Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 78 Acting for Heaven

Smiling Tiger deflected Lin Fan's scythe with a single strike; being left-handed, he was naturally at a disadvantage.

Lin Fan took a few steps back, squatted down, and picked up the black knife from the ground with his right hand.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down the smiling tiger's forehead. What was wrong with this guy? He clearly couldn't lift his right hand just now, how did he recover so quickly?

When he sensed something was wrong with the other person, Smiling Tiger decided to eliminate him immediately.

The smiling tiger leaped into the air like a toad, like a sow flying in the sky. Lin Fan was startled. This man's fat body was extremely deceptive, always making people underestimate his strength.

Using the force of the falling sky, the Smiling Tiger unleashed an unparalleled downward slash.

Lin Fan barely managed to extend the sickle in his left hand to block.

boom!

The sickle blocked the attack, but it couldn't stop the blade's momentum; the powerful slash pierced Lin Fan's collarbone.

Lin Fan's left hand went limp and fell to the ground, the sickle landing on the floor.

The smiling tiger said cruelly, "Brother, you did the first day of the month, I'll do the fifteenth. Don't blame me."

"You have a point."

Swish.

The black blade flashed, and the smiling tiger's right forearm was cleanly severed, the cut surface smooth and neat.

"Ah!" Smiling Tiger cried out and staggered back. It hurt, it hurt so much. Wait a minute, why didn't he feel pain when he was slashed? How did his dislocated right hand heal so quickly?

Is he really human? Or is he some kind of monster?

Lin Fan grabbed his severed forearm with his right hand and yanked it, frowning and hissing as he threw the knife and hand to the ground.

Smiling Tiger, his right hand severed and weapon lost, retreated fearfully, scraping his buttocks on the ground. He noticed that Lin Fan's left shoulder wound was almost completely dry, the flesh wriggling, as if granulation tissue was beginning to repair the wound.

The smiling tiger looked at his bleeding right hand and thought, "I'm a human being, so what is he?!"

Lin Fan smiled and leaned closer, putting his arm around the smiling tiger's shoulder. "Big brother, you really don't remember me?"

Smiling Tiger was drenched in cold sweat. Faced with this inhuman being, he couldn't muster any will to resist. Heaven help him, he used to be just a street performer. His elder brother said he had good talent and taught him kung fu. He quickly broke through to the second level of martial artist, and a dozen ordinary people were no match for him.

After that, he always bullied the weak and collected tolls on this road. He had never experienced a life-or-death battle, and this kind of bizarre scene was the first time he had ever seen it.

The fat on the smiling tiger's face jiggled incessantly. "No, I really don't remember. Could you remind me, big brother?"

"Yeah, I told you before that I could write, but you didn't believe me. You even said that if I could write, you could fly."

boom!

The smiling tiger felt as if he'd been doused with cold water, and suddenly remembered... that kid he'd beaten half to death not long ago?

How could this be? How could this be? The smiling tiger turned around fearfully to steal a glance at Lin Fan, who was grinning and hugging him. The man was middle-aged, tall and strong, with a large, conspicuous scar on his face.

How could it be the same person?

Lin Fan laughed, "Let me show you if I can write."

He turned around to get the things from his bag.

Smiling Tiger quickly waved his hand, "Brother, there's no need, really no need. I believe whatever you say, really."

"No, you won't believe it. You won't believe it until you see it with your own eyes."

Smiling Tiger was inwardly groaning. Was this matter important? What did it matter if he couldn't write? He only wanted to get away as soon as possible; if this continued, he would bleed to death.

Seeing that Lin Fan ignored him, he quickly bandaged himself to stop the bleeding.

Lin Fan returned shortly with the paper. Smiling Tiger said, "Brother, you should have heard of General Huang. If not, it doesn't matter. My elder brother, General Huang, has gathered thousands of men, including countless experts from all walks of life. They will soon rise up in rebellion. You must also hate this court and this world. Why not join us and turn the world upside down, and make something of ourselves?"

