Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 46 - 00: The Girl Is Seriously Injured Again

"Heh heh!"

Lin Fan was in an excellent mood. So what if the opponent was three years ahead of him in cultivation?

He still ended up rammed by Lin Fan, not even knowing which way was up.

Feng Yisan felt utterly miserable. His chest was tight, making it difficult to even breathe, and a torrent of blood spewed from his mouth.

He hadn’t expected to be injured this badly by this guy.

Seeing the bastard walking toward him, he was desperate to call for help, but his comrades were locked in combat with the enemy, evenly matched or even gaining an upper hand. How did it become like this for him?

What the hell?

Lin Fan approached Feng Yisan. When faced with dropped loot, there was no way he’d let it go.

"Go to hell."

With one strike of his saber, a vibrant life quietly met its end.

The fighting was intense now, leaving no time for idle chatter. To avoid any risks, he had to kill the opponent immediately. If someone else came to finish him off, wouldn’t that be a huge loss?

"Explode! That seventy years of cultivation had better drop for me!"

Lin Fan silently prayed. If seventy years of cultivation dropped, then all trouble would cease to be trouble.

"Obtained cultivation technique: Five Extremes Killing Hand (First-class)."

Damn it.

That was it.

No further drops were prompted.

The seventy years of cultivation eluded him.

"You deserved to be chopped to pieces, you bastard." Lin Fan cursed under his breath while heading toward Zhao Desheng. "Old Zhao, don’t panic. I’m coming!"

Zhao Desheng was struggling against a first-class demon. His body was already covered in numerous wounds.

The demon he was fighting was an Eagle Demon, incredibly fast and equipped with razor-sharp talons. Regular weapons, without the infusion of inner strength, would be shattered in an instant.

"How’s it going? Still holding on?" Lin Fan asked as he joined Zhao Desheng’s side.

Zhao Desheng let out a breath. "If you hadn’t come, I really wouldn’t have lasted much longer. This damn beast has some tricks."

Lin Fan eyed the Eagle Demon, whose outstretched wings spanned nearly two meters wide, and his eyes gleamed.

Eagle Demon: First-class demon. freeweɓnøvel.com

Possible drops: Forty years of cultivation, Wood Spirit Root (fragment), Eagle Eye (Pseudo Bronze Level), Edge (Pseudo Gold Level), Eagle Strike (First-class), Gale Wings (Second-class).

"Didn’t think demons could drop such impressive stuff."

Lin Fan muttered to himself. Not only were there Spirit Roots, but also Innate Divine Abilities. Eagle Eye was Pseudo Bronze Level, while Edge was Pseudo Gold Level—the highest level of Innate Divine Ability he’d encountered so far.

His gaze swept over other demons. They had Innate Divine Abilities as well, but none exceeded the Pseudo Gold Level.

Maybe this had nothing to do with cultivation level.

"Brother Lin, what are you muttering about?" Zhao Desheng asked. The saber in his hand was already marked with scratches from the Eagle Demon’s talons and was close to being completely ruined.

"Nothing. Just wondering how many moves this Eagle Demon can last against me." Lin Fan replied.

In the past, Zhao Desheng wouldn’t have allowed Lin Fan to show off like this in front of him.

But now, Lin Fan had earned the right to brag.

Didn’t he just watch Lin Fan kill that guy?

The Eagle Demon hovered in midair, its razor-sharp beak gleaming coldly.

Suddenly.

The Eagle Demon flapped its wings and dove down, folding its wings tightly as its body rotated rapidly. The airflow churned violently, creating an immensely powerful impact.

"Watch out."

Zhao Desheng warned. This move from the Eagle Demon was terrifying—if one wasn’t careful and got hit, the wound would be spiral-shaped, resulting in an extraordinarily gruesome injury.

"Old Zhao, watch closely. This move is my self-created Eagle Killing Saber Technique."

