Chapter 741: I Really Don't Believe It

The fourth punch was crucial.

The scene of simultaneous critical hits would surely shake heaven and earth.

Lin Fan suddenly stepped back and threw a punch. The space around the Blade Emperor and Spear Emperor trembled violently. Two fists, plain and unremarkable, yet with an eerie aura, descended with overwhelming force, as if containing everything. This ordinary punch was filled with supreme principles.

Bang! Bang!

Critical hit!

Lin Fan felt a tangible force brewing within their chests, like thunder accumulated for ten thousand years, wanting to be released all at once.

No, I need to get farther away.

Lin Fan's heart trembled with a sense of dread, as if the power generated by the explosion would be earth-shattering.

How could this be? The Blade Emperor and Spear Emperor were greatly shocked, their faces full of disbelief.

Bang!

With a loud rumble, the entire world seemed to shake.

A dazzling light illuminated heaven and earth, the sky flickering. Lin Fan covered his eyes, finding the light somewhat blinding.

At the same time, a powerful force followed.

Lin Fan's clothes fluttered and his long hair drifted. The powerful shockwave, like a sharp blade, tore at his body. If not for his own formidable strength, he might have perished under this explosion.

Damn, this explosion is a bit intense. I wonder if those two old men are dead. But they should be fine—the explosion came from within, so it probably won't harm them.

Lin Fan thought carefully; indeed, that made sense.

When the light faded and the world returned to clarity, Lin Fan stared intently ahead. Seeing that the old man was still standing there, his heart filled with joy.

Good, he's fine.

The power unleashed by this burst of milk was beyond Lin Fan's expectations, but fortunately, it didn't blow those two guys to death; otherwise, there would be a shortage of hands for the next experiment.

Screams of agony came one after another.

Blade Emperor and Gun Emperor stood there dumbfounded, then a sharp pain struck, and they couldn't help but roll on the ground.

They hadn't expected things to turn out like this. Especially the hollow feeling in their chests nearly drove them to collapse.

Loss of integrity in old age—truly, loss of integrity in old age.

Now, their clothes were disheveled, and the two holes in their chests were particularly conspicuous, as if they had suffered some inhuman torture.

"How is it?"

Lin Fan flicked his sleeve, landing lightly before them, then grabbed the weapons of Blade Emperor and Gun Emperor.

"Not bad, two low-grade Dao artifacts. It seems being a coolie for the Ancient Clan's supreme being has its perks."

Lin Fan said with a smile. These two low-grade Dao artifacts could only be forged by the Ancient Clan.

These two fellows, with their cultivation at the Divine Heaven Realm, Ninth Layer, Eight Desolates Unity Stage, were considered peak experts. But to the Ancient Clan's supreme being, "Saint," those who hadn't achieved Eternity were ultimately mere ants.

Even he himself, before the "Saint," was probably just a slightly stronger ant.

However, Lin Fan wasn't afraid. Even if his strength was inferior, he had many tricks up his sleeve. With a bit of luck, he might even manage to kill the opponent.

"What kind of martial art is this? How can such a martial art exist in the world?"

Blade Emperor and Gun Emperor roared in fury. When they were struck by that punch, they had channeled their mana to suppress it, but they found that no matter how hard they tried, it was useless. This left them utterly dumbfounded.

Even the Ancient Clan's supreme being probably didn't have this ability.

"Hehe." Lin Fan chuckled softly, then suddenly squeezed the two low-grade Dao artifacts. The artifact spirits within struggled incessantly, even letting out pleas for mercy.

But Lin Fan put them into his cave heaven and handed them over to "Demon City."

Inside the cave heaven, the ancient great demon suddenly opened its eyes. Its giant hand reached out, grabbed the two low-grade Dao artifacts, and swallowed them in one gulp.

Pfft!

Telepathically, the Blade Emperor and the Gun Emperor suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You destroyed our Dao artifacts," the Blade Emperor said harshly, his heart burning with rage.

"Are you three old farts insane? I haven't even provoked you, yet you dare to come knocking on my door. Isn't that just asking for death?" Lin Fan said.

"You'll die a miserable death. The Supreme Saint will never let you off," the Blade Emperor roared, but the pain in his chest tormented him, making every movement unbearable.

"Enough, I've heard that line many times. Too bad you can see I'm still standing here, safe and sound," Lin Fan said with a laugh.

How many ancient clans wanted him dead? But regrettably, none had been able to kill him so far.

"Alright, no more nonsense. Let's move on to the next experiment."

Lin Fan flicked his sleeve and directly collected the Blade Emperor and the Gun Emperor into his cave heaven.

"Let me go, let me go!" Inside the cave heaven, the Immortal Beard Elder roared angrily, but he was entangled by the Parasol Tree and couldn't break free.

"Blade Emperor, Gun Emperor, why are you here? How is that little beast?"

The Immortal Beard Elder asked hastily upon seeing the two, but when he saw their current state, his heart trembled.

"You..."

A bad feeling surged in his heart—could it be that even the Blade Emperor and Gun Emperor had been suppressed by that little beast?

Until now, the Immortal Beard Elder didn't know how he had fainted. When he woke up, he found himself tied up here, unable to move at all.

"Good, the three of you are together. That's a kind of completeness," Lin Fan said with a laugh.

Then he looked toward the Electroshock Therapy Academy.

Now, the Thunder Taming Dharma King had stopped coming out, focusing entirely on the Art of Conversion.

Above the Electroshock Therapy Academy, Buddha light flickered, as if he had reached a very high level of cultivation.

"Young friend, let us go. We were wrong, truly wrong." Now that he was under someone else's roof, the Immortal Beard Elder relented.

He hadn't expected this kid to be so freakish.

Even the Blade Emperor and Gun Emperor were no match for him.

But what puzzled the Immortal Beard Elder was where the Blade Emperor and Gun Emperor's 'chests' had gone—why did they look so strange?

"Sigh, I'm usually one who respects the elderly and loves the young, but this situation is a bit tricky. Don't worry, I won't kill you—I just want to play a little game with you," Lin Fan said, looking troubled.

"Young friend, we three swear that if you let us go, we will never trouble you again," the Immortal Beard Elder said nervously, looking at the miserable state of the Blade Emperor and Gun Emperor.

"No rush, wait a moment." Lin Fan flicked his finger, and a comfortable sofa appeared.

Then Lin Fan lay comfortably on it and moved his finger.

"Conversion!"

Buddha light flickered, dazzling and brilliant, with visions appearing.

"Are you trying to convert us?"

"No, no!"

"Ding, conversion failed."

...

The three of them turned pale with fear when they saw Lin Fan trying to convert them, but when they realized his Art of Conversion wasn't fully mastered, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Young friend, let us go."

Lin Fan didn't listen to their words and continued his efforts.

For Lin Fan, he had a system, so this Art of Conversion should be a bit different—maybe a small critical hit or something.

"Ding, conversion failed."

Unconvinced, Lin Fan was completely unconvinced.

Damn it, I don't believe I can't convert them. Since I have nothing to do now, I'll just keep at it.

Let's see if it will let me succeed.