Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 32 - 00: Here It Comes, The Dropped Items Are Here

Chapter 32: Chapter 0032: Here It Comes, The Dropped Items Are Here

"Ah..."

Wang Zhou wanted to stop Lin Fan and warn him that this opponent was not simple, and with his current strength, he might not be a match. But it was too late to say.

Lin Fan had already rushed in with his blade to clash with Yang Zhi.

"Impressive, I didn’t expect this kid to hide his strength so deeply."

Wang Zhou immediately discerned that Lin Fan wasn’t ordinary, concealing considerable power.

"Brat, are you looking for death?"

Yang Zhi roared furiously, stepping heavily with a thunderous sound, leaving deep footprints on the ground. His twin hammers descended from the heavens with an overwhelming aura, an unstoppable force akin to an army’s charge.

The "Vajra Tornado Hammer" was an aggressive hammer technique. Once deployed, it became like a whirlwind—impenetrable and unstoppable, securing an undefeated position. Combined with Yang Zhi’s divine strength, it was immensely fierce, and few could endure it head-on.

BANG!

The twin hammers struck the ground, causing a tremor and leaving two deep craters.

"Universal Illumination."

The Fiery Sun Saber Skill and Supreme Yang Blade Technique followed a path of open, expansive strikes. A flick of the blade rushed directly at Yang Zhi’s neck.

But Yang Zhi, swinging his twin hammers, though seemingly clumsy, displayed remarkable agility in movement, using his hammers to intercept the blade.

CLANG!

Sparks flew violently.

Though the opponent’s strength was indeed immense, Lin Fan’s force was equally formidable.

"Twin Radiance!"

"Breaking Ridge!"

"Burning Earth!"

"Burning Sky!"

The saber techniques flowed endlessly in quick succession, assaulting Yang Zhi relentlessly. Lin Fan, after mastering this saber technique, had reached its peak proficiency, surpassing Lu Nian’s control over it.

SLASH!

Yang Zhi’s waist was struck by a blade, the searing pain felt like he had been roasted over flames.

"You brat, you’re driving me mad!"

"Vortex Hammer!"

Yang Zhi roared, stretching his arms straight, stomping the ground, and spinning rapidly. His speed increased continuously, creating dense hammer shadows that seemed to encircle him entirely.

The generated wind shredded through the grasses on the ground.

"Bull Trampling Mountain Power."

Amidst the hammer shadows, Yang Zhi growled deeply. With a heavy bang, as though something had been crushed, he dashed furiously toward Lin Fan.

"Danger."

A sense of foreboding surged in Lin Fan’s heart.

His Innate Divine Ability, Sudden Shock, was activated.

SWISH!

Lin Fan’s speed surged, allowing him to swiftly evade, moving like a fleeting shadow, appearing on the opposite side in the blink of an eye.

This was the Rabbit Demon’s Innate Divine Ability. Though only pseudo-bronze level in grade, its effectiveness was undeniable.

BANG!

Yang Zhi collided with a massive tree in his path, but under the impact, the tree toppled, obliterated by his hammer’s brute force.

"Terrifying, this guy thrives on brute force!" Lin Fan patted his chest. The rapid spinning formed an impenetrable defense, enough to frighten anyone to death.

"I’ll smash!"

Yang Zhi, spinning like a whirlwind, advanced again, his movement carving deep marks into the ground.

Lin Fan darted away once more.

BANG!

Another innocent giant tree was obliterated, brutally torn apart by Yang Zhi, a truly tragic sight.

"Ah... you brat, if you’ve got guts, stand still and let me see how I grind you into pieces!" Yang Zhi bellowed furiously, spinning so fast it was almost maddening. Damn it, this brat’s evasion speed was absurdly fast—he couldn’t even touch the hem of his clothes. Infuriating.

"If you’ve got guts, stop spinning for me," Lin Fan taunted. Going head-to-head with Yang Zhi was out of the question; he wasn’t foolish enough to take that risk.

