My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 165: Round 2

Even though Hou Mengyao had advanced his cultivation, Feng Fan remained brimming with confidence. With his trusty brick back at his side and his own cultivation reaching new heights, he felt unstoppable.

He was certain that the current him could crush his past self with just a single slap. The gap between the two versions of himself was immeasurable.

Not only had all his previous techniques become sharper and more refined, but a brand-new technique had been imprinted into his mind during his breakthrough. Unfortunately, he hadn’t had the time to master it yet, so he couldn’t use it against Hou Mengyao.

As Hou Mengyao and Feng Fan prepared to clash, a firm voice broke through the tension.

"Fanfan! You better not dare hurt him!" Xue Qiang flew from above, placing herself between the two men.

Her spear pointed directly at Hou Mengyao without a shred of hesitation. Even though she knew she wasn’t his match, her eyes burned with defiance.

Moments later, Qian Xiaoli and Huang Xue arrived, hovering beside Xue Qiang in the air. Their weapons were also aimed at Hou Mengyao, standing as shields in front of Feng Fan.

"Hou Mengyao, we’ll take you on!" declared Qian Xiaoli, her voice steady.

Feng Fan felt a warm flutter in his chest. ’Three heavenly beauties protecting me… What more could a man ask for?’

While he basked in the moment briefly, he quickly snapped back to reality. He knew they couldn’t defeat Hou Mengyao. This was his fight, not theirs.

A wicked laugh erupted from Hou Mengyao. "Hahaha! Your women want to sacrifice themselves for you? How amusing. I’ll make them regret it. I’ll rape and torture them right in front of you. Oh, I can already picture your despair!"

Feng Fan’s expression turned dark, his usual carefree demeanor replaced with cold resolve. "Qinqin, Xiaoli, Huang Xue, step back. This fight is mine!"

The three of them hesitated, worry etched on their faces. It was clear they didn’t believe Feng Fan stood a chance against Hou Mengyao.

"Fanfan, I—" Xue Qiang began to protest, but Feng Fan cut her off with a sharp look.

"Believe in me, okay? Have I ever lied to you?" he said, his voice steady, his expression utterly sincere.

He lied without a shred of shame.

His gaze was so convincing, so resolute, it could have swindled candy from children without effort.

Reluctantly, the three nodded and began to back away, leaving Feng Fan to face Hou Mengyao alone.

But Hou Mengyao sneered. "Did I allow anyone to leave?"

He infused his sword with heavens and sword qi, the power coursing through it began to create small rifts in the pocket dimension’s space.

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In a flash, Hou Mengyao appeared before the girls, his sword ready to cut them down in one swing.

Clang!

Feng Fan moved like lightning, stepping between them just in time. The Suppression Relic blocked Hou Mengyao’s sword with a deafening impact. The collision of their powers caused space itself to distort violently, sending ripples across the dimension.

"Hou Mengyao, I’m your opponent!" Feng Fan declared.

Hou Mengyao’s brows furrowed in irritation. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

The man he considered nothing more than an ant was standing in his way, blocking him, despite all the power he had gained.

Just a day ago, Hou Mengyao could have killed Feng Fan with a single slash. But now? The man’s strength rivaled his own.

’How?!’ Hou Mengyao’s mind raced, unable to comprehend the situation. ’He had been left half-dead, barely clinging to life. There was no way someone could recover from that and grow so much stronger in such a short amount of time.’

’It shouldn’t be possible,’ he thought bitterly.’ I am the Son of Destiny. I am the one chosen to achieve the impossible. Only I can display such miraculous results!’

Feng Fan, hearing Hou Mengyao’s self-absorbed delusions, smirked. "Confused, Hou Mengyao? Don’t worry, I’ll put you out of your misery soon enough."

Still holding his weapon firmly against Hou Mengyao’s sword, Feng Fan suddenly lashed out with a kick.

A massive, muscular, and hairy leg materialized behind him, surging forward with tremendous force. The leg’s appearance was so vivid and detailed that it looked like a real limb rather than an illusory image.

Hou Mengyao’s eyes widened in terror as the massive, hairy leg barreled toward his crotch. A chill ran down his spine, and an overwhelming sense of dread consumed him.

He flew backward, desperate to create distance between himself and Feng Fan. Yet, no matter how far or fast he moved, the leg seemed to pursue him relentlessly, closing the gap with every second.

"N-No!" he roared in panic, swinging his sword in a desperate attempt to block the incoming attack.

His blade, brimming with the combined power of heavens and sword qi, capable of slicing through steel like butter, collided with the leg.

Clang!

The sound of impact echoed like metal striking an unbreakable wall. Hou Mengyao’s eyes filled with disbelief.

The feedback from the collision jolted through his hands, sending a sharp pain coursing through his arms.

It felt as though he had struck the hardest metal in existence, not a human leg, made of flesh and blood.

His grip faltered, his hands trembling under the strain. If not for the heavens qi coursing through his body, forcibly enhancing his strength, he would have lost his hold on his weapon entirely.

Feng Fan noticed Hou Mengyao losing his composure and seized the opportunity. The brick in his hand cut sharply through the air, aimed directly at Hou Mengyao’s head.

"Hou Mengyao, congratulations—you just won the bingo! Here’s your new hat, you bastard!"

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The Suppression Relic slammed into Hou Mengyao’s skull with brutal force. Blood sprayed from the impact as his cranium fractured.

His body was launched like a ragdoll, hurtling toward the river below.

Feng Fan wasted no time and flew after him. As long as Hou Mengyao was breathing, he would never let him go.