Chapter 85: Chapter 83: Iron Corpse Fan Ming "Such speed!"
Watching the streak of light shooting towards him, Xiao Tian’s pupils involuntarily shrank slightly.
It was an old man dressed in a blue robe, about seventy years old, thin in stature, with a gaunt face, resembling a zombie crawling out of hell, giving an eerie and terrifying impression.
Upon his arrival, the burly men lying on the ground, constantly wailing, instantly changed expressions, revealing excited and arrogant faces.
"Master Fan, you’re here, that’s great, this kid is really tough!"
"Master Fan, you must avenge us brothers, kill this kid!"
"No, Master Fan, I beg you to first break his limbs, cripple his arms and legs, and then mercilessly torture him to death!"
Everyone started clamoring, the young man stomped on by Xiao Tian’s foot looked at him with a face full of hatred, wishing he could chop him into mince meat.
Paying no attention to these voices, Xiao Tian coldly eyed the newcomer and spoke with a frigid expression, "Iron Corpse Fan Ming?"
"Heh heh..." Fan Ming let out a chilling and hoarse laugh, saying, "I didn’t expect such a remote place as Huaxia would have someone who’s heard of my name. Kid, you’re quite impressive!"
"It’s a pity you injured so many of our brothers, I have no choice but to eliminate you; otherwise, I cannot account for this to them!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp cold light burst from his sunken eyes, his five fingers forming claws, he leaped straight towards Xiao Tian’s chest.
Xiao Tian’s expression sank, not daring to be careless in the least, quickly raising his fist to meet him.
Boom!
After dozens of exchanges, Xiao Tian gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.
Fan Ming’s moves were exceedingly bizarre and subtle, often attacking unexpectedly, leaving one defenseless.
Moreover, his every strike was fierce, seemingly careless but filled with overwhelming power, stirring the air into violent ripples, producing loud explosive sounds.
Xiao Tian’s nerves were highly tense, executing the Soaring and Shifting Body Technique underfoot, constantly darting left and right.
Yet this time, his usually proud body technique was completely ineffective in front of the opponent.
Whether in body technique or attack methods, the opponent thoroughly suppressed him.
Iron Corpse Fan Ming, one of the 72 top super experts in the Dark World, his strength unfathomable.
He had orchestrated multiple world-shaking cases, listed as an SS-level wanted criminal by the International Criminal Police.
After over a hundred moves, Xiao Tian was soaked in blood, suffering multiple injuries, with a deep claw mark across his chest, bleeding profusely, shockingly visible.
"This guy is too strong, I am no match for him right now."
Xiao Tian’s expression was solemn, his heart deeply shaken, unexpectedly realizing that this mysterious Water Drop Organization could even enlist someone like "Iron Corpse Fan Ming!"
Just how strong is this organization? He dared not imagine.
Ding!
A crisp sound echoed, as a pendant emitting a faint blue sheen fell from Xiao Tian’s neck.
This pendant, named "Heart of the Sea," was a token of love he gave to Han Yan, unique in the world.
Since Han Yan’s death, Xiao Tian kept it on him, never parting with it.
Now, its chain snapped, falling mixed with his blood to the ground.
"Han Yan..." Xiao Tian bent down, carefully picking it up, holding it in his palm, then clenched it tightly.
Thinking of the girl who haunted his dreams, yet filled him with deep guilt, his heart ached painfully, his expression extremely desolate.
"Heh heh..."
At that moment, Fan Ming across suddenly let out another hoarse and eerie evil laugh, looking disdainfully at the blue pendant in Xiao Tian’s hand, saying with contempt, "I remember now, you were that brat from three years ago."
"Hahaha... watching helplessly as your woman died miserably, unable to protect her, kid, you really aren’t much of a man!"
Fan Ming mocked with reckless arrogance.
Three years ago, he was also present at the scene, though hidden in the shadows, thus having a vague impression of the events.
Now, seeing this unique pendant, he recognized Xiao Tian as the naïve kid who mistakenly killed his own woman.
Upon hearing Fan Ming’s words, a raging fire erupted in Xiao Tian’s eyes.
He silently swore, no matter how mysterious and strong this so-called Water Drop Organization is, as long as he has a breath left, he will uproot them entirely, and kill them all!
Tightly clenching his fists, Xiao Tian slowly stood up, his expression icy to the extreme, an unknown force erupting from within.
He roared to the sky, appearing insane, swinging his fists, charging fiercely at Fan Ming.
Fan Ming disdainfully met the attack, grasping with his claws.
However, to his surprise, Xiao Tian seemed like a different person; despite being severely injured, his strength increased instead of decreased.
Both in speed and power, he was fiercer and more domineering than before.
After a dozen moves, Fan Ming was unexpectedly forced back with each strike, retreating step by step, his left arm accidentally hit by Xiao Tian’s punch, nearly fracturing.
"Hmph, do you think this can defeat me? Too naïve! Let me show you the true power of Iron Corpse Fan Ming!"
Fan Ming shouted, preparing to unleash his ultimate skill "Corpse Demon Hand," intending to brutally end Xiao Tian right here.
His aura kept rising, and the blue robe on his body moved without wind, making people feel as if they were standing amidst a sea of corpses and blood, extremely terrifying in its momentum.