Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 45 - 00: Days of Arduous Cultivation, The Time Has Come Now

Chapter 45: Chapter 0045: Days of Arduous Cultivation, The Time Has Come Now

He called the opponent’s real name directly, without hesitation.

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"How do you know my name?" Feng Yisan asked in shock. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Though he was wearing an iron mask, his tone betrayed his disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.

An opportunity presented itself.

Shock is one thing, but in the midst of a brawl, freezing up is the height of foolishness.

Feng Yisan truly fell into a stupor, his movements becoming ungainly. Lin Fan seized the moment and slashed at his wrist, slicing through flesh. The stinging pain was as if burned by scorched flames.

"Damn it."

If not for Feng Yisan’s seasoned reflexes and speed, his hand would have been cleaved clean off.

He shouldn’t have responded to Lin Fan’s provocation. Regardless of his shock, admitting anything was a mistake.

Lin Fan felt regret. Just a little more force and he could have severed the opponent’s wrist, rendering him helpless.

Lin Fan observed for a moment.

Feng Yisan: Postnatal Realm expert.

Possible loot: Cultivation of seventy years, Battle Formation Seven Axes (top-tier), Sudden Death Three Strikes (top-tier), Five Extremes Killing Hand (top-tier), one Fine Iron Locking Axe, fifty silver note, and a partially-tattered secret letter.

Lin Fan only cared about the opponent’s cultivation. If he could claim that, none of these foes would escape alive, and all of their spoils would be his.

Wang Zhou and the others were already locked in combat, usually one against two. They not only had to contend with innate experts but also watch out for demons.

As for Zhao Desheng, while he seemed composed, he was actually struggling immensely.

He faced a demon with top-tier cultivation.

Though his sword skills were exquisite and his battle experience vast, the opponent’s superior cultivation exerted tremendous pressure on him.

He could only rely on nimble maneuvers and agile footwork to evade the demon’s attacks.

"When did this brat get so fierce?" Zhao Desheng’s gaze toward Lin Fan shifted. How long has it been? Back then, he was beaten to tears by a rabbit demon, but now he could spar with such terrifying foes. Did he devour some spiritual medicine?

Boom!

At that moment.

Lin Fan was struck by Feng Yisan, his chest shuddering as a horrifying force surged through him.

Damn!

He was injured.

I knew this guy wouldn’t be easy to deal with.

"Son of a—" Lin Fan couldn’t help but curse, his blade sweeping towards Feng Yisan’s abdomen as if promising to gut him on the spot.

Slosh!

The blade cut through Feng Yisan’s abdomen, and joy appeared on Lin Fan’s face. He almost visualized intestines spilling out like waterfalls.

But quick as it came, it vanished.

Feng Yisan was a seasoned fighter with rich experience. He whipped the iron chain from his axe’s tail, jolting Lin Fan’s blade away, then retreated, creating distance between them.

"This guy is formidable."

He pressed on his profusely bleeding abdomen, feeling the scalding heat as if his flesh had been singed.

Damn it!

He genuinely wanted to shred Lin Fan to pieces, but he refrained from speaking further to avoid revealing anything else.

Yet he couldn’t understand—how on earth did Lin Fan know his name?

That should have been impossible.

At that moment.

Lin Fan stood firm, enduring the ache in his chest. Fortunately, his thick skin and sturdy flesh dissipated much of the impact.

"He can be killed, absolutely killed."

Even though the opponent’s cultivation surpassed his by three years, Lin Fan was unafraid. From the earlier exchanges, he had discerned subtle flaws in Feng Yisan’s techniques. Though nuanced, they couldn’t escape his penetrating gaze.

Confidence was key.

Without confidence, one’s strength would never reach its potential.

"Feng Yisan, don’t hide behind that hypocritical mask. Others might not know who you are, but I do."

"Not only do I know who you are, I know who they are too."

"Don’t think I’m bluffing."

"He’s Wan Qinglai."

"He’s Yuan Bei."

Lin Fan didn’t resume attacking but rattled off the names of all the fighters around him under Feng Yisan’s incredulous gaze.

Though Feng Yisan’s face was concealed by a mask, his inner turmoil was plain to see.

For Feng Yisan, peace of mind was utterly unattainable.

Good heavens.

Who exactly was this man? He not only knew their names but got every one of them right.

Who was he? And how did he know their names?

Even the masked fighters engaged with Wang Zhou weren’t far from Lin Fan. Despite their immersion in combat, Lin Fan’s loud voice had carried far enough.

When they heard their names called, panic flickered in their hearts. Their fighting forms faltered; after all, they wore masks precisely to hide their identities.

Wang Zhou seized the opening. His Nine-Ringed Blade jingled as it slashed, injuring the opponent.

This dispelled Wang Zhou’s mounting pressure entirely. The task of fighting two opponents at equal cultivation levels had indeed been gruelling.

He was curious about how Lin Fan had managed such a feat.

But now wasn’t the time for questions.

Lin Fan had clearly disrupted the rhythm of the battlefield.

And for Lin Fan, opportunity sprang from chaos.

"I’ll slash!"

"I’ll cleave!"

"I’ll strike your weak spots!"

Lin Fan growled, stomping his foot as Bull Trampling Mountain Power erupted. His strength surged through his body, exploding at a speed beyond perception.

Lin Fan’s blade moved like a broom, sweeping towards Feng Yisan’s lower body.

This alarmed Feng Yisan, forcing him to defend his lower half. Lin Fan had pinpointed his vulnerability—his shaky footing—which stemmed from flaws in his cultivation technique.

Thus, when Lin Fan swept at his lower half, Feng Yisan was already bracing himself.

"Courting death." Feng Yisan cursed inwardly, swinging his axe with a visible change in form, adapting his technique mid-strike.

Clearly, he had altered his axe style.

But what use was that?

Lin Fan relied on his nimble physique, swiftly redirecting his attack. His blade smashed down onto Feng Yisan’s axe.

Clang!

Steel collided, sparks flew, and a heavy metallic clang rang out.

"Ha!" Lin Fan roared, pressing Feng Yisan’s axe to the ground. Then, his bald head slammed straight into Feng Yisan’s torso.

Head of Steel!

Countless days of training had finally paid off.

With Bull Trampling Mountain Power coursing through him, every bone resonated audibly, condensing power into a single point. Wild Boar Charge combined with Head of Steel—three techniques merged seamlessly.

Crunch!

Feng Yisan’s eyes widened in horror as his chest visibly deflated, his back hunching sharply. A resounding crash echoed as his entire body was hurled through the air.

"Ha, foolish fool. Believe what you’re told and suffer the consequences. But my name is Lin Fan, and I keep my word." Lin Fan ran his hand over his gleaming bald head. It shone like a spotless plate, gleaming brightly.

That one headbutt.

Even if it didn’t kill Feng Yisan, his five internal organs and six hollow organs would undoubtedly be shattered by his devastating bald strike.