The square-faced man's figure flickered, and he lunged at Ding Fan.
It should be known that the cultivation of the square-faced man was at least of the Earth Level Fifth Grade, a kind of martial artist considered a superpower in the Secular World. Being mocked by a young man who appeared much younger and told he was unworthy of being called a superior, how could he not be furious?
The momentum of the square-faced man was not weak. As he charged forward, the atmosphere around him began to change, a testament to the charisma only powerful figures possessed.
With a swift motion, the square-faced man reached Ding Fan and raised his foot, aiming a direct kick at Ding Fan's abdomen.
This kick was truly both fast and ferocious.
The force of this kick was so great that not only could it strike a person, but if it were to hit a rock, it would shatter the rock into pieces.
The square-faced man believed his movement was fast enough, and his kick was fierce enough. Ding Fan, as far as he could unveil, seemed to have only Earth Level First Grade cultivation. Thus, the square-faced man thought that this kick could cripple, if not kill, Ding Fan.
Just as the square-faced man's foot was about to hit Ding Fan, Ding Fan did not dodge or flinch; instead, he directly kicked towards the oncoming foot of the square-faced man.
This was a classic case of a head-on collision.
The square-faced man initially paused, but soon a cruel smile appeared on his lips, convinced that with his cultivation, he could split Ding Fan's leg in two with a single kick.
The legs of the two men collided solidly.
However, instead of the scene where Ding Fan's leg was supposed to break, as the square-faced man had imagined, a heart-wrenching pain surged from the square-faced man's leg.
The square-faced man hastily withdrew his right foot, but as he tried to stabilize his stance, the moment his right leg took the body's weight, it snapped. Unsteady, the square-faced man fell to the ground.
"How… how is this possible…" The square-faced man looked at his right leg in disbelief.
At that moment, his right leg hung limply; aside from the excruciating pain, the square-faced man couldn't control his right leg at all.
The square-faced man had only exchanged a single kick with Ding Fan, but after that one kick, his leg was kicked into breaking…
Now, the square-faced man stared in shock at Ding Fan across from him.
Ding Fan stood there as if nothing had happened, his eyes coldly fixed in this direction.
The square-faced man was in disbelief. Ding Fan was only about twenty-two or twenty-three years old, yet he could break the leg of an Earth Level Fifth Grade martial artist with a single kick…
This undoubtedly required immense strength.
"Who sent you?" Ding Fan now walked over, his tone casual as if the act of breaking the square-faced man's leg was none of his doing.
"You will find out nothing from me…" Despite his broken leg, the square-faced man's expression remained resolute.
Seeing the square-faced man this way, Ding Fan was reminded of someone he had encountered on the island before, the Mustached Man, who had also been equally resolute.
"Ghost Warrior..." Ding Fan said quietly as he looked at the square-faced man.
Originally, the mustached man had mentioned that he was a Ghost Warrior. Although Ding Fan didn't yet understand what exactly a Ghost Warrior meant, his mention of the term now was mainly intended to probe the square-faced man.
Sure enough, as soon as Ding Fan said the words 'Ghost Warrior', the expression of the square-faced man immediately grew grave.
"You actually know..."
Ding Fan remained calm. "Tell me everything you know."
After hearing Ding Fan's words, the square-faced man snorted coldly. "Since you know about the Ghost Warriors, trying to get more information from me, don't you think that's a joke?"
Ding Fan looked at the square-faced man. "I have ways to open your mouth. The people who followed Cheng Bufan were your men. If I hadn't pried their mouths open, how could I be here now..."
As Ding Fan spoke, he intentionally paused. Then he continued, "Changsheng..."
When the square-faced man heard the words "Changsheng," he began to look nervous. "How... how is that possible... How could you possibly get information from the mouth of a Ghost Warrior..."
The square-faced man found it hard to believe what Ding Fan was saying, but recalling the words 'Changsheng' that Ding Fan had just mentioned, he felt there must be some truth to it. If it were not from someone within, who else in this world would know about Changsheng?
"I have a most cruel method, which is to open up the brain hole. I can use a secret technique to read all the information stored in your brain... You wouldn't want me to use this secret technique because once used, that person will certainly die," Ding Fan said indifferently.
Upon hearing Ding Fan's words, the square-faced man couldn't help but tremble involuntarily.
Opening up the brain cavity to directly access information was overly cruel. Just thinking about that scene, the square-faced man's scalp started tingling.
Actually, Ding Fan didn't know any such secret technique; he had just made it up. The reason he said this was simply to force the man to spill everything he knew.
However, the square-faced man wholeheartedly believed in the existence of such a secret technique. In his eyes, if Ding Fan did not possess this technique, how could he possibly know so many secrets? The rıghtful source is 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝘯𝘦𝘵
"Even if I tell you, I would still die..." the square-faced man pondered for a moment and sighed.
Ding Fan knew that since the square-faced man spoke this way, he must be faltering.
"If the secret technique is applied, your death will be even uglier..." Ding Fan said indifferently.
The square-faced man furrowed his brows tightly, and finally, as if having made a large decision, nodded and said, "Fine, I'll tell you!"
"Tell me everything about your Ghost Warriors," Ding Fan asked.
Deep down, Ding Fan felt that there must be a significant connection between the Ghost Warriors and Jin Minchong, so first, he needed to understand what exactly a Ghost Warrior was.
For an organization that could deploy an Earth Level Fifth Grade Martial Artist for surveillance, it couldn't possibly be simple.
The square-faced man nodded. "The so-called Ghost Warriors are warriors whose principal souls have been sealed... We are driven by others, yet we dare not defy, else we scatter to the winds, never to return..."
Ding Fan's brows twitched slightly on hearing this, using soul control over warriors...
In the Cultivation World, there are also such people who control others by taking over their principal soul to ultimately control their bodies, but such practices belong to Evil Cults and usually invite purges by Cultivation forces...