The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 11: Get out of the 20-meter radius!

As soon as he spoke, the man’s figure shot forward. His large hand lunged angrily for Qin Fan! Although he wouldn’t go so far as to seriously injure a boy of sixteen or seventeen, that didn’t stop him from deciding to teach him a proper lesson.

Nearby, Ye Congjun didn’t stop the middle-aged man’s presumptuous action. By now, it wasn’t just Ye Xuan who was curious; he himself was growing ever more intrigued. Besides, he knew the man would act with restraint.

"Courting death!"

The fury Qin Fan had been suppressing was finally unleashed. He shot the middle-aged man a cold glare, his eyes filled with a frigid bleakness, as if he were looking at an ant.

After his shout, Qin Fan remained seated, as still and solid as a mountain. In the next instant, the man’s thick, calloused hand was before him, aiming straight for the collar of his shirt. He intended to grab Qin Fan, hoist him high into the air, and teach him the kind of respect a boy his age ought to show.

But would he succeed? Ye Xuan was confident he would. Ye Congjun was even more so. Qin Fan was just a boy of sixteen or seventeen. How could he possibly withstand a martial artist who had reached the Great Success stage of Dark Energy? It seemed both grandfather and granddaughter could already picture Qin Fan begging for mercy in humiliation.

"How dare a grain of rice compete with the brilliance of the sun and moon? You are but an ant. Scram!" Qin Fan said again, his face expressionless and his voice filled with scorn as he faced the large hand just an inch away.

His right hand, which had been resting on his lap, suddenly lifted. With the casual grace of a passing cloud, he swept it toward the man’s incoming hand.

SLAP—

A dull sound echoed from the middle-aged man’s wrist.

The man froze for an instant before he was sent flying backward, crashing hard and awkwardly to the ground with a loud thud!

One move. Just a single, casual sweep of the hand. A martial artist at the Great Success stage of Dark Energy was defeated—utterly and humiliatingly, without a chance to even resist.

Ye Xuan was stunned. Ye Congjun shuddered reflexively, his turbid eyes filled with utter disbelief.

How is this possible? How could this be possible?

The words swirled in their minds like a curse.

"You, you... who exactly are you!" Ye Xuan blurted out, shaking her head violently after a moment of stunned silence.

She wanted to tell herself this was all just an Illusion Realm, but the reality before her struck her heart with undeniable force. As the Ye Family’s most beloved princess, how could she not understand what the Great Success stage of Dark Energy represented? That was a level of power that not even a King of Soldiers, the pinnacle of the special forces, could withstand for a single move! And now, such an expert had been instantly defeated by a sixteen-year-old boy?

Has this world gone mad? At sixteen or seventeen, forget Dark Energy; reaching Ming Energy would already be the mark of a prodigy!

"Who I am is none of your concern," Qin Fan said, his voice cold and indifferent. "In the past, you wouldn’t have even had the right to stand and speak to me. This is your final warning. Scram! Get twenty meters away from me, now!"

He was already furious at being interrupted at a critical moment in his practice of the Cangqiong Refining Body Technique. To then be annoyed by their chatter and attacked on top of it was infuriating. On the Cangqiong Continent, would that middle-aged man still be alive? If anyone suggested he would be, it would be the biggest joke in the entire Cultivation World.

"Xiao Xuan, come back!"

The shock in Ye Congjun’s eyes deepened. Faced with Qin Fan’s undisguised, glacial chill, he had no doubt the boy would strike Ye Xuan at any moment. In such a tense situation, he had no time to ponder Qin Fan’s mysteries and shouted hastily.

At her grandfather’s alarmed cry, Ye Xuan reflexively took two steps back.

"Twenty meters. Get out! You too," Qin Fan said, still unsatisfied. He raised a finger and pointed it coldly at Ye Congjun. All his earlier cordiality toward the old man was gone.

"Alright, alright! We’ll back off, we’ll back off!"

A newborn calf doesn’t fear the tiger. Ye Congjun knew he was dealing with a fearless youth who wouldn’t consider the consequences. Even though he held considerable power in his corner of Jiangzhou, what did that matter to a sixteen-year-old? Would a person like that stop to consider the consequences before acting, especially a monster who could defeat a martial artist at the Great Success stage of Dark Energy in a single blow?

Ye Congjun lost his nerve. It was only the third time he had backed down in his seventy-one years of life.

He pulled Ye Xuan and hurriedly retreated a good distance. Although Qin Fan estimated it was fifteen meters at most, he couldn’t be bothered to care anymore.

He closed his eyes once more. In his sea of consciousness, the Cangqiong Refining Body Technique materialized as countless strange, revolving characters. As he felt that familiar sensation slowly returning, Qin Fan’s handsome eyebrows twitched with excitement.

The middle-aged man scrambled up from the ground and walked over to Ye Congjun, his expression one of pained shame. "Elder Ye, I have disgraced you," he said, not daring to raise his head. Amid his humiliation and indignation, he had absolutely no intention of going back for another round, not unless the boy threatened Ye Congjun’s safety or Elder Ye himself ordered him to.

An expert’s quality is known from a single move. Qin Fan’s strike had shown him that he was no match whatsoever.

"How is your hand?" Ye Congjun asked, not a hint of blame in his voice as he glanced down at the man’s limp right hand, his old brow furrowed.

"The bone is dislocated. He held back. It’s nothing serious," the middle-aged man reported honestly.

This was him holding back?

Hearing this, Ye Congjun was utterly dumbfounded. The shock was written all over his face.

"Uncle Lu, how—how is this possible? You’re a martial artist at the Great Success stage of Dark Energy, and he’s just a boy! How can that be?" Ye Xuan exclaimed in disbelief, her face paling as she forced a smile.

How could it be possible? Uncle Lu wanted to know the answer to that himself. He could only shake his head at Ye Xuan with a bitter smile. He had no answer.

"You’re not his match either?" Ye Congjun asked, having somewhat recovered from his shock. Although he already knew the answer, he couldn’t stop the astonished question from leaving his lips.

"No," Uncle Lu replied with a solemn nod.

"This... this... this..." Ye Congjun stammered before finally managing, "Then in your estimation, what Realm is his strength at?"

Uncle Lu lowered his head, his eyes twitching as he thought for a moment. Finally, he said, "At the very least, he is at Dark Energy Peak, but I find that unlikely. He has likely crossed the threshold into the Transformation Realm, or at least touched its bottleneck. I’ve never fought a Transformation Realm master, so this is just my guess."

The Transformation Realm? A sixteen-year-old in the Transformation Realm? A sixteen-year-old Grandmaster? This is impossible! Absolutely impossible! Even if this boy started his Cultivation from the womb, he could never have achieved the strength of the Transformation Realm at this age! After all, Hua Xiaotian, once hailed as the strongest in all of Huaxia, had only reached the Great Success stage of Ming Energy at that age! For this boy to have broken through the bottleneck of Ming Energy, shattered the shackles of Dark Energy, and entered the Transformation Realm at sixteen or seventeen? Impossible. Absolutely impossible!