"Oh my God! Old man, are you serious?"

Lin Fan grinned and took a cold breath, mentally giving Ye Qitian a thorough scolding. What a rascal! No respect at all!

The fierce blade wind came down, and regardless of whether the old man had the intent to kill or not, Lin Fan couldn't afford to hesitate. Besides, whether or not it would crack his head open, what if it ruined his stylish hairstyle? How would he walk in the world of lady killers?

Just as the big knife was about to land on Lin Fan's head, he hurriedly pushed Ye Fei'Er aside and firmly tapped the ground with his feet, performing a backflip like Sun Wukong and quickly dodging Ye Qitian's strike!

Ye Qitian was taken aback, surprised by Lin Fan's quick reaction!

"Good boy, you do have some skills. Today, let this old man experience the power of the Three Tyrant Kings."

Ye Qitian looked as if he were blowing his mustache and glaring. If he had more facial hair, he'd be the spitting image of Zhang Fei.

With a "whoosh," Ye Qitian gripped his big knife with both hands and rotated it like a propeller, delivering a diagonal slash towards Lin Fan's shoulder!

Don't underestimate Ye Qitian because of his age; his skills should never be belittled. Back in the day during the resistance war, this old man was born in the Broadsword Company, and this knife has claimed many little devils' lives!

Lin Fan didn't intend to fight Ye Qitian, as he slid quickly to the side, feeling displeased: "Old man, that's enough! If you dare to make another move, don't blame me for not respecting the elderly!"

"Why don't you show me exactly how disrespectful you are?" Ye Qitian shouted and swung another blade!

Lin Fan hurriedly jumped to the side, and Ye Qitian swung his knife forcefully, which, combined with his age, wasn't as easy to control as when he was young. The blade scraped the ground, creating a deep, sharp fissure!

"Crack!"

A profound crack immediately appeared on the floor!

Ye Qitian's old face turned purple with anger, pointing at Lin Fan and yelled, "This is a unique mahogany floor, unmatched in the world, you little thief. Who told you to dodge?"

"Old man, if I didn't dodge, would I let you chop me with that blade?" Lin Fan thought Ye Qitian's words were idiotic.

"So what if I chop you?" Ye Qitian glared.

"Come on! Old man, you think I'm stupid? If you have the guts, let me try taking a hit." Lin Fan replied indignantly.

"Fine, fine! Today I will avenge my floor and give your head a slash." Ye Qitian, furious beyond words, swung his big knife at Lin Fan again.

Lin Fan dared not stupidly let the old man hit him, quickly dodging back as Ye Qitian relentlessly swung one slash after another at Lin Fan.

The sharp blade sliced through the air, making a "whirl whirr" sound, chilling to hear!

The old man fought harder and harder, and Lin Fan dodged three consecutive attacks, saying, "Old man, it's time to vent your anger now. If you make another move, don't blame me for being rude."

"Show me your rudeness now." Ye Qitian cursed, dropping another blade.

"Dang! If young master doesn't show power, you really think I'm made of paper." Lin Fan cursed in displeasure.

Although Ye Qitian appeared fierce, he merely maintained continuous attacks through sheer willpower, and once disrupted, he'd be unable to continue fighting.

Thus, Lin Fan only used thirty percent of his power, channeling powerful qi to his fingertips, and released a pointed attack!

Sure enough, "clang," Ye Qitian couldn't withstand it, retreating several steps and landing on his backside!

"Dad..."

"Grandpa..."

"Old Commander..."

The people were shocked, quickly gathering around Ye Qitian, their faces filled with worry.

Lin Fan froze, realizing he hadn't exerted much force—how did the old man fall? Could it have been a fake fall like in the NBA?

Ye Zhengrong hurried to check Elder Ye's condition, his expression dark as he looked at Lin Fan, shouting, "Someone, arrest him!"

"Yes!"

A loud command was heard from outside, and a group of armed guards swiftly rushed in, their boots making "pop pop" sounds on the ground like fireworks.

Lin Fan's expression instantly hardened!

The atmosphere became heavy!

Ye Qitian caught his breath on the ground and sternly said, "Why are you making such a fuss? Your guns are meant for facing enemies, not fellow compatriots! Go cool off somewhere! We were engaged in a spar as martial artists, wins and losses are common. If we were like you, calling people for a group attack upon losing, where'd the order be?"

The guards looked ashamed and withdrew.

Lin Fan gained some respect for Ye Qitian—despite his high position, he never put on airs and maintained the heart of a martial artist, truly admirable!

"Get up, I'm tough, I won't fall to death from one stumble." Ye Qitian waved his hand decisively, and Ye Zhengrong and others quickly helped him up.

Lin Fan awkwardly rubbed his nose, embarrassed, "Old man, are you okay?"

"If I were twenty years younger, I wouldn't be so easily defeated by you!"

Ye Qitian hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Was that powerful qi release I saw earlier?"

Lin Fan nodded, extending his hand and flicking lightly, revealing a wisp of airflow at his fingertip.

Ye Qitian glanced greedily at the airflow and tossed aside the large knife helplessly, "No more fighting! Dang it, encountering a qi cultivation master with external energy emission, even if I were fifty years younger, I wouldn't stand a chance. I'm hungry, let's eat!"

With that, Ye Qitian tucked his hands behind his back and walked towards the dining room!

"It's good we're not fighting, good we're not fighting! Lin, hurry and wash your hands for dinner. Old Ye, the son-in-law is visiting for the first time. Don't always put on a sour face like someone owes you money."

Mrs. Ye warmly invited, naturally fond of bold men, and Lin Fan's boldness in taking Ye Fei'Er away at the engagement party made her like Lin Fan very much.

"I haven't acknowledged him as the Ye Family's son-in-law yet!" Ye Zhengrong snorted and turned into the dining room!

"That Old Ye, so stubborn. Lin, don't mind him. Fei'Er, quickly take Lin to wash his hands. I'll prepare a room for you two. Lin can sleep here tonight." Mrs. Ye lovingly smiled.

"Oh my God! Sleeping together this soon?" Lin Fan exclaimed in disbelief.

Ye Fei'Er blushed deeply, "Mom! Lin Fan will be staying at a hotel tonight."

"We have so many rooms here, why go to a hotel and waste money?"

Mrs. Ye glared at Ye Fei'Er, seemingly saying: Strike while the iron's hot and turn rice into cooked rice. Such a good son-in-law isn't easy to find! I'm eager to have a grandson!"

Ye Fei'Er rolled her eyes helplessly, fearing her mother would push her into having children. She quickly pulled Lin Fan towards the bathroom to escape!

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