Lin Fan smiled but didn't answer. Instead, he put his arm around him and spread out some Xuan paper on the ground.

These are all top-quality items obtained from Duanmu Yu. Lin Fan took out a pen, shook his head, and said, "I forgot about the ink. Never mind, grinding ink is too much trouble. I'll borrow your hand, brother."

Without saying a word, he picked up the smiling tiger's hand and stained it with blood.

Hiss. The soft fur brushed against the wound of the smiling tiger, causing a mixture of pain and dread.

Lin Fan began to write slowly and deliberately. He dipped his brush in ink a few times, and soon finished writing the four characters.

Lin Fan pointed to the words and asked Smiling Tiger, "Brother, do you recognize them?"

Smiling Tiger glanced at it and said, "I don't actually know many words, but these are the ones I do recognize. We have a flag hanging in our stronghold with these four characters on it: 'Acting on behalf of Heaven'!"

Lin Fan suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard he almost fell over. "This is great! Your mountain stronghold actually hung up these four characters. Isn't that too much of a coincidence? Haha, hahaha, I'm laughing so hard I'm dying of laughter!"

Smiling Tiger breathed a sigh of relief seeing him so happy. It seemed this guy had realized he shared the same ideals as the bandits and was already interested in joining. He'd just have to flatter him a bit more and bring him back to join the gang; his boss would definitely be delighted. He just didn't know if the miracle doctor could actually put his hand back in place.

Lin Fan laughed for a while, then finally stopped. The smiling tiger tried to interject, but Lin Fan grabbed him by the collar and pressed his forehead against his own. "You're acting on behalf of Heaven? That's hilarious! What have you done? Robbed the poorer people? And then watched them starve to death? Forced into slavery? Or do you have to kill each other to join your ranks?"

The smiling tiger sensed something was wrong and was about to fight back when Lin Fan, still in that position, slammed his head against the smiling tiger's head. Lin Fan was incredibly strong, and the impact was devastating; blood gushed from both of their heads.

The smiling tiger's eyes were seeing stars. I felt dizzy and nauseous, and I collapsed onto my bottom.

Lin Fan staggered a couple of steps before regaining his balance.

He pulled up one of the smiling tiger's left feet. "I've written the words. Now it's your turn, big brother. Fly one for your little brother to see."

The smiling tiger felt a strong sense of alarm, but due to the concussion, he couldn't even muster any strength for a moment.

Lin Fan grabbed the fat man's feet with both hands, used his waist and legs to spin himself. It was like throwing a hammer, gripping the fat man's body with both hands, spinning him faster and faster.

Lin Fan ate three Power Pills at once to deal with the Smiling Tiger, and he couldn't just waste them.

He spun faster and faster until he felt he could no longer hold on, so he let go, and the smiling tiger was sent into the sky like a sack.

Lin Fan hurriedly followed him, like a child chasing a butterfly.

The smiling tiger floated lightly in the sky and suddenly felt a sense of relief. He had been a child prostitute when he was young, and later he used the same methods that others had used on him on the young women he had brought into the world.

This life is so absurd and boring, nothing compares to the freedom of flying in the sky at this moment.

boom!

Lin Fan saw a cloud of blood mist rising in the distance. By the time he finally reached it, the Smiling Tiger on the ground was lying unrecognizable, just a pile of indistinguishable flesh and blood.

Lin Fan didn't feel much satisfaction; he had an indescribable feeling that doing something like this was meaningless. He had simply promised to take revenge, and that was what he was going to do.

Lin Fan took off the Soul-Suppressing Pearl for a moment, calmed himself down, and continued walking home.

After that commotion, all the pedestrians and bandits fled, and no one dared to gather around anymore. Even the cars in front and behind deliberately avoided this section of the road.

Lin Fan walked alone in the night when a carriage approached him.

Lin Fan thought it was just a casual passing by, but unexpectedly the carriage stopped next to him. The curtain was drawn, revealing a man and two women wrapped in a large yellow-green Taoist robe. The two young girls were shyly rubbing against the old Taoist.