Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 64 - 00: What Are You Here For If Not To Kill Me
Chapter 64: Chapter 0064: What Are You Here For If Not To Kill Me
Lin Fan came and went like a shadow, effortlessly and elegantly.
Upon hearing there was a fight to be had, his legs seemed to be blasted by jet engines, firing him forward in a blur of wind and fire, transforming instantly into streaks of residual shadows.
Wang Zhou wanted to check if it was Lin Fan arriving, but his vision blurred, unable to confirm the face—it was too fast, leaving him momentarily stunned.
Yuan Bei’s expression changed dramatically before turning furious. He was moments away from killing Wang Zhou, but someone jumped in to stop him. Damn bastard.
"Courting death."
Yuan Bei’s palms moved like lightning, forming shadows that rolled ahead in a suffocating tide.
Lin Fan raised his blade and slashed wildly, not bothering with techniques. It didn’t matter if his Sword Skill was chaotic; it was chaos aimed straight at Yuan Bei.
He was almost trembling with excitement.
"How is that possible?"
Yuan Bei mocked the lack of technique in Lin Fan’s slashes, noticing the blatant flaws. Yet moments later, his shock surged.
The opponent’s Sword Skill indeed had many issues.
But the speed of the strikes was terrifyingly fast—blindingly so. By the time he noticed Lin Fan unsheathing the blade, it was already before him.
To Yuan Bei’s horror, Lin Fan’s cultivation was anything but hollow. Each strike carried a boundless force, roaring like an unending torrent downriver.
There was no way to block it directly.
"Slash!"
Lin Fan roared, his foot shattering the ground, unleashing Bull Trampling Mountain Power, striking Yuan Bei’s head with a dominating slash.
Yuan Bei panicked; the strike was so fast, there was nowhere to escape. He raised his hands, and two daggers hidden in his sleeves shot out, guarding his overhead.
The blade descended.
*Crack!*
A seemingly ordinary blade, infused with overwhelming cultivation, cleaved through iron like mud. The daggers shattered instantly.
The blade gleamed momentarily as it sliced through Yuan Bei’s body.
It was too fast.
In the blink of an eye, the blade had already sliced through and hit the ground.
*Pshhh!*
Yuan Bei’s eyes remained wide, his body split in half, blood soaking the earth.
An Innate Realm expert—dead.
"Lord Lin, rest assured, leave these people to me. You should take a breather." Lin Fan sheathed his blade and glanced back at Wang Zhou. But upon seeing the Second Boss, his eyes widened with curiosity. "What’s his deal?"
Wang Zhou’s mouth hung wide enough to fit an egg; moments later, he snapped back to reality. "Don’t worry about him. It’s a complicated story—I’ll explain later when this is over."
"Alright." Lin Fan nodded earnestly, though he truly cared little about such things. Back when he was imprisoned, he’d often wonder if his life—muddled and mundane—was what he wanted.
Obviously not.
So when he learned Wang Zhou was being hunted, he grabbed his blade and set off without hesitation. Whoever it was? Cut first, talk later.
Yin Ji stared in disbelief. "Brother Wang, that subordinate of yours is impressive! He seems stronger than you!"
Wang Zhou glanced back, unwilling to exchange needless words.
Still, the shock Lin Fan brought him lingered strongly.
"Not bad, not bad indeed. Two Innate Realm experts and a powerful Demon—none of them are leaving here alive. I’ll kill them all."
Lin Fan ignored whatever Yuan Bei dropped; such baubles simply didn’t interest him. Instead, his gaze shifted toward the three figures ahead.
The Boss frowned, sensing an anger within Lin Fan’s eyes. Those eyes treated them like prey.
This feeling irritated him endlessly.
"Take him out!" the Boss roared furiously. Yuan Bei’s death shook him deeply, but so what? This brat would die here regardless.
Wan Qinglai gathered all his strength and charged at Lin Fan.
Lin Fan plunged his blade into the ground, attacking barehanded. Stepping down, the floor tiles cracked apart as his body became streaks of residual shadows, aiming to kill Wan Qinglai.
Innate Divine Ability: Razor Light.
