The Favored Son of Heaven

Icy cold raindrops fell from the clouded skies onto the bodies of every martial artist. However, that chilling cold was incomparable to the chills that came from the Golden Triangle martial artists’ hearts. A ten-star martial artist had actually defeated an eleven-star martial artist in a head-on attack.

Ka ka…Ka ka…

People looked at the air that solidified instantly into ice around Qin Fen’s fist and still couldn’t believe this sight. The Nitrogen Freezing Magic had only solidified this man’s fist into a crystal. Otherwise, it seemed to have not hurt a single hair on his body.

“Old Qin…” Xue Tian coughed twice.

Xue Tian’s bent waist straightened up slowly. His pale face, together with his blood-stained body, carried an indescribable sharpness and handsomeness, “This battle is my one-man show. You should stay by the side and not steal my spotlight. Thank you.”

This person still wants to fight? The Golden Triangle warriors looked at Xue Tian with utmost shock. A man who could barely stand actually still insists on fighting alone?

“Young Master Tian…” Qin Fen shook his head gently, “How about we fight together?”

“Together?” Xue Tian’s mouth slanted to the side, and his eyes evaluated Qin Fen again and again, “How about you rest a little longer?”

Rest? Qin Fen’s body had returned to his normal physical state, yet it seemed that Xue Tian’s unordinary sharp senses had not decreased even the slightest, even after being injured to this extent. He could actually notice the internal situation that other martial artists couldn’t see.

The moment the Nirvana Marrow Transformation was successful. The strong new force and the stimulation of the body function caused the debilitated cell bodies to seem like it had been injected by a stimulant. The injuries looked like they had recovered fully in that instant, and the punch was beyond any usual punch.

However, the success of the Nirvana Marrow Transformation was not a mythical elixir in an old monk’s gourd that could restore everything into its original state once completed.

Now, this moment had already passed, and the rate of cell activity in Qin Fen’s body was decreasing rapidly. Although his internal injuries were much better with the Nirvana Marrow Transformation, they were still not cured fully. It was only because of the Nirvana Marrow Transformation that the body seemed as if it wasn’t hurt.

Comparing the two bodies properly, Qin Fen’s injuries were even more serious than Xue Tian’s. The percentage of his usual strength that he could release in his attacks now was still a true unknown.

“I think…” Qin Fen smiled faintly, “There’s no need to rest. Let’s fight together.”

“Alright! Let’s compete and see who could fight against more people.”

Xue Tian and Qin Fen smiled at each other, and the Golden Triangle martial artists felt as if an illusion appeared before their eyes. The militant pride from these two young men who were pressing their backs against each other made them feel a heartfelt admiration.

“Xue Tian, now that Qin Fen is awake, it wouldn’t be considered holding you back if I were to participate now, right?”

Du Peng’s cold voice traveled into everyone’s ears. He also came to the vicinity of the battle ring with just a few steps.

The martial artists of the Golden Triangle looked at Chen Feiyu who was not too far from Du Peng with even more fear. This martial artist who never spoke had a gruesome murderous aura, and the danger was still above that young man who spoke.

Four people against less than forty people.

The battle participants between the two sides were no longer as disparate as before, but the combat power had not improved too much. Qin Fen was still injured heavily. Du Peng’s strength could probably only handle a one-on-one. He might lose in a one-against-two, and would only suffer serious injuries if he fought against three.

Chen Feiyu was far stronger than Du Peng. There wasn’t a big problem of self-protection in battle, but if he were to have a better battle record… there wasn’t enough time.

Qin Fen was clear that Chen Feiyu’s qualifications were considered extraordinary. Unfortunately, he had known him for too little time. If I had known him for a little while longer, and if the set of techniques I designed for him were cultivated a little longer, there could be a reverse in today’s outcome. 

Now… Qin Fen twitched the corner of his mouth gently, I’m afraid the four of us would not even compare to a single healthy Xue Tian. 

A red spear slashed through the drizzle. With the bursting sound of a sharp whistle, he stuck the spear fiercely into the sand near Qin Fen.

Two-thirds of the Joji Spear was inserted deep into the sand. The remaining spear body that was exposed out of the sand trembled slightly, causing a buzzing sound.

“Qin Fen’s life is mine. I will kill whoever wants to kill him!”

The cold voice passed through the cold raindrops, and the taste of deep hatred was painful to the ears of the Golden Triangle martial artists.

Anthony laid on the ground and looked at the young martial artist who appeared on this rainy day. It is apparent that he was filled with hostility and killing intent toward Qin Fen. Yet he’s being so difficult. He’s not going to kill Qin Fen… instead, he was going to kill the Golden Triangle martial artists. What is going on?

Mourad Tschick? Qin Fen raised his eyebrows, shocked. The person he initially thought had left after watching the battle of Young Hades had now reappeared at this moment.

Long long long… 

Tianbei City People’s Hospital’s helicopter that was used specifically to save people hovered over the crowd at this moment, and a few black shadows dropped rapidly from a height of less than twenty meters.

Dong dong dong… 

Every time a black shadow hit the ground, the blood and sand would be blasted high into the sky. The hearts of the Golden Triangle martial artists were shaking even more aggressively.

