Chapter 3 The Most Terrifying Martial Art in the World

Lin Fan opened his eyes, and his expression immediately changed. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw several big pancake-like faces in his line of sight—a deadly sight for anyone.

"What are you doing?" Lin Fan's voice trembled. Could these guys have done something inhuman to him while he was unconscious?

Like...

"Big brother, you're finally awake! I knew you weren't someone easily defeated." A man beside Lin Fan said excitedly.

"Uh..."

Lin Fan was stunned. What did these guys mean? When did he become their big brother? Right, the system had officially activated; he needed to study it. Ignoring them for now, he checked it out.

Name: Lin Fan.

Level: 1.

Experience: (0/10).

Skill: Titan-grade Demon Body, Layer 5 (3000/10000).

Others: explore on your own.

Not much different from before, except the experience section had changed.

"Big brother must be hungry. Hurry and get him something to eat."

"Right, right..."

Before long, a large bowl of fragrant chicken soup was brought up. Lin Fan didn't say much; his stomach was protesting from hunger. Under many eager gazes, Lin Fan finished the entire bowl of chicken soup.

He hadn't expected that these fellow sandbag faction members had hidden such good stuff. Not bad, not bad.

"Big brother must be tired after eating. Let him rest well. Big brother, you must hold on."

"Big brother will surely be a dragon among men."

"It's just a pity that Er Gou Dan was unfortunately beaten to death this morning and won't get to see big brother's future glory."

...

As a demon sect, life and death were common in the Holy Demon Sect. Sandbag faction members died every day; such things were nothing unusual.

After everyone left, one person stayed behind.

Short in stature, not very sturdy, with a face that was somewhat hard on the eyes. Being able to survive in the sandbag faction was already a feat.

"Big brother, this is my family's inherited martial art. I think it should go to the capable. You're the genius among us; you have to keep going." The man pulled out a blue-covered manual, worn and tattered from time, and handed it to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan didn't stand on ceremony; he took it. Then, looking at the man, he said, "Good. From now on, if you don't die and I become a figure who dominates the world, I will ensure you rise to prominence."

This was the first promise Lin Fan had made to anyone since coming to this world.

"Uh..."

"Big brother, don't be like this. I... this... I just hope you work hard." Clearly, the man didn't take Lin Fan's promise to heart. In his eyes, big brother's boast was a bit overblown.

Lin Fan didn't say much. He knew the other didn't believe him either.

Gilding the lily is nothing compared to sending charcoal in snowy weather. Now that he was just starting out, Lin Fan remembered those who helped him. He silently memorized the man's face, vowing to repay him handsomely in the future.

"Big brother, you rest well. I'll head back now."

"Mm." Lin Fan nodded, then looked at the manual.

"Ding. Unranked manual 'Stealing the Peach'—learn?"

Of course he would learn. Even a mosquito's leg is meat.

Especially in this world. Although Lin Fan wasn't a high-level sect member, he knew the sect guarded its techniques closely. The talk about becoming an outer disciple and entering the library to choose techniques was complete nonsense.

For a sect, outer disciples numbered at least tens of thousands, sometimes hundreds of thousands. Where would they get so many techniques for people to choose from?

In the end, a man has to rely on himself.

"Ding. Learned 'Stealing the Peach.'"

"Layer 1 (0/10)."

Same old thing. 'Stealing the Peach' only had two layers originally; who knew how many layers it could be raised to now.

Although 'Stealing the Peach' was an unranked technique, Lin Fan believed that even if it was trash, he could upgrade it to the supreme martial art.

'Stealing the Peach' had only one move, which for men had earth-shattering power—a single grab to crush your balls.

Lin Fan took a deep breath, then moved. His right hand opened like a claw, as if plunging straight into the dragon's lair, reaching for that indescribable place.

"+2."

"+2."

...

"Ding. Unranked technique 'Stealing the Peach' upgraded to Layer 2. Character experience +10."

"Ding. Character level up."

Haha... Lin Fan laughed heartily. In less than a minute, 'Stealing the Peach' had reached Layer 2. He truly was a peerless genius.

If he could raise 'Stealing the Peach' to Layer 100, he could even crush the heavens' balls.

Name: Lin Fan.

Level: 2. (Postnatal realm awaiting activation)

Experience: (0/20).

Skill: Titan-grade Demon Body, Layer 5 (3000/10000).

Stealing the Peach, Layer 2 (10/50).

...

Lin Fan got up and hurried to the training ground. How could he waste such a good time in life? He had to make good use of it.

The sandbag faction members living nearby saw their big brother leave in a hurry and were puzzled.

"Where is big brother going?"

"Wasn't big brother severely injured? But his steps look vigorous and lively. Could he be fine?"

"Oh no, yesterday big brother suffered for us. Just now I mentioned that Er Gou Dan was beaten to death by those outer disciple examinees. He must be going to seek revenge."

"Big brother is so loyal; he'll definitely cause trouble. We have to follow him."

...

Before long, Lin Fan arrived at the bustling training ground.

Seeing the outer disciple examinees training hard, Lin Fan was overjoyed. These were all experience points!

Titan-grade Demon Body had already reached Layer 5. He wondered how much experience these guys could give him now.

Just thinking about it made Lin Fan unable to contain himself.

"Stop right there!" Lin Fan roared, just like yesterday.

This roar was even louder than yesterday's.

The outer disciple examinees on the training ground were stunned when they saw who had spoken, then began talking among themselves.

"It's that guy again."

"We beat him half to death yesterday. How is he lively again today?"

"Hmph, after yesterday's lesson, I doubt he dares to act up."

...

Just as the outer disciple examinee finished speaking, Lin Fan, one hand on his hip and the other pointing forward as if commanding the world, shouted loudly.

"Everyone... forgive me for saying this..."

But this time, before Lin Fan could finish, the outer disciple examinees erupted.

"Fellow disciples, this guy is provoking us again, insulting us with words. He must pay the price!"

...

Lin Fan smiled as he watched the charging outer disciple examinees, a gratified look on his face.

"The child can be taught. After yesterday's incident, they can infer the rest. Not bad, not bad."

"Now let's see how much experience you can give Titan-grade Demon Body. I just hope it's not too little..."

Lin Fan looked at these excellent youths with great anticipation...

"+0."

"+0."

...

At this moment, Lin Fan's expression, which had been full of anticipation, suddenly changed.

What the heck...

This... this...

"Kid, today you'll know what a miserable end is."

"You never learn. Do you really think we're easy to mess with?"

"I am the son of the Prince of Zhennan. My Hellfire Art is already perfected. Let me show you the torment worse than death."

...

Lin Fan looked at the furious outer disciple examinees. If it were yesterday, he might have been excited, because the harder they tried, the more benefits he got.

But now...

"You little bastards, since you're so useless, let me show you the most terrifying martial art in the world, a pain you'll never forget for eternity..."

"Stealing the Peach..."

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