Under the moonlight, his ten fingers shimmered brightly as he spread them wide, clutching Wan Qinglai’s chest directly.
"Five Extremes Killing Hand!"
"Divine Ruin and Extinction!"
Lin Fan’s five fingers pressed against Wan Qinglai’s chest, his palm seemingly generating suction.
Wan Qinglai felt his heart as if being pulled by an unseen force, rushing toward Lin Fan’s palm. Severe pain surged through him.
And then—
Lin Fan’s fingers retreated slightly before thrusting forward in full force. *Bang!* Wan Qinglai’s heart exploded instantly, leaving no outward signs of injury. But soon, from his eyes, nose, ears, and more—blood began to seep out.
*Boom!*
Wan Qinglai’s eyes widened in disbelief as he collapsed to the ground. He couldn’t believe this was the end.
Instant kill.
He’d been defeated in mere moments.
Lin Fan had closed the distance in the blink of an eye, his five fingers pressing against Wan Qinglai’s chest, leaving no room for response—as though his cultivation was entirely suppressed.
To Lin Fan, the Five Extremes Killing Hand truly lived up to its name as a domineering and vicious technique. His fingers pressed against Wan Qinglai, the ferocious intent poured into the vital acupuncture points, sealing and severing everything.
Brutal.
Wang Zhou exchanged a glance with Yin Ji.
"Dead already?"
"Brother Wang, just what level has your subordinate reached? Perhaps, he’s already ascended to the Immortal Realm?"
Yin Ji had fought Wan Qinglai previously. Though Wan Qinglai wasn’t as strong as him, he wasn’t someone easy to kill either.
"Refreshing. Adrenaline pumping."
Lin Fan felt an exhilarating satisfaction coursing through his body, each pore seemingly opening wide to absorb it all.
"Serpent Gang Boss, your turn."
He turned to lock his gaze onto the Boss.
The Boss’s expression shifted dramatically, yelling, "Brat, you’ve got a death wish."
Lin Fan leapt into the air, spreading his arms wide as he appeared before the Boss, striking with a direct palm attack.
The Boss refused to back down, crossing his arms and roaring. His robes billowed, colliding with Lin Fan’s strike head-on.
*Boom!*
A muffled sound reverberated deeply.
The Boss’s face flushed red, his blood rushing uncontrollably to his face, swelling crimson.
His feet staggered backward, unable to withstand Lin Fan’s palm strike.
"How could this happen?" The Boss was utterly horrified.
But this wasn’t the time for astonishment. Lin Fan’s fingers gripped his wrist, and as he struggled to break free—
Lin Fan twisted his wrist; his fingers slid swiftly along the Boss’s arm until they reached his armpit.
"Broken Bone!"
*Crack!*
In just a fleeting moment—
All the bones in the Boss’s arm shattered, his veins severed entirely.
"Ah!"
The excruciating pain sent the Boss into bitter cries.
"The worst is yet to come."
Lin Fan pulled the Boss’s arm back at an unnatural angle.
His hands lunged for the Boss’s other arm before targeting his legs, pelvis, waist, moving upward all the way to his neck.
*Ding!*
*Ding!*
It seemed like mere superficial touches, but if one observed closely, they’d see dozens of finger techniques executed within that instant, striking each part of the Boss.
Externally, everything appeared intact, yet internally, his body was ruined beyond repair.
The Boss’s screams didn’t cease for a second.
When Lin Fan released him, the sound of shattering followed—a cascade as his body seemed to collapse like a pile of blocks tumbling down.
The Boss’s stature shrunk drastically, almost unrecognizable.
"Time for your sendoff."
Lin Fan pressed the Boss’s head while lifting his chin.
"Lord Lin, mercy! Don’t kill him!" Yin Ji snapped out of his daze and cried out hastily.
*Crack!*
The Boss’s neck twisted 180 degrees as his tongue lolled out, head dangling lifelessly.
Mercy?
Why would I be here if not to kill?
Still, basic courtesy remained. Lin Fan turned and asked, "What did you say?"
Yin Ji blinked, swearing to the heavens Lin Fan was being deliberately obtuse. But—
"Nothing."
PS: Thanks to "Like the Wind, Enchanting" for the generous reward.
