CHAPTER 687 FAKE DEATH

Tan Long and the rest of the family were instantly terrified. They couldn't even see clearly what Jiang Ning was doing. They only saw a shadow whizz by and Jiang Ning was already in front of that masked man.

BOOOM!

One punch went out and sent multiple blasts through the air.

Even Tan Xing couldn't help but widen his eyes.

He knew Jiang Ning was powerful beyond his imagination, but this punch still made his heart skip a beat. Belonging to .

The masked man didn't dare to lower his guard. Jiang Ning's speed alone told him that this young man was not ordinary.

He threw a punch out as well, and it was as fearsome as a ferocious tiger emerging from the mountains.

BAM!!!

The two fists struck each other violently. The gaze of the masked man immediately changed.

"Impossible!"

He took a few steps back, but Jiang Ning didn't stop and threw yet another punch.

Another punch! And yet another punch!

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

It was as if Jiang Ning had unlimited strength and didn't feel tired. The members of the Tan family could feel all their hair stand on end as they watched.

This man was a truly highly skilled fighter!

This sort of boxing technique was truly mind blowing.

The entire courtyard was filled with the blasts from the fists slamming into each other, and the sounds were ear deafening.

The look on the masked man's face grew nastier and nastier as he kept moving backwards. He didn't have any chance to retaliate at all. Just trying to defend himself from Jiang Ning's attacks was difficult enough.

Punch after punch landed on his body. The face beneath the mask was already all red and his blood was boiling.

BAM!

Jiang Ning sent out another series of punches. He delivered nine punches in a row, with each punch more domineering and violent than the last!

In that instant, he kept his fists away and stood where he was. The howling wind from his punches instantly came to a standstill.

He stood there and looked at the masked man with a cold glare. "Haven't you been looking for me all this while?"

The masked man shuddered when he heard this.

"The...king of Donghai!"

The moment he said this, the mask on his face shattered and fell onto the floor.

His already disfigured face was awfully frightening, and there was nothing but fear and shock in his hoarse voice. "It's you! It's actually you!”

As he spoke, blood dribbled out from his mouth. His lips were trembling and before he could finish speaking, his mouth suddenly opened wide. A huge mouthful of black colored blood came out along with some mushy bits.

"Your fists...your punches..."

He pointed a finger at Jiang Ning and his speech was unclear. Before he could finish his sentence, he fell to the floor with a thud and died.

The air was deathly still.

away. "Jiang Ning, come with me."

Jiang Ning followed Tan Xing into the ancestral hall.

"He is the 24th generation of the school of Xingyiquan, Yan Ru," Tan Xing sat down and breathed slowly. His face was still very pale. "I thought...he was dead.”

Jiang Ning's eyes narrowed. Was this the man that Tan Xing talked about the last time? The Xingyiquan grandmaster who died some years ago?

He didn't die?

"I can't believe he actually faked his death," Tan Xing sighed. "After you talked to me that day, I didn't believe it, because he was the only Xingyiquan grandmaster left. If he was dead, then who would be able to teach this technique to anyone else?"

"So I got someone to visit his old home, and I...really didn't expect this."

After the man he sent out died, Tan Xing knew that things had become very

complicated now.

This wasn't just Jiang Ning's problem. This was a problem that involved the entire martial arts world!