Lin Fan, of course, hadn’t actually developed his own saber technique, but his cultivation surpassed the Eagle Demon’s, allowing him to bulldoze through with brute force.

"Breaking Ridge!"

At this moment, Lin Fan’s saber struck toward the Eagle Demon’s beak. Although the Eagle Demon’s aggressive aura seemed overwhelming, in Lin Fan’s eyes, it was nothing special.

Swish!

A flash of brilliance.

Lin Fan appeared in the distance, maintaining the stance of his saber strike before slowly lowering his arm.

As his arm descended.

Splurt!

Crack! The Eagle Demon’s beak formed fractures, and a fatal wound extended from its beak to its neck, torso, and finally to its tail.

Crackle~

Split open.

Blood sprayed everywhere, and the massive body crashed upon the ground with a thunderous boom.

"That’s just absurdly strong!" Zhao Desheng was dumbfounded, staring at the fallen Eagle Demon, then at the calm Lin Fan.

What had happened over the past few days?

This level of strength was just too much.

Taking it down in one move.

He had struggled with the Eagle Demon for some time, nearly dying, yet this kid managed to finish it off in a single attack.

The gap was immense.

At this moment, Lin Fan was a bit tense.

Could he ascend to the heavens? It all depended on this moment.

"Obtained cultivation: Forty years."

"Yes!"

Lin Fan nearly jumped with excitement. It felt amazing. He hadn’t expected such luck—he almost wanted to kneel before the Eagle Demon in gratitude. Your death was not in vain. Sadly, humans and demons were destined to remain separate, and your love for me would have to stay buried deep in my heart.

But that wasn’t all.

"Obtained Innate Divine Ability: Edge (Pseudo Gold Level)."

Fortune truly favored him.

For Lin Fan, his previous cultivation of sixty-seven years had now skyrocketed to one hundred and seven years.

This level of inner strength had already reached the peak of the Innate Realm.

For now, he set these thoughts aside.

The situation was shifting.

"Retreat!"

"Fall back!"

Yuan Bei, who was fighting Wang Zhou, hadn’t anticipated the turn of events. Continuing to battle could take down a few more opponents, but Feng Yisan’s death had thrown everything into disarray.

With two more people able to join the fight, continuing the clash would yield no advantages.

Swish!

Swish!

Yuan Bei’s figure shot away like an arrow toward the distance. Whether the demons perished or not didn’t matter anymore – they just needed to escape.

The demons, seeing the humans retreating, wouldn’t dare linger alone. They scattered faster than anyone else.

Lin Fan raised his saber, ready to chase.

"Don’t chase them." Wang Zhou called out, clutching his chest, half-kneeling on the ground and coughing up a mouthful of blood. His face had turned noticeably pale.

"Sir, are you alright?" Lin Fan asked, glancing toward the distance with some regret. Though it wasn’t possible to capture them all, at least one more could’ve been killed.

"The injuries are serious. The opponent’s cultivation is slightly above mine, coupled with a demon’s sneak attack—I got struck. If the fight had continued, the outcome would’ve been hard to predict." Wang Zhou said, then looked at Lin Fan. "Still, I didn’t expect so many surprises from you."

Lin Fan killing a Postnatal Realm expert was truly astonishing.

No one knew what kind of miraculous treasures Lin Fan had consumed to elevate his cultivation to this level.

As a Noble Family young master, Li Zhiyong and his peers naturally didn’t lack access to rare treasures, making it relatively easy for them to cultivate to the Innate Realm. But for someone like Lin Fan without any background or status, obtaining such treasures was purely a matter of luck.

Just then.

Li Zhiyong’s heart-wrenching cry echoed.

"Junior Sister Liu..."

Turns out the girl had once again been gravely injured.

PS: Thanks to: Crispy Cute Melon, for rewarding ten thousand Qidian Coins.

PS: Happy National Day, the military parade was fantastic—holy crap, it’s impressive how synchronized they are.