The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 99 - 97: Game Over, Life and Death are Decided by Fate!_2

Chapter 99: Chapter 97: Game Over, Life and Death are Decided by Fate!_2

He had barely taken a few steps before a strong gust of wind swept up from behind. His mouth dripping with blood, Qiao Xiyuan swung a furious fist!

"You just don’t learn, do you? And you certainly don’t know what’s good for you!" Qin Fan said leisurely. Without even turning his head, he flexibly raised his leg and planted the sole of his shoe squarely into Qiao Xiyuan’s abdomen!

THUD!

A dull impact resounded from Qiao Xiyuan’s stomach! Under the force of the kick, his entire body flew backward like a kite with a severed string, not stopping until it slammed heavily against a rust-covered, abandoned car!

This time, he could no longer hold back the metallic tang of blood rushing up his throat. His head drooped as he vomited it onto the ground! The so-called elite Sharp Knife Soldier of the Southwest Falcon Special Forces had only lasted three moves against Qin Fan’s casual, mocking attacks. Three moves, each one more humiliating than the last!

Qiao Xiyuan no longer had time to wonder why Qin Fan was so absurdly strong, nor could he process how he had been so thoroughly defeated. The moment his rationality shattered, killing intent flooded his entire consciousness. Enduring the piercing pain of his insides being torn asunder, he struggled to his feet. Clenching his jaw, he staggered toward the Cayenne!

He yanked the car door open and pulled the gleaming Desert Eagle from the storage compartment. Leaning against the car for support, he steadied his trembling hands and aimed the muzzle directly at Qin Fan’s back. Often, all it takes to kill is a single moment of lost sanity.

Had Qin Fan been his peer, or the scion of some great family, then Qiao Xiyuan, with his decorated military career, might not have descended into such a frenzied madness. But Qin Fan wasn’t. According to the intel he’d received, Qin Fan was just an outcast, expelled from the family registry of even a second-rate clan like the Qins! He was a worthless loser who had been bullied and humiliated by countless children of the rich and powerful at Qi Middle School!

To be brought low by such a nobody... could he, Young Master Qiao, accept it? No! Absolutely not!

"Young Master Qiao, you might want to think twice about that." As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Qin Fan paused and said with leisurely amusement.

"Qin Fan!" Qiao Xiyuan roared hysterically, his words already slurred.

"What’s the matter, Young Master Qiao? Got some tough last words?" Qin Fan turned around, a brow cocked in a mocking smile. He regarded Qiao Xiyuan with utter contempt.

"Kneel!"

No matter how much of his sanity Qiao Xiyuan had lost, a single shred of dignity clung on deep within his heart! He wanted Qin Fan on his knees, trembling and begging for mercy at gunpoint!

"What did you say? Kneel?" Qin Fan’s expression turned instantly grim. A bleak, desolate chill was released, washing over Qiao Xiyuan.

But at this point, how could Qiao Xiyuan possibly care about that? Only a single thought echoed in his mind.

First, reclaim my dignity, then kill Qin Fan!

"I’ll only count to three!" he yelled through his split lips, the words coming out garbled. Qiao Xiyuan had descended completely into a pathological madness!

Qin Fan paid him no mind, the coldness in his eyes deepening.

It had been a long time since anyone had threatened him. The last one was Zhao Yuhao, and he ended up dead. Now it was Qiao Xiyuan. What would his fate be?

Amid the bone-deep chill, Qin Fan licked his lips.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

The count was over, yet Qin Fan remained motionless.

With the three-count finished, Qiao Xiyuan’s rage finally exploded. His index finger, already coiled around the trigger, hesitated no longer. He pulled it.

BANG!

The gun roared, and the bullet shot out. The smell of gunpowder reached Qin Fan’s nostrils an instant before the bullet itself. Watching the projectile approach, Qin Fan simply tilted his head, letting it fly past as he took a step toward Qiao Xiyuan!

The first shot went wide. He fired again!

BANG!

Instead of catching the bullet as he had with Zhao Yuhao, Qin Fan simply sidestepped and quickened his pace.

BANG! BANG!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Six bullets erupted from the Desert Eagle’s chamber in quick succession. Qiao Xiyuan, hailed as a sharpshooter in the army, failed to land a single hit. He couldn’t even graze the hem of Qin Fan’s clothes.

By the time the last shot echoed, Qin Fan was already standing before him.

Staring at Qiao Xiyuan, who was frozen in stunned disbelief as if he’d seen a ghost, Qin Fan asked, "Tell me, how should I punish you?"

But his only reply was a crazed, wide-eyed shriek from Qiao Xiyuan. "A ghost!"

He tore at his hair frantically, then turned to flee.

"You can’t escape!" Qin Fan snapped coldly. He accelerated, circling around to block his path. Then, he swung his palm.

SMACK!

The heavy blow sent Qiao Xiyuan sprawling to the ground.

Qin Fan chuckled again before raising his foot and kicking viciously at his ribs!

CRACK!

The brittle sound of breaking bone echoed through the air! Qiao Xiyuan’s body, weighing well over a hundred pounds, was sent flying once more, this time into a pile of abandoned car parts. As luck would have it, he landed on a heap of springs and bounced right back.

A cruel arc formed on Qin Fan’s lips. Before Qiao Xiyuan’s rebounding body could even begin to fall, Qin Fan kicked out again!

THUD!

BAM!

The thuds and slams echoed in a relentless cycle. Qin Fan controlled his strength, having no intention of killing Qiao Xiyuan in one go. He played with him like a soccer ball, kicking him back and forth!

Blood sprayed from his mouth as if it were free, endlessly. It was impossible to know how many ribs he had broken, or to what extent his internal organs were damaged. His back, however, was clearly a mangled, bloody mess from repeatedly slamming into the pile of springs!

Sensing that Qiao Xiyuan’s body had reached its limit, Qin Fan stopped his assault. As he bounced back one last time, he simply let him drop to the ground.