in the same stage, Ning Fan sneered. Dealing with these two was just a matter of time in his view.
Ning Fan didn't rush to take action. First, he used Silver Needle to prick several blood holes on his left hand, then used True Qi to force out all the Venom from the back of his hand. He did not want to cripple one of his hands in fighting them. After all, they were experts of the same Realm as him; using just one hand would be too disrespectful.
"They ran far. What about you two? Are you ready to become my prisoners as well?"
Ning Fan scoffed, clenching his fists as though warming up, ready to strike at any moment.
He had temporarily changed his mind, not planning to kill these two, but intending to capture them all and bring them back to the Shadow Team's base to meet Teng Huayang and Teng Dong.
Teng Zhong and Teng Xi exchanged glances, their faces covered in cold sweat. At this moment, they were somewhat apprehensive, seemingly unsure of their ability to defeat Ning Fan.
But since they had reached this point, they couldn't afford to overthink. Now, they could only brace themselves and face the challenge.
The next second, Teng Zhong and Teng Xi attacked from different directions, their figures shooting forward like arrows.