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Chapter 3 Fang Qingxue's First Appearance: Martial Arts Clash with Supernatural Abilities!

The news that Zhao Tiehu, the master of Tiehu Martial Arts School, had been sent flying by a single finger spread like wildfire throughout the martial arts schools and families of all sizes in the capital overnight.

"Have you heard? Zhao Tiehu from Tiexi Alley got crippled!"

"Which Zhao Tiehu? The one with the Iron Shirt technique, known as the invincible Ming Jin?"

"That's right! I heard that right in front of his own house, someone poked him with a finger and sent him flying seven or eight meters, crashing into the wall like a painting, and he vomited blood on the spot."

"Holy crap, really? One finger? What kind of skill is that? They must have hired a ghostwriter, right?"

"What gunman? He's a master! Some say he looks to be in his early twenties, living in a dilapidated courtyard house. With a single flick of his finger, Zhao Tiehu's martial arts skills are as flimsy as paper!"

In the teahouse, several martial arts practitioners were talking animatedly, their faces filled with surprise and disbelief.

The martial arts world of Beijing may seem like a calm pond, but it's actually turbulent beneath the surface. Zhao Tiehu's actions stirred up a storm. Countless eyes were now quietly fixed on that unremarkable courtyard house.

At the same time, a black minivan silently glided into the alleyway and stopped in an inconspicuous corner. The door opened, and two burly men with bulging temples stepped out first. Their eyes were sharp as eagles, and they warily scanned their surroundings.

Then, a woman slowly got out of the car.

She wore a well-tailored white casual outfit, her long hair tied back, revealing a cool and beautiful face. Her name was Fang Qingxue, the eldest daughter of the international martial arts family "Dragon Group". She had come here to investigate a rare treasure related to ancient martial arts relics, and the family's intelligence network had ultimately pointed to this courtyard house.

"Miss, the information shows the target is inside, but this courtyard... something feels off," a bodyguard said in a low voice, his hand still on his waist.

Fang Qingxue didn't speak, but simply looked up at the vermilion courtyard gate. Her senses were more acute than the bodyguard's; she could feel that the courtyard seemed to be shrouded in an invisible "field," tranquil and serene, completely isolating it from the noise of the outside world.

She waved her hand, signaling the bodyguards to stay put, and stepped forward alone, gently pushing open the half-closed courtyard gate.

In the courtyard, a young man wearing a white T-shirt and shorts was lazily watering a few rose bushes in the flower bed with an old-fashioned watering can, humming an unknown tune.

Upon seeing Fang Qingxue, Lin Fan merely raised his eyelids and continued with his work, as if he hadn't noticed this uninvited guest.

Fang Qingxue frowned slightly. She had seen countless powerful people, but none of them were like the person in front of her. His aura was as ordinary as that of a passerby, but the ease that emanated from his bones made her wary.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Lin's home?" Fang Qingxue asked, her voice clear but carrying a hint of aloofness.

"The door is open, come in as you please." Lin Fan didn't even look up. "If you're thirsty, there's tea on the stone table, help yourself."

This feeling of being completely ignored made Fang Qingxue somewhat uncomfortable. She took a deep breath, and her family's secret spiritual ability quietly activated, transforming into an invisible tentacle that reached out towards Lin Fan. She wanted to see what secrets this seemingly ordinary young man was hiding.

However, the moment her spiritual power touched the area within three feet of Lin Fan, it was as if she had struck an invisible, intangible, yet vast and boundless wall. No, it wasn't a wall; it was a bottomless, tranquil ocean. Her spiritual power, poured into it, couldn't even stir up a tiny ripple before being easily assimilated and dissolved by that immense will.

A powerful backlash surged back through the mental connection!

Fang Qingxue groaned, her face turning deathly pale, and she stumbled, nearly falling.

She forced herself to steady herself, and the look in her eyes as she looked at Lin Fan completely changed. It was no longer scrutiny or probing, but a shocking, overwhelming gaze.

Just as she was about to lower her stance and speak again—

"boom!"

The courtyard gate was kicked to pieces from the outside, sending wood chips flying everywhere!

Seven or eight foreigners, armed with guns and wearing tactical vests, rushed in. Their movements were swift and decisive, clearly those of elite mercenaries who had experienced the horrors of war. The leader had flames burning on his arm, while another's palm was shrouded in a chilling white aura.

"Target confirmed! Clear all living things in the yard!" The lead fire-elemental user roared in broken Chinese, and a fireball the size of a basketball was already launched from his hand, heading straight for Lin Fan's face!

"Damn it, my door!" Lin Fan finally put down the kettle, his face full of displeasure. "And my newly planted flowers..."

He didn't even look at the fireball; he merely swayed slightly.

In Fang Qingxue's vision, Lin Fan's figure seemed to leave an afterimage in place, and the next second, he appeared in front of the fire ability user like a ghost.

He raised his hand, his five fingers together, and chopped down at the man's head.

A simple chopping punch.

There was no force of the punch, no loud noise.

But the savage grin on the fire-wielding ability user's face froze instantly. The flames in his eyes went out with a "poof," and he collapsed to the ground, as if his bones had been removed, without a sound.

At the same time, bullets and ice spikes were already raining down.

Fang Qingxue reacted extremely quickly, clasping her hands together to create a crystal-clear ice wall that rose from the ground, blocking most of the bullets. At the same time, she unleashed a mental shock on one of the gunmen, who screamed and collapsed to the ground clutching his head.

But her tricks were nothing more than child's play in front of Lin Fan.

Lin Fan's figure flashed through the small courtyard, and with each pause, a mercenary fell. He never made a second move; sometimes it was a simple punch, sometimes a light elbow strike, and sometimes he would simply extend two fingers and tap the opponent's joint lightly.

Those battle-hardened mercenaries and rare superhumans were as fragile as porcelain in his hands.

The battle ended in less than ten seconds.

The courtyard was littered with corpses, leaving only the strong smell of blood and gunpowder.

Lin Fan clapped his hands, as if he had only shooed away a few flies. He walked to the broken door frame and sighed, "Repairing this door will cost a lot of money."

He turned his head and looked at Fang Qingxue, who was completely stunned, and her two bodyguards who had just rushed into the courtyard and were equally bewildered.

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow.

"Have you had enough of watching the show? Shouldn't you give us an explanation for this mess?"