NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 192: When You Get To Hell, Try Coming Up With Something Better For Your Next Life
A dark energy surrounded Dai Li's right fist as he charged toward Feng Fan.
"Mountain Demon Fist!"
A massive demon with bulging muscles appeared behind Dai Li, mirroring his movements. Its fists aimed straight at Feng Fan.
Feng Fan's expression turned serious. Spiritual qi surged around his body, his muscles tightening under his skin. He focused all his spiritual qi into the Suppression Relic and hurled it forward.
The Suppression Relic hummed furiously, shooting forward like a comet. The friction caused the temperature around it to rise sharply.
Fist and brick collided in a burst of spiritual qi. The wooden house they were in exploded. Most of the wood disintegrated, but some pieces flew off, hitting nearby houses and causing more destruction.
After throwing the Suppression Relic, Feng Fan didn't stand still. He dashed forward, his left palm glowing with spiritual qi. Behind him, the image of a Buddha, chains, and a seal began to form.
Sealing Palm!
Dai Li, who had just clashed with the Suppression Relic, was left momentarily vulnerable. The collision with the brick had disrupted his momentum, and Feng Fan saw his chance to finish him in one move.
But Dai Li quickly regained his composure and narrowed his eyes at Feng Fan's glowing left palm. He could sense the dangerous energy aimed directly at him.
'I can't let that hit me!' he thought, his instincts screaming.
Just as Feng Fan's palm was centimeters away from Dai Li's dantian, Dai Li sidestepped with surprising agility—something unexpected from a hunchbacked old man.
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Dai Li clenched his left fist, his arm surging with power as he threw a punch straight at Feng Fan's exposed head.
"Brat, you're still a hundred years too early to face me. DIE!"
Feng Fan saw the punch coming but only smirked. 'Got you!'
Before Dai Li's fist could connect, the Suppression Relic came flying in and slammed into Dai Li's chest, sending him flying dozens of meters and coughing up blood.
If there was one thing Feng Fan never did, it was fight fair. This wasn't a one-on-one battle—it was two against one!
Dai Li crashed through several houses before finally coming to a stop beneath the debris of one that had collapsed from the impact.
Feng Fan caught the Suppression Relic and flew into the air, heading straight for Dai Li. He hurled his weapon again, sending it shooting like a comet into the debris where Dai Li was trapped.
Beneath the rubble, Dai Li's eyes snapped open, filled with pure rage.
"You forced me to do this, you little brat!"
The eerie energy circulating around Dai Li began to seep into his body, saturating his muscles. His skin started to peel away as his muscles and bones grew in size and density.
Dai Li punched forward, clearing the debris on top of him and striking the Suppression Relic at the same time. His muscles cracked under the strain but were almost instantly healed by the strange energy inside him.
Feng Fan, hovering in the air, looked down with a dark expression. 'Is that a power-up?'
The hunchbacked old man was gone. In his place stood a five-meter-tall giant made of pure muscle. Even his cultivation had risen from the 3rd Nascent Soul realm to the 5th Nascent Soul realm!
"Because of you, I took a path of no return. I won't kill you right away… I'll torture you first, then make you watch as I do the same to your friends!" Dai Li snarled, his voice dripping with hatred as he glared at Feng Fan.
Feng Fan met his gaze with disdain. "That's the most cliché villain line I've ever heard. When you get to hell, try coming up with something better for your next life."
Dai Li's face twisted in fury. Without another word, he bent his knee, his muscles tensing like coiled steel. Then, with explosive force, he launched himself straight at Feng Fan.
But Feng Fan only smiled. 'The more you hate me, the closer you are to doom!'
As Dai Li's hatred boiled over, a ghostly figure flickered behind Feng Fan, a grinning skeleton gripping a scythe.
Giggle of Doom!
In an instant, Feng Fan's spiritual qi plummeted, draining away like water through cracked earth. His body fell to the ground like an anvil. Yet, just as his qi vanished, the technique took effect.
Dai Li, mid-air, froze.
"W-What did you do?!" he shouted, his body trembling.
"Just a little gift for you… hope you enjoy it," Feng Fan said with a smirk.
Even after hitting the ground, he quickly steadied himself. Even without spiritual qi, his body was still a weapon—his strong body wasn't just for show.
"HAHAHA—YOU… HAHAHA—BASTARD! I'LL KILL YOU!" Dai Li roared, trying to lunge at Feng Fan. But his body wouldn't stop shaking, uncontrollable laughter wrecking his focus. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't gather his strength for a final blow.
Feng Fan grinned. He kicked off the ground, surging forward, the Suppression Relic humming with murderous intent in his grip.
Bang!
The relic smashed into Dai Li's skull with brutal force. His laughter cut off in an instant; his head burst open like a crushed melon. His lifeless, headless body collapsed to the ground with a thud.
After dealing with Dai Li, Feng Fan let out a sigh of relief.
'If that old man's cultivation had been just a bit stronger, the Giggle of Doom wouldn't have worked… and I'd be nothing more than meat on a chopping board.'
Even with his powerful body, Feng Fan knew he wouldn't have stood a chance without his spiritual qi.
The Suppression Relic's glowing red symbols gradually faded, returning to its usual black form. Feng Fan felt a surge of satisfaction.
'I only used 30% of the energy I gathered. That means I still have 70% left! With this much stored up, I can activate Little Brick's transformation again if needed.'
But his moment of relief didn't last long.
Just as Dai Li's life faded, a massive shadow, towering dozens of meters high, loomed over the battlefield, right where their fight had begun.