The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 233 - 229: Thunderous Rainy Homicidal Night! (1)

RUMBLE—!

The moment Qin Fan and Zhuge arrived at the Mountain Villa, the previously starry night sky was suddenly shrouded in dark clouds. Without any warning, the sky erupted with lightning and thunder!

POUR—!

Less than ten seconds later, a torrential downpour began to cascade from above.

It was as if Heaven itself were sentient, as if it could communicate with spirits, as if it foresaw what was to come. Perhaps this thunderstorm was its expression of being unable to bear witness.

"A thunderous downpour on a night for murder! It seems fate has already told me the Gambling King's decision!" Qin Fan paused outside the villa's gate, looking at the brightly lit scene inside as he shook his head with a wry smile.

"When choosing between money and life, most people make ignorant decisions. It is the way of fate, the cycle of destiny. Black and White Impermanence are on their way," Zhuge sighed sadly.

Despite his resentment toward Li Juncheng and his daughter, his deep friendship with Elder Li meant Zhuge still couldn't find it in himself to remain completely detached. But what good was a lamenting heart? Li Juncheng had chosen this path himself. Some things are simply inevitable. If a man is bent on seeking death, who can stop him?

"Let's go," Qin Fan said with a provocative smirk. "Time to watch me kill."

With his hands clasped behind his back, Qin Fan walked into the pouring rain. A palpable killing intent radiated from him, combining with the wet chill of the June night to cast an ominous cold over everything.

"Who goes there!" several security guards in raincoats rushed out.

Shaking his head, Qin Fan didn't bother to respond. In the next instant, his body shot forward.

The security guards saw only a blur before their eyes rolled back in their heads and they collapsed in the heavy rain.

"Master Qin, this—!" Zhuge cried out in shock from behind. He killed them just like that? Those security guards were innocent!

"They're not dead, just unconscious," Qin Fan said coldly without looking back, his pace never slowing. "Zhuge, stop questioning my actions. Just watch the show."

Zhuge was taken aback. He opened his rain-soaked lips as if to speak, but then closed them, a bitter smile forming. He said no more and simply followed.

「Inside the villa.」

Li Juncheng trembled as he watched the surveillance footage on his tablet.

"He's about to die!" the Martial Monk who knew a little Chinese sneered wildly.

At his words, the three men, all from the same martial school, needed no communication. With perfect understanding, they shot outside. In the rainy night, their ferocious appearance was plain to see. Judged by their demeanor, if they were monks at all, they were Evil Monks.

When they were still ten meters from Qin Fan, the three monks suddenly stopped, standing firm in the downpour.

Likewise, Qin Fan didn't slow his pace. Their eyes met, a brief but intense clash of wills.

"Kill!" A single word, spoken in Thai, spilled coldly and in unison from the mouths of the three Martial Monks.

With that, they clenched their fists with a crack, tensed their legs, and coiled their bodies. Like springs, they launched themselves toward Qin Fan. The unabated rain seemed to flutter around them as they surged forward, the wind and water roiling in their path. This detail alone proved they were far from ordinary.

In response, an amused smile touched Qin Fan's lips. "Finally, opponents who aren't in slow motion," he muttered.

In his eyes, the three Martial Monks were faster than any of the trash he had fought before. They were even much stronger than Lan Tianchun. With his quiet laugh trailing off, Qin Fan, soaked to the bone, moved to engage them.

"The First of the Seventy-Two Earth Evil Forms: Mountain-Bursting Slash!"

His aura suddenly surged. The lighthearted expression on his handsome face hardened into one of steely determination. With no probing attacks or playful exchanges, Qin Fan immediately unleashed his true martial arts. He sprang into the air, leaping two meters high. His hands, formed into blades, sliced through the rain as he chopped down at the two monks flanking him.

BANG!

As their close-quarters attacks met, Qin Fan's hand blades descended just as the two Martial Monks' iron fists arrived. The collision produced an unimaginable sound. How could bodies of flesh and blood create such a noise?

Following the impact, Qin Fan instantly and decisively pulled back. His hand blades reversed, his palms crossing horizontally before his chest as True Qi surged wildly from his Dantian.

At the same time, the middle-aged Martial Monk's explosive punch arrived, slamming directly into Qin Fan's braced palms.

A sharp, piercing crack echoed through the driving storm.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, the three Martial Monks gritted their teeth as they were blown backward. Their feet slid three or four meters across the wet ground before they barely managed to stop.

"Thrilling! It's been a long time since I've met an opponent like this!" one of the Martial Monks shouted arrogantly in broken Chinese. "Mr. Thirty Billion, I hope you don't disappoint us! Hahaha!"

Mr. Thirty Billion? Does that mean Li Juncheng spent thirty billion to take my life? He brazenly refused to pay the ten billion I asked for the Life Extending Fruit, but now he's willing to spend thirty billion to have me killed? Truly, the human heart is a tragic thing. Thinking this, Qin Fan shook his head in derision.

"Is that so?" he snorted contemptuously.

Harnessing the power of the torrential downpour, Qin Fan rushed forward again. His ghostly figure closed the distance in the blink of an eye, reappearing before the three startled monks.

"Money is a wonderful thing, but only if you're alive to spend it!"

As he spoke, he whipped out the Magic Artifact he had taken after killing Lan Tianchun: the Hemp Vine Whip.

HISS!

The whip, brimming with spiritual power, lashed out like a striking python, its hissing filling the air. It suddenly twisted and coiled around the neck of one astonished Martial Monk before he could even react.

With a sharp tug, the monk was yanked in front of Qin Fan.

There were no more words. Qin Fan's face was a mask of cold intent. He bent his arm back, channeling the enormous power of his True Yuan, and smashed his elbow into the Martial Monk's chest.

But in the next second, something unexpected happened.

Upon impact, the monk, still ensnared by the whip, merely let out a muffled grunt. A rebounding force erupted from his body, and the backlash sent a numbing sensation through Qin Fan's elbow.

I was overconfident!

Smiling wryly to himself, Qin Fan said, "Hmph. The Golden Bell Shield? You have some skill, but it's not enough."

As he finished speaking, a mocking laugh drifted on the air. Gripping the whip's handle, Qin Fan swung with all his might. The Martial Monk, who weighed at least eighty kilograms, was lifted off his feet by the whip around his neck and flung behind Qin Fan.

BANG!

Water sprayed wildly as the Martial Monk slammed heavily to the ground.

But Qin Fan gave him no chance to breathe. He spun around, his body exploding upwards in a high leap. He descended toward the fallen monk, palm outstretched. "The Third of the Seventy-Two Earth Evil Forms: Hundred Cracks Divine Miasma!"