Chapter 99: Creating an Inhumane Technique

Lin Fan knew what was about to happen; after all, for these geniuses, taking someone away right in front of them was simply too disrespectful.

But to be honest, Lin Fan wasn't one to give face.

"Junior disciple, is there something you need?" Lin Fan turned around and asked with a calm expression.

Compared to Ye Shaotian's gloomy expression, Lin Fan appeared much more composed.

Ye Shaotian was furious at being called 'junior disciple' repeatedly; this person was clearly taking advantage of him.

"Are you stepping in to protect him?" Ye Shaotian stared at Lin Fan with unfriendly eyes.

To Ye Shaotian, this so-called 'uncle master' was nothing but a joke. The Saint Sect's affiliated sect was merely a charity from the Sect Leader; did this guy really think he was something?

"He is no longer a disciple of the Saint Sect but has joined my Saint Demon Sect. Is there a problem? Young man, don't be so narrow-minded; it won't do your martial arts any good." Lin Fan spoke earnestly like an elder.

"Hmph, from your tone, you think your cultivation is higher than mine? Fine, I, Ye Shaotian, would like to test your skills." A gleam flashed in Ye Shaotian's eyes. Since this man wanted to protect Feng Juejue, he would see if he had the ability.

As for the fact that this man had been granted Nameless Peak by the Sect Leader, Ye Shaotian didn't take it to heart.

There were many uninhabited peaks in the Saint Sect, and many were better than Nameless Peak.

The Sect Leader granting him Nameless Peak probably meant nothing.

As long as he didn't kill him, a good humiliation would teach him who he could and couldn't provoke.

The surrounding outer disciples were all stunned. Ye Shaotian was too fierce—just after dealing with Feng Juejue, he was about to crush the guy from Nameless Peak.

A genius indeed, acting domineeringly without leaving any leeway.

That guy from Nameless Peak called himself 'uncle master,' and now that Ye Shaotian was challenging him, if he didn't dare to fight, he would be a laughingstock.

Moreover, they didn't really see him as an uncle master. According to the rules, since the Sect Leader granted him Nameless Peak to establish an affiliated sect, they should indeed address him as 'uncle master.'

But this suddenly appearing 'uncle master' didn't earn their respect; in their eyes, he was just lucky and had nothing worthy of respect.

Lin Fan looked at Ye Shaotian and sighed silently. "Junior disciple, why must it come to this? As your uncle master, how could I strike a junior? But since you insist, I'll stand here and let you attack three times without retaliating."

Feng Juejue was stunned, staring at Lin Fan in disbelief.

He had personally experienced Ye Shaotian's strength—fierce, exceptionally fierce. Even with equal cultivation, he couldn't last three moves.

Ye Shaotian was undoubtedly the best among those of the same cultivation level, and even cross-tier challenges were possible.

Now this future sect leader of his said he would stand still and take three hits—how was that possible?

"Sect Leader..."

Lin Fan waved his hand, smiled slightly, and then looked at Ye Shaotian. "How about it? I'll take your three strikes."

Ye Shaotian sneered. "Fine. If you can withstand three of my strikes, this matter is over."

The surrounding outer disciples looked at the composed Lin Fan, all somewhat skeptical.

This guy was overplaying his hand.

"Brother Ye, don't kill him. This man was granted Nameless Peak by the Sect Leader; if he dies, it will be trouble," Ruo Mengyu said softly.

"Mm, don't worry." Ye Shaotian naturally wouldn't be stupid enough to kill him, but making him bedridden for a few months was no problem.

Lin Fan had already seen through Ye Shaotian. His cultivation was decent, but his own physical strength was no joke. Could his cultivation break through his defense?

With a Renshen (Divine) initial-level physical body, he could take a good pounding.

...

Not far away.

"Sect Leader, should we step in and suppress this?" Supreme Elder Wuyan said.

"No need. Let's see. Since Lin Fan dares to do this, he must have something to rely on. This guy is unexpected. I thought his foundation was destroyed and his martial path hopeless, but he actually recovered." Sect Leader Yan stared deeply at Lin Fan, as if trying to see through him.

But there was no fluctuation of aura from Lin Fan. No matter how Sect Leader Yan probed, he couldn't find anything wrong.

It was truly strange.

Lin Fan stepped forward, standing fearlessly with a smile on his face. "Ready."

Ye Shaotian sneered. Today, he would re-establish his authority; the outer disciples would recognize him as king.

"Ha!"

Ye Shaotian shouted fiercely, his palm shining brightly as he struck toward Lin Fan.

