Seeing this, Ye Fan's blood boiled with excitement.
He was born for battle and had never known fear.
Even when facing the strongest opponents, his heart was filled only with surging fighting spirit.
At this moment, hot blood flowed through his body, and boundless strength surged through him.
"Well done."
With a roar, Ye Fan swung both hands simultaneously, instantly blocking Mr. Bai's punch aimed directly at his chest.
"Crack."
Ye Fan felt a heavy, piercing pain in his wrist. His body was thrown back uncontrollably until he crashed against the wall behind him. Ye Fan coughed violently several times.
At the same time, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
How could Mr. Bai possess such immense strength?
Although Mr. Bai appeared thin and weak, seeming insignificant, when he truly exerted himself, his terrifying power was something even Ye Fan found difficult to withstand.
He raised a hand to rub his chest, gritting his teeth, his expression grim.
Meanwhile, Mr. Bai only retreated a couple of steps, a hint of surprise on his face. "Very few people can withstand my punch. You truly surprise me. However, you might withstand one punch, but perhaps not eight or ten. Now, if you regret it, it's still not too late. Are you willing to join the Heavenly King's Mansion?"
Even now, Mr. Bai had not given up, which showed how highly he valued Ye Fan.
Earlier that afternoon, she had already dispatched people to investigate Ye Fan's background.
Upon reviewing the investigation reports, Mr. Bai was overjoyed.
Although Ye Fan hailed from the small city of Jiangcheng, he had built his success entirely on his own, flourishing in Jiangcheng's antique circle. He had even attracted the attention of the Heavenly King's Mansion's Wang family, and subsequently, had repeatedly bested Feng Xiao in their confrontations.
How could such a person not capture his interest?
Moreover, the current Heavenly King's Mansion was far from its former glory. Its talent pool was dwindling, and there was no successor. If this continued, the Heavenly King's Mansion would likely be absorbed by other forces within a few years.
Furthermore, according to Mr. Bai's investigations, the various powers in Jiangnan City were simply waiting for the Heavenly King's Mansion to decline before striking to claim a piece of the spoils.
Therefore, one could imagine how dire the Heavenly King's Mansion's future would be.
Ye Fan slowly rose, straightening his body, a faint smile appearing on his face.
"Mr. Bai's repeated attempts to recruit me into the Heavenly King's Mansion are truly overwhelming, but as the saying goes, we do not plot together if our paths diverge. While I admit Mr. Bai possesses exceptional strength, I, Ye Fan, will never retreat. Let us fight."
Saying this, Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders and initiated the attack this time.
Seeing Ye Fan charge forward, Mr. Bai's face showed a brief moment of surprise, but it was quickly replaced by a smile.
This young man was increasingly fitting his taste.
Throughout the Heavenly King's Mansion, the younger generation treated him as if he were a ghost, terrified not only to engage him in combat but even to speak more than a few words.
Someone like Ye Fan was truly rare.
It was a pity that Ye Fan was so stubborn. No matter how much he was liked, if they stood on opposite sides, he would have no choice but to strike Ye Fan down.
"Since that is the case, this old man shall send you to another world."
With that said, Mr. Bai waved his hands, unleashing both fists simultaneously to meet Ye Fan.
Neither of them employed flashy moves; it was fist against flesh, relying solely on their raw power.
In terms of technique, Ye Fan was ultimately outmatched. He was struck in the chest by Mr. Bai several times.
A surge of blood rose to his throat, but he managed to swallow it back down.
His body swayed a few times, and Ye Fan's face turned flushed.
With blood churning, he could no longer bear it. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Seeing Ye Fan in such a state, Mr. Bai's face finally revealed an expression of excitement.
Most people would have been incapacitated after just one of his blows, yet Ye Fan had taken four or five hits and remained standing. This was beyond his comprehension.
He had initially thought Ye Fan had practiced some form of iron body technique, giving him extraordinary resilience, but it now appeared he was merely stronger than the average person.
With a cold smile playing on his lips, Mr. Bai slowly walked towards Ye Fan.
"An enemy of the Heavenly King's Mansion has only two paths: join us, or die. I have given you two chances, but you did not cherish them. Since that is the case, I can only send you on your way."
As he spoke these words, Mr. Bai still harbored a trace of regret in his heart.
However, it was fleeting, and his gaze soon became resolute again.
"Die."
With a furious roar, he unleashed both fists, aiming directly for Ye Fan's throat.
At that moment, Ye Fan clearly felt the approach of death.
The terrifying pressure rapidly closed in on him, as if it would crush him into a pulp at any moment.
A person's potential often erupts in the face of danger; this is a fundamental human instinct.
Just as the fists were about to make contact with Ye Fan, he gripped a protrusion on the wall and yanked with all his might, his body contorting sideways.
"Bang."
Mr. Bai's two fists slammed heavily into the wall behind Ye Fan, causing the wall itself to tremble instantaneously.
Simultaneously, directly behind Ye Fan, a stone door slowly creaked open.
"Rumble."
It turned out that the protrusion Ye Fan had instinctively grabbed to dodge was actually the opening mechanism for a secret chamber, which he had inadvertently triggered.
With an escape route now before him, how could Ye Fan miss it?
He instantly bolted outside.
"Scoundrel."
Mr. Bai missed his target and, seeing Ye Fan escape, erupted in fury. He cursed and then swiftly pursued Ye Fan.
Despite his injuries and the blood steadily flowing from the corner of his mouth, Ye Fan dared not slacken his pace. He moved with the wind, running with all his might.
Bursting out of the underground warehouse without pause, Ye Fan smashed through the door and emerged into the backyard, then scrambled over the courtyard wall and vanished into the night.
The entire process took mere seconds. Even with Mr. Bai's formidable strength, by the time he reached the backyard, Ye Fan had already disappeared without a trace.
"Ye Fan, I will surely skin you alive and grind your bones to dust."
Mr. Bai gnashed his teeth and spoke venomously.
Those he wished to kill had never escaped his grasp before. How could he not be enraged now?
Anger surged through him, and a trickle of crimson blood slowly flowed from the corner of Mr. Bai's mouth. His body staggered a few times.
Although he appeared unharmed after the fight with Ye Fan, Ye Fan had indeed landed some blows. While the injuries were not severe, he had sustained some internal damage.
Mr. Bai did not alert anyone else and turned back to his residence.
In his mind, Ye Fan had been designated as his top priority target for elimination.
Meanwhile, Ye Fan vaulted over the high wall and continued to sprint without stopping. Only when he saw lights ahead did he steady his pace.
"Old monster Bai, I will kill you."
Gasp.
He coughed up another mouthful of blood.
Ye Fan stumbled a few times, his vision suddenly went black, and he instantly lost consciousness.