The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 98 - 97: Game Over, Life and Death are Decided by Fate!
"If you want a fight, I’ll give you one. No need to hold back. Understand?"
His earlier playfulness vanished. Qin Fan looked at Qiao Xiyuan, stressing each word.
Hearing this, Qiao Xiyuan burst into derisive laughter. With utter disdain, he sneered, "Did I hear that right? Are you sure you don’t want me to hold back?"
"I don’t have time to waste on you. Let’s go!" Qin Fan gave a faint, silent smile, his voice hardening.
"Since you’re looking for death, I’ll grant your wish! Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. At most, I’ll just leave you unable to care for yourself!"
Even many of the fiercest generals in the army didn’t dare to face him in close combat. Yet this sixteen or seventeen-year-old kid, someone who was bullied at school like a stray dog, actually wanted to fight him on equal terms? What was this, if not courting death?
With that said, Qiao Xiyuan let out a heavy, cold snort, and his burly frame shot toward Qin Fan.
But Qin Fan simply stood his ground, watching him with a smile. He didn’t dodge. He didn’t attack. All that remained was the utterly contemptuous sneer playing on his lips.
"You worthless trash! Today, I’ll teach you the price of ignorance!" Goaded into a fury by Qin Fan’s disdainful sneer, Qiao Xiyuan lunged, his hands grasping for Qin Fan’s body. He planned to hoist this piece of trash into the air and slam him down right in front of the DV camera, making sure it captured the entire scene.
But the next moment, he was disappointed. A flash of utter disbelief appeared in his eyes.
His arms, strong enough to lift a boulder weighing several hundred pounds, couldn’t even budge the motionless Qin Fan. Damn it, how is this possible! Thinking he was hallucinating, Qiao Xiyuan blinked hard. He gritted his teeth and strained again, but Qin Fan remained completely motionless.
"Are you done messing around? My turn."
At Qin Fan’s cold taunt, a sense of unease inexplicably welled up from the depths of Qiao Xiyuan’s heart. Sure enough, the moment Qin Fan’s voice fell, Qiao Xiyuan’s vision blurred. The next thing he knew, his entire body was being lifted into the air.
Looking down, he saw Qin Fan holding him aloft by the neck with a single hand, as if it took no effort at all. As Qiao Xiyuan stared in panicked disbelief, Qin Fan, who had no intention of using True Qi on such a weakling, gave a wicked smirk. He casually flung Qiao Xiyuan toward the DV camera.
BOOM!
With a violent crash, a cloud of dust billowed up as Qiao Xiyuan was slammed hard onto the ground.
A mouthful of blood surged into his throat. He desperately swallowed down the coppery tang. Qiao Xiyuan clenched his jaw, but a trickle of red still escaped the corner of his mouth.
"You’ve really pissed me off now!" Qiao Xiyuan roared. He slammed a palm on the ground and sprang to his feet with a kip-up.
"Trash is still trash, no matter how angry it gets," Qin Fan said lightly, shaking his head. "Qiao Xiyuan, you’re lucky I’m in a good mood today. Scram if you know what’s good for you, and save yourself some pain." Someone like him? I could annihilate an entire legion by myself and come out without a speck of dust on me.
"Go to hell!" Qiao Xiyuan’s eyes became a terrifying, bloodshot red. Pushing off the ground, he shot toward Qin Fan like an arrow loosed from a bow. He swung a massive fist. Mid-leap, he tensed his muscles and launched an explosive whip kick at Qin Fan.
"Heh! Why bother?" Qin Fan taunted, watching the attack unfold as if in slow motion.
He casually raised a hand and swatted the incoming kick aside.
SMACK!
The sound was sharp and clear. With no time to react, Qiao Xiyuan was knocked off balance by the blow and tumbled to the ground, landing in a classic face-plant. This forged an endless humiliation deep in his heart. He, a proud Sharp Knife Soldier from the special forces, was being repeatedly bested by a worthless teenage student? How is this possible? How?! No—
As shame burned within him, Qiao Xiyuan stopped shouting threats, but the savagery in his face and eyes intensified to an extreme. He scrambled up, and the look he gave Qin Fan was one of extreme hatred, the kind one reserves for the murderer of one’s father. Then again, for Young Master Qiao, what Qin Fan had done was just as unforgivable—it was the raw, blatant hatred of having one’s woman stolen.
The hatred filling his chest continued to compound. At this point, the red-eyed Qiao Xiyuan seemed to have lost all reason. He charged at Qin Fan once more, naked killing intent now showing in his eyes.
"What’s this? You want to kill me now?" Qin Fan sneered. Facing Qiao Xiyuan’s attack, which seemed impossibly slow to his eyes, he decided not to defend this time. Instead, he went on the offensive.
The moment Qiao Xiyuan closed in, Qin Fan leaped explosively from the ground. His right leg shot out in a vicious kick, whipping across Qiao Xiyuan’s face with formidable power.
THWACK!
Blood and a spray of teeth flew through the air.
Qiao Xiyuan collapsed once again. Before he had a chance to get up, Qin Fan landed and planted a foot on his chest.
"Qiao Xiyuan, do you know why I can’t even get angry with you? It’s because, in my eyes, you’re nothing but a stupid dog. A pathetic mutt. You’re a proud Sharp Knife Soldier, yet you act this way over a woman who couldn’t care less about you. Seriously, you’re not even worthy of my contempt. Not in the slightest. And someone like you wants to marry into the Ye Family? Heh..."
Qin Fan shook his head in disdain, not even bothering to finish his sentence. That silence, somehow, was the most humiliating blow of all. He looked down at Qiao Xiyuan with a sad, mocking smile. Then, Qin Fan took his foot off him, shoved his hands in his pockets, and walked away without a backward glance.