The surrounding outer disciples gasped at this palm strike. They could tell it was extraordinary, with a powerful momentum that made them feel suffocated. If it were them, they wouldn't know what to do.

"Bang!"

A smile curled at the corner of Ye Shaotian's mouth. This strike might not kill him, but it would surely shift his internal organs.

"Not bad, but this strike is too rigid."

At that moment, Ye Shaotian, who had been full of confidence, suddenly changed expression and exclaimed, "Impossible!"

This palm strike, the opponent was completely unharmed, and judging by his expression, he seemed perfectly fine.

How could this be?

Lin Fan looked at Ye Shaotian's astonished expression and smiled slightly.

Although the "Indestructible Demon Body" no longer had levels or experience bonuses, Lin Fan still felt a stream of energy flow into his body when Ye Shaotian struck him with that palm.

In Lin Fan's view, this energy replaced experience.

"Ha..."

At this moment, Ye Shaotian threw a punch, and on that fist was attached an aura even stronger than before, as if it could split the sky with one blow.

"Bang."

"Not bad, you've improved compared to just now," Lin Fan said with a smile.

He could feel his physical body strengthening, but there was still a considerable gap before breaking through to the initial stage of the Divine Realm. Still, it didn't matter; he would take it slow.

The surrounding outer disciples looked on in disbelief at the scene before them.

Ye Shaotian's palm and fist couldn't even budge the opponent half an inch—what was going on?

Feng Bujue was also stunned; this was too unbelievable.

In the distance, Sect Leader Yan and Grand Elder Wuyan also looked somewhat surprised.

"How can his physical body be so strong?"

"Indeed, having swallowed the beast's essence blood and survived, although the sect leader's pill played a part, the key factor is his physical strength, which has already surpassed ordinary martial artists by far, far too much."

...

At this moment, Ye Shaotian saw the astonished looks of the surrounding disciples and felt a surge of anger inside him, especially at Lin Fan's occasional smile, which he found unbearable.

"Ha..."

"Eight Desolates and Six Harmonies Palm."

At this moment, Ye Shaotian showed his true skill. In Lin Fan's eyes, this palm strike was extraordinary.

It was like sweeping across heaven and earth, drawing on the essence of the universe for its own use—extremely powerful.

Sect Leader Yan and Grand Elder Wuyan were also slightly startled when they saw this palm technique...

"Bang..."

"Still not dead." By now Ye Shaotian was truly furious.

"Not bad, not bad. That palm strike was impressive." Lin Fan nodded with great satisfaction, feeling gratified that his martial nephew could execute such a palm technique.

"You..." At this moment Ye Shaotian was dumbfounded. His strongest palm strike had been useless—how could this be?

At this point, the surrounding outer disciples began to murmur, which Ye Shaotian could not tolerate.

"Impossible." Now Ye Shaotian was enraged. He unleashed all his skills, disregarding the three-move agreement.

"Brother Ye..." Ruo Mengyu watched her prince charming, now seemingly possessed, and couldn't help but worry.

Lin Fan, however, frowned.

"Hey, hey, nephew, that's enough. Don't go too far. Your uncle is not a punching bag." Lin Fan reminded him.

The palm strikes and punches were impressive, but now, in front of so many people, the uncle had to maintain his dignity.

"Impossible, impossible..." Ye Shaotian roared.

"You..." Lin Fan was now a bit angry. Ye Shaotian was really out of line. Fine, then, as his uncle, he would have to temporarily incapacitate him.

"Bang..."

At that moment, Lin Fan suddenly raised his foot, intending to kick Ye Shaotian away.

But Ye Shaotian leaped high, legs spread apart. Lin Fan's expression changed, but it was too late to retract.

"Bang..."

"Oh..."

At that moment, heaven and earth changed color. The disciples who had been murmuring were instantly stunned by what they saw.

"Ding, congratulations on creating the inhumane technique: 'Egg-Scooping Kick.'"

"Essence of 'Egg-Scooping Kick': Insert leg into any gap."

Lin Fan was stunned. "Nephew, I only meant to kick you away, I didn't intend to..."

Lin Fan stopped mid-sentence, suddenly at a loss for what to do.

Because Lin Fan suddenly realized that Ye Shaotian seemed to be in real pain.

He was in so much pain that tears were falling.

Lin Fan could swear to heaven that he really hadn't meant it.

In Lin Fan's view, 'Monkey Steals the Peach' was already inhumane enough. Who would have thought he would create an even more inhumane technique, 'Egg-Scooping Kick'? In the future, when he fought against heaven-defying experts, would he have to use both hands and feet?