“You guys…” Xue Tian was surprised to see Little Dragon King Yang Lie, Sky Splitter Brooks, Xing Wuyi, and the others who dropped from the sky, “Weren’t you guys…”

“There’s someone in charge of the rear matters at the hospital, so we came.” Xing Wuyi pushed the gold-rimmed spectacles on the bridge of his nose, recalling the scene that happened in the hospital not long ago.

“These people are here to kill Qin Fen, right?”

Young Hades, who was lying on the hospital bed, sounded very weak. Xing Wuyi felt that if it wasn’t for his martial skills, he might not have been able to hear what he was saying clearly.

“Yes.” Xing Wuyi didn’t have any intention to hide anything.

Hades was still as he looked at the ceiling, “He’s no longer here, right?”

“How did you know?” Xing Wuyi was very surprised.

“He…” Hades’ laugh had a tinge of sadness, “Not too long ago, I suddenly couldn’t feel his presence anymore.”

Xing Wuyi looked at Young Netherworld King silently. This person, who could cross Venus freely and was undefeatable among the younger generation, still had his deep roots. Even if he had been beaten up by Qin Fen to the point where he might never be able to practice martial arts again, he could still feel whether Qin Fen was still in this hospital or not.

“Are you worried about him?” Hades couldn’t turn his head. The bones of his neck didn’t break completely, but he couldn’t turn his neck as they still had a lot of cracks.

Xing Wuyi nodded simply, “Yeah.”

“Bring the others to go after him then. There’s this Golden Dragon Uncle Chen here, he’s enough to attract and contain everything here.”

“You…” Xing Wuyi couldn’t believe what he heard. Young Hades was injured heavily by Qin Fen to the point where his road of martial dao could be ruined, yet he still chose to help Qin Fen at this time?

“Is it strange? There’s nothing strange about it.”

Hades’ eyes were clear and bright, and a gentle light slid in it, “If Qin Fen were to die like this, Jia Jia will be very sad, right? Of course…”

Hades slowly closed the only eyelid he could control freely. His faint voice had now increased gradually in pitch, “If he were to die like this, my life goal would be cut into half. Let him stay alive for now…”

Can Hades still stand up again? Xing Wuyi was puzzled and shook his head to shake off the previous memory temporarily. His eyes, filled with sly wisdom, scanned the forty Golden Triangle martial artists that remained.

Brooks, Yang Lie, Solomon, Caesar…

In a short moment, the situation on the battlefield by the beach had changed suddenly. It became from four against forty to ten against forty in the blink of an eye.

Qin Fen and Xue Tian smiled. A smile also appeared on the other young men’s faces. Although they were still disadvantaged in terms of numbers, the ending of this battle was no longer going to be a pyrrhic victory for the Golden Triangle in exchange for a great price. It was now a blur, and no one knew who the last man standing would be.

Anthony laid on the ground, and infinite despair shone in his eyes. Xue Tian had fought too fiercely before, and the almost invincible aura of power had already made a mark with the shadow of fear in everyone’s hearts. With the sudden appearance of so many young and powerful forces, how can we fight this battle?

“Oh? Here so fast? We can start packing up then.”

On the balcony of a three-story house one kilometer from the sea, a young man in a dark green camouflage uniform lifted the heavy-duty sniper in front of him and put it back into the special iron box next to him.

“Aren’t you going to observe a little longer?”

Not far from the young man, four martial artists who were also squatting in front of the heavy-duty sniper equipment looked up at the young man who spoke.

“What’s there to observe? If they still can’t handle it with so many people here, they might as well just die here.”

Hua la… hua la…

Four martial artists, wearing the same camouflage uniforms put away the heavy-duty sniper equipment in a uniformed movement. The green oriental dragon stamp on their shoulders was particularly clear under the washing of the rain.

“I say, Young Master Du, you have your younger brother among those young people. Don’t you care for him the most? If he dies…”

Under the drizzle, the young man raised his head slightly. He said with a face that had aesthetic edges and corners, showing absolute confidence, “Die? Since he is my brother, how is it possible for him to die?”

“Why do these words sound so familiar?”

Another martial artist in a camouflage uniform raised his hand to flick the water droplets off his half-inch hairstyle. He smiled as he looked at the other companions. The calmness from his body was in no way inferior to Qin Fen and the others who were on the battlefield one kilometer away.

“It’s familiar, of course it sounds familiar! Didn’t Big Bro Zhan also say something similar to this?” The black man, who looked the oldest among the five, slapped the shoulder of the young man next to him. “I say Zhanpeng, are you really not going to see your younger brother? He still thinks you’re dead to this day. If you were to hop out now, you could probably put on a show of the reunion of two brothers with an incredibly touching scene for us.”

“Is it that so? Will I? Nah, I think it’s better for him to think that I have died. This could help stimulate his persistence in learning martial arts.”

Under the drizzle, Du Zhanpeng’s eyes had an indescribable softness. There was a slight curve at the corner of his mouth, adding on to the handsomeness of his face.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” Du Zhanpeng stopped suddenly at the exit of the balcony. He turned back and stared at the direction of the beach, whispering to himself, “Kid, strive hard.”