Chapter 6: Senior Brother, One Step at a Time.

The peerlessly handsome man standing beside the man in blue was watching in utter shock.

How could this be? How could this guy possibly hold up?

"You're the most interesting punching bag I've seen in my ten-plus years in the sect," the man in blue said with a light laugh, then his expression changed, his originally mild face suddenly turning severe.

"But too much steel makes it easy to break."

"Bang..."

Lin Fan took a hit, his body flying into the air, blood blossoms dancing in the sky.

"Ding, experience +3000."

"What a rush."

Lin Fan lay on the ground, feeling the experience gain, his heart nearly bursting with excitement.

The man in blue looked at Lin Fan lying on the ground, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "A half-strength strike from the third level of the Houtian realm—even the highest level of the Titan-grade Demon Body can't withstand it. But don't worry, you won't die; I held back. Go, carry him and follow me."

The peerlessly handsome man looked at Lin Fan lying there, gloating, and could only say one thing to him.

"Courting death."

The man in blue turned his back, preparing to leave. A talent who could withstand a half-strength strike from the third level of the Houtian realm—he wondered if his senior brother would be interested in recruiting him.

There were countless extraordinary people in the world. The Holy Demon Sect, a ten-thousand-year-old sect, had seen all kinds of disciples.

This punching bag practiced the Titan-grade Demon Body but had cultivated it to a higher level. That was undeniably a talent, but it wasn't enough.

The man in blue had already seen that this punching bag hadn't even reached the Houtian realm; in his eyes, he was just a slightly special ant, not destined for greatness.

But at that moment, the man in blue's expression changed, a hint of disbelief on his face.

"Heh, not bad, not bad. A bit heavier than before, but still not enough." Lin Fan stood up, rubbing his chest. It really hurt, but these free experience-giving powerhouses were rare. If he didn't seize this opportunity, he'd regret it later.

"You..." The man in blue stared at Lin Fan in astonishment. What was going on with this guy? How could this be?

Lin Fan looked at the man in blue, a hint of a scheme forming in his mind. He had exposed himself. The Titan-grade Demon Body had only three layers and couldn't withstand attacks from Houtian experts. But now, letting this guy beat him to gain experience for the Titan-grade Demon Body was his way of ensuring he had enough self-defense capability.

Following the man in blue, he didn't know what would happen. Life or death was a fifty-fifty chance.

The punching bag faction weren't true disciples of the Holy Demon Sect; no one cared whether they lived or died.

So Lin Fan had to fight for himself.

Since others couldn't discover his uniqueness, he would prove it himself.

"Fine, let's see how long you can hold out." The man in blue's aura surged, and a full-strength strike from the third level of the Houtian realm slammed into Lin Fan.

"Ding, experience +4000."

"Ding, congratulations, Titan-grade Demon Body has leveled up."

Lin Fan was so thrilled he felt like flying. Leveling up was just too fast—a few hits and he leveled up. And this experience baby was slowly increasing his power, helping him by gradually raising the intensity, making the experience skyrocket.

If the man in blue had unleashed his full strength at the eighth level of the Houtian realm from the start, even if Lin Fan's Titan-grade Demon Body had reached the seventh layer, he would have been blown to bits instantly.

Seeing Lin Fan get up again, the man in blue's previously composed expression gradually turned to anger.

He felt a sense of humiliation. Although he had controlled his cultivation, this guy had clearly been beaten until he spat blood, yet he stood up again and again. It was truly unbearable.

"Fine, today I refuse to believe this is possible." The man in blue grew furious.

Seeing the man in blue getting angry, Lin Fan was secretly amused.

Refusing to believe it was exactly right. In the end, even if he didn't believe it, he'd have to.

"Bang..."

Lin Fan flew out again.

"Ding, experience +5000."

He got up.

"Bang."

He flew out again.

"Ding, experience +6000."

"Bang..."

"Ding, experience +6000."

"Ding, congratulations, Titan-grade Demon Body has leveled up."

...

