My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading-Chapter 240: You’re Next

After escaping Su Xiaoli, Feng Fan glanced at the countdown.

'Fourteen thousand... The numbers are dropping fast.'

In less than fifteen minutes, over six thousand participants had been eliminated. At this rate, the battle would be over in half an hour or less.

Deciding to stop waiting for others to attack him, Feng Fan went on the offensive. He rushed toward the closest opponent and landed a solid punch on the man's back.

The poor man didn't even see what hit him before he was sent flying out of the barrier.

'I should keep using physical attacks. My spiritual qi is already running low.'

Just as he finished dealing with his opponent, his instincts sent him a warning—a threat was rapidly approaching. He turned to see a woman wielding a staff rapidly closing the distance. It was clear she had locked onto him.

Her staff crackled with spiritual qi imbued with water properties.

"Fury of the Tides!"

A massive wave surged behind her.

Her movements were not only graceful but also powerful, like a shark slicing through water, fast and precise. To her, Feng Fan was nothing more than prey, a bleeding fish in the ocean.

Feng Fan's expression hardened. He quickly circulated his cultivation technique and channeled his spiritual qi into the Suppression Relic.

As her staff neared, he raised the relic just in time to intercept.

Staff and brick collided, sending a shockwave of spiritual energy through the air.

Feng Fan was pushed back three steps, while the woman stumbled five steps.

Both were clearly surprised.

'He can hold his ground against me?'

'She's stronger than I expected.'

Feng Fan knew powerful Nascent Soul realm cultivators before—Tao Wen, Mao Shun, Su Xiaoli, Xue Qiang, and Huang Xue—but they all possessed cultivation techniques that weren't supposed to exist on Red Pole.

'Does she have an immortal cultivation technique too?'

Ignoring his doubts, he acted.

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He hurled the Suppression Relic at her before dashing forward, right behind it.

Caught off guard, the woman hadn't expected him to throw his weapon. But her battle instincts kicked in—her years of combat experience weren't wasted on her. She swiftly swung her staff, deflecting the relic with minimal energy.

Even so, a tremor ran through her hands.

'His attack power is insane… How is a 4th-stage Nascent Soul cultivator this strong?'

Before she could recover, Feng Fan was already upon her, his fist shooting straight for her face.

Her expression hardened. She had anticipated a follow-up attack, but what she hadn't expected was how much the relic's impact had thrown her off balance.

She barely managed to move her arms and block his punch in time.

But her poor stance didn't allow her to dissipate most of Feng Fan's attack as she wanted. The force sent her flying several meters back, her arms nearly breaking under the pressure.

Realizing she wasn't his match, she used the momentum to retreat.

Feng Fan didn't chase after her. With so many enemies around, it didn't matter who he struck next.

'I really shouldn't underestimate people. I'm not invincible in the Nascent Soul realm after all,' Feng Fan thought with a bitter smile.

Not even a moment after the woman left, two new cultivators closed in on him. Both were unarmed, but their fists crackled with energy.

Feng Fan barely spared them a glance before moving. With a flick of his sleeve, he caught both of their fists, shocking them as the spiritual qi around their attacks dissipated on contact with his body.

"Impossible!" they shouted in unison, eyes wide in disbelief.

Feng Fan ignored their reaction, enjoying the soothing sensation of his cultivation technique absorbing their energy. His grip tightened around their fists as he smiled. "Not bad, not bad at all."

They tried to pull back and strike again, but Feng Fan was faster. He spun and threw both of them away, aiming to send them out of the barrier.

However, despite the force behind his throw, the two men managed to stop themselves in time.

"This bastard, what a cheap trick! Don't let me catch you!" one of them growled, clearly frustrated.

Feng Fan smirked. "Who said you'd get the chance?"

Before the man could react, Feng Fan shot toward him like a comet.

Panic flashed across the man's face as he tried to block, raising his arms just in time. But it was useless. Feng Fan's punch smashed through his defense, the sound of cracking bones echoing as the man was sent flying out of the barrier.

The remaining cultivator took the opening to launch a sidekick at Feng Fan, but he was ready. Before the kick could land, he closed the distance and delivered a brutal headbutt straight to the man's nose.

"Argh!" The man instinctively grabbed his broken nose, leaving his defenses wide open.

Feng Fan's right leg moved in an instant, and a familiar hairy, muscular leg appeared behind him.

Family Jewel Destroyer Kick!

The poor man never saw it coming. Feng Fan's kick struck his most vulnerable spot with full force. A chilling crack echoed across the battlefield.

At least, the pain he felt was brief. Not even half a second passed before he lost consciousness because of the pain.

The spectators winced.

"Did he really have to go that far? That poor guy... he's never having offspring."

"Forget offspring, I'm not sure he'll ever walk again!"

The crowd threw curses at Feng Fan, but he didn't care in the slightest. He simply watched as an elder rushed in to remove the unconscious man from the battlefield.

Then, Feng Fan turned his gaze to a cultivator in the crowd who had been bad-mouthing him.

Feng Fan grinned from ear to ear. "You're next."

The greatsword-wielding cultivator paled. His legs trembled as he took an involuntary step back.

"You… you demon! Stay away from me!"

Instead of fighting, he spun around and fled at full speed toward the edge of the barrier.

Too bad.

One should never turn their back on Feng Fan.