"Damn it," Yang Zhi cursed angrily, lunging at Lin Fan again. The combination of Vortex Hammer and Bull Trampling Mountain Power was indeed terrifying, so much so that Lin Fan had no clue how to face him head-on.

Moments later.

The Vortex Hammer ceased.

Yang Zhi rested his twin hammers on the ground, panting heavily, dizzy and nauseous, unable to hold back his vomit.

The spinning had left him with a pounding headache.

"You brat, I..." Yang Zhi struggled to speak, his head overwhelmed, as though something inside was about to explode.

Though this technique was ferocious, its fatal flaw was its inability to sustain for long periods.

If pushed too far, it caused dizziness and nausea.

"The opportunity is here."

Lin Fan seized the moment and charged forward with his blade.

"Damn it." Yang Zhi grabbed his iron hammer in fury, but even with his dizziness, the hammer’s force was still formidable. However, Lin Fan’s strength was no joke either—it seemed to faintly suppress Yang Zhi. Raising his arm, Lin Fan chopped with his blade.

CLANG!

Yang Zhi staggered; the iron hammer in his hand flew off, his expression filled with shock, as though he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

"Wild Boar Charge!"

"Head of Steel!"

Lin Fan’s inner strength surged to his head, smashing fiercely into Yang Zhi’s abdomen. CRACK—a sharp sound accompanied bone-breaking.

"You’ve got combos, but so do I."

Lin Fan leaped forward, his glowing head smashing directly into Yang Zhi’s forehead. BANG—Yang Zhi’s skull caved in. Meanwhile, Lin Fan’s blade rotated between his fingers before plunging downward with a SLASH, piercing Yang Zhi’s chest and pinning him to the ground.

COUGH!

Yang Zhi coughed blood in large amounts, his eyes dimming into lifelessness. Raising his hand, he grasped Lin Fan’s collar, seemingly still unable to comprehend the outcome of the battle.

"The Vortex Hammer is indeed fun to play with, but play too much, and it’ll kill you," Lin Fan sneered, prying Yang Zhi’s fingers off and withdrawing his blade.

Yang Zhi died with regret at Lin Fan’s hands.

At the moment of his death.

He swore to himself to never practice the Vortex Hammer again.

Lin Fan immediately turned to look at Wang Zhou and saw that Yu Bin had long been beaten to the point of total incapacitation, lying motionless on the ground.

"Sir, no need for dirty hands—let me handle it."

Lin Fan rushed forward with his blade.

This kind of thing had to be handled personally; how could he let others do it for him?

Wang Zhou, just about to finish off the opponent, paused at Lin Fan’s words. He was somewhat puzzled and immensely surprised, never expecting Lin Fan to take down Yang Zhi so quickly.

This level of strength couldn’t be underestimated.

Yu Bin lay motionless, all his bones shattered by Wang Zhou. All he could do was glare at Lin Fan with rage.

He was unwilling to accept this.

The intricate plan he had devised—how had it been so easily unraveled?

There must be a traitor.

The traitor could only be Yang Zhi. Who else but him would know of his plan?

Even though Yang Zhi was now dead, Yu Bin still firmly believed this.

Otherwise, it couldn’t be explained.

"Die!"

Lin Fan attacked with a slash, and with a single stroke, Yu Bin’s head was severed from his body, rolling onto the ground.

"Phew!"

Lin Fan exhaled deeply, satisfied with the day’s gains. He wondered what drops might appear from this fight.

Maybe he’d hit the jackpot.

Wang Zhou looked at Lin Fan, his evaluation rising from a few levels to what seemed like dozens of floors of increased admiration.

This young man had the bearing of someone destined for Immortal cultivation.

But whether he truly had talent was uncertain.

He was just a mortal and couldn’t discern Lin Fan’s potential. Those gifted should not remain here—entering the Immortal Sect would be their best path forward.

TING... TING...

Something dropped, something was coming.

PS: Thanks to Mo Hanyan for the extravagant reward, thank you.

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