"Why can you still stand up?" The man in blue could no longer maintain his composure. Lin Fan's repeated rising had severely damaged his confidence.

The peerlessly handsome man beside him had long been dumbfounded, standing there motionless as if he had seen a ghost.

"Come..." Lin Fan didn't want to say much; he just crooked his finger.

"Damn it, today I refuse to believe..."

"I don't quite believe it either, so you need to prove yourself." Lin Fan looked at the man in blue and said comfortingly.

"Damn it, in that case, a full-strength strike—let's see how you withstand it." The man in blue was also provoked into anger by Lin Fan. After all, he was a young man in his twenties, naturally a bit hot-headed.

Years of cultivation collapsed in an instant.

Hearing that he was going to use full strength, Lin Fan was startled, almost scared shitless.

No way.

A full-strength strike from the eighth level of the Houtian realm would blow him to pieces!

"Senior Brother in blue, take it slow. Just now it was the third level of the Houtian realm; now it should be the fourth level. One step at a time, don't skip steps!" Lin Fan quickly shouted.

If the other party still insisted on full strength, Lin Fan had already decided he would kneel and admit defeat. He couldn't let himself be blown to bits like a dog.

"Fine, a half-strength strike from the fourth level of the Houtian realm—let's see how you withstand it." The man in blue let out a long cry, his form shifting. From start to finish, Lin Fan hadn't been able to see how the man in blue attacked.

Fast... too fast.

"Bang..."

Lin Fan flew out again.

But this time, Lin Fan wasn't immersed in the thrill of skyrocketing experience; he was pondering a question.

It seemed he needed to reassess the disciples of the Holy Demon Sect. Their IQs were a bit touching.

At this moment, Lin Fan looked at the man in blue and couldn't help but feel a hint of affection.

Of course, it was fondness. If there were more talents like this, what would he ever have to worry about?

"Ding, experience +7000."

"Good, Senior Brother, that strike made my blood surge and I spat out a whole basin of blood. But it's still not enough. Hit me again." Lin Fan wiped his mouth as if he had eaten without paying.

"Damn it, how can you still stand up? Let me show you my strongest power." The man in blue's black hair fluttered in the wind.

"No, Senior Brother in blue, just now it was a half-strength strike from the fourth level of the Houtian realm. Now it should be a full-strength strike. One step at a time, take it slowly. You can't break your word." Lin Fan shouted.

"Fine..."

Hearing this, Lin Fan secretly wiped away a tear. Touching.

"Ding, experience +8000."

"Ding, Titan-grade Demon Body has leveled up."

...

"Ding, experience +9000."

"Ding, experience +10000."

...

"Ding, Titan-grade Demon Body has leveled up."

...

"Ding, Titan-grade Demon Body has leveled up."

...

"Ding, Titan-grade Demon Body has leveled up."

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Half-strength strike from the fourth level of the Houtian realm.

Full-strength strike from the fourth level of the Houtian realm.

Fifth level of the Houtian realm.

Sixth level of the Houtian realm...

...

At this moment, the peerlessly handsome man had already fallen to the ground, foaming at the mouth and convulsing.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

And at that moment.

The man in blue had disheveled black hair, bloodshot eyes, and a ferocious face.

"Ah... why can you still stand up?" The man in blue had completely lost his composure, striking Lin Fan blow after blow.

"Ding, experience +1000."

"Ding, experience +1000."

Lin Fan sighed and glanced at the data.

Name: Lin Fan.

Level: 9. (Houtian realm awaiting activation)

Experience: (0/1000).

Technique: Titan-grade Demon Body, Layer 18 (0/1000000).

Steal the Peach, Layer 10 (1000/10000).

Lin Fan felt he had gone too far, really too far.

Senior Brother in blue had already unleashed his full strength at the eighth level of the Houtian realm, but by now Lin Fan was completely immune to it.

Watching Senior Brother in blue frantically beating him, Lin Fan could only let him attack, waiting for him to vent his frustration before he would calm down.