From Beast Abilities to Sect Grand Master

Chapter 68 Dang!

Dong!

Lin Fan's hammer hit the opponent's head.

The iron ring sounded different now.

As if Lin Fan's hammer had hit something really hard.

He could feel the impact reverberate right through to his arms.

"Argh!"

The brother rubbed his head at the wound inflicted by Lin Fan's hammers.

Now he was very frustrated with Lin Fan's hammers.

He turned toward Lin Fan and with his tiger paws went at Lin Fan.

When his Qi was released, one could faintly see the shape of a tiger behind him.

His cry sounded like a tiger.

Lin Fan quickly injected his Qi into his hammer, and the hammer got twice as large and blocked the Tiger Paw Strike.

Dang!

That sound again.

By now, the Storm Fist Thunder disciples just wanted his hammers gone.

Disciples from Qing Feng Sect's Artifact Peak looked upon the hammers with intrigue.

They started to have ideas for new weapons to forge.

Previously, all they could think of was getting the blades sharper.

With Lin Fan's hammers, it opened their minds.

"Watch out above!" Zhang Xi shouted at Lin Fan when the other brother jumped at him.

He had his hands shaped like a crane's head, coming down at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan wanted to use his hammers and strike up, but his opponent in front of him grabbed onto Lin Fan's hammers.

Coming in to help, Zhang Xi rained punches and hit at the man's back.

The man endured the pain and didn't let go.

"Yeah, finish him!"

"Without his pesky hammers, he is nothing!"

"Go Storm Thunder Fist Sect!"

The Storm Thunder Fist Sect cheered on when they saw this.

Finally.

Without his hammers, Lin Fan was not going to be a threat.

Lin Fan smirked and thought to himself, all of you wouldn't like me without my hammers.

To oblige them, Lin Fan let go of his hammers and, using his Iron Claws abilities, met the crane strike coming at him from above.

"Yes!"

The crowd went wild when they saw Lin Fan let go of his hammers.

They'd expected Lin Fan's hand to be poked through by the crane strike, and then his head.

What an arrogant fool to go against the crane strike with his bare hands.

However, none of what they expected happened.

Lin Fan's Iron Claw caught hold of the crane strike, and his fingers penetrated through the hands.

Just like Iron Claws cutting through soft tofu.

The opponent cried out in pain.

Lin Fan then did a frontal kick at the opponent in front of him.

Thud!

His kick using the Magnificent Leap sent him tumbling across the ground.

Next, he threw the opponent in his hands to the ground.

He then picked up his hammers and placed them on the head of the opponent lying down.

"Surrender or else," Lin Fan said.

He didn't want to kill them; they didn't have any malevolent intent toward him.

The other opponent, trying to use his tiger stance and wanting to come at Lin Fan again, stopped.

His brother's life was at stake.

The disciples of the Storm Fist Thunder Sect weren't too happy about his hesitation.

"Don't surrender!"

"Think about the sect!"

"It's time you pay back for the sect!"

Lin Fan shook his head at their fanatic display.

His opponent lying on the ground took a glance at his brother, pointed his chin at him, then closed his eyes.

His brother looked down at his hands, took a deep breath, directed all his Qi, and went at Lin Fan.

But before he could jump off.

He froze.

He couldn't move.

Then his hand raised uncontrollably.

"I surrender! Qing Feng Sect won!"

Words came out of his mouth.

But he didn't do it.

Someone was controlling him.

You shall thank me when you grow older, Lin Fan thought to himself.

The world is never lacking young fools ready to die for something transient.

Everything is but a fleeting moment.

And to sacrifice your brother for it is just so stupid.

The only things that matter are the ones you hold in your hands.

Like contribution points.

Lin Fan smiled when he thought about all the contribution points he would have.

"Qing Feng Sect won!" the judge raised his hands and announced the winner of the match.

The Qing Feng Sect disciples erupted in loud cheers.

"Qing Feng Sect!"

On the other end, the Storm Fist Thunder Sect kept quiet and simmered with anger.

They turned their attention to the brothers.

Why did you give up, you fool!

To them, winning was much more important.

But the brothers were core disciples of the sect master, so they could only curse silently.

The brothers had now gotten up, and someone gave them pills to recover.

With the effects of Thirteen Ghost Acupoint Strike gone, they now suffered from their strength being drained away from them.

"Storm Fist Thunder Sect! Beaten by a menial disciple! What a joke!"

"Haha, that reminds me. They lost to a lowly menial disciple!"

"If word gets out, where can they hide their faces!"

The Qing Feng Sect disciples started to pile on, making use of the fact that Lin Fan as a menial disciple had defeated them.

Everyone of them were pointing at the disciples from Storm Fist Thunder sect and laughing at them.

The Storm Fist Thunder sect disciples could only grind their teeth and kicked at the ground in frustration.

"Lin Fan, thanks for your help. Miss Rabbit would be pleased," Zhang Xi wanted to thank Lin Fan, but when she turned around, he was already gone.

On his way to get his earnings from the bet.

Nothing could stop him now.

When the banker saw Lin Fan, he sheepishly smiled and patted the back of his head. "If I knew you were this strong, I wouldn't have accepted your bet."

"Cut the crap, where are my contribution points?" Lin Fan had his hand out, waiting.

The banker sighed and took out his wooden slab, transferred five hundred contribution points, and passed it to Lin Fan.

"Congratulations, Lin Fan!" Ho Ming was all smiles when he came over.

When the banker saw Ho Ming, he'd nearly fainted.

He remembered that Ho Ming had made a bet of fifty contribution points.

Two thousand five hundred contribution points.

Where could he find so many contribution points?

The banker thought of running away, but Lin Fan stared at him intensely.