Chapter 139: The End of the Song

  The tune became more and more high-pitched, until towards the end, the song was fast enough to make people feel like vomiting blood.

  Han Feng's face turned red and white, obviously also struggling quite hard, the clothes on his body were twisting along with the sound waves.

  Han Feng looked like he was constipated, his expression painful, wanting to move but unable to.

  The music stopped abruptly, at its most thrilling moment, it came to a sudden halt.

  Lu Fan slightly furrowed his brow, and he felt a slight discomfort.

  Many of the Mind Purification Institute's students present had fresh blood trickling from the corners of their mouths. The sonic martial skill was precisely this - its coverage was wide, and all the students within the Righteous Heart Hall were affected.

  Han Feng's body suddenly leaned forward, as if he was about to vomit.

  And at this time, the flute sound rose again.

  Three strange waves of ripples, accompanied by a sound, hit Han Feng's body like a crashing wave.

  Han Feng's body armor shattered inch by inch at that moment, and he was about to lose his footing.

  But Han Feng suddenly showed a desperate momentum, his body bursting with energy, destroying his own aura and barely managing to steady himself.

  The three ripples on his body were broken by him and eliminated.

  His body shook violently, and Han Feng's clothes exploded into pieces, revealing his strong upper body.

  After all, he was a martial artist, with a well-proportioned physique and developed muscles. A thread of fresh blood seeped out from the pores on Han Feng's body.

  Lu Fan couldn't help but feel slightly worried.

  This self-destructive behavior will definitely harm your internal organs.

  For a martial artist, external injuries are actually not that scary. Especially for many injuries on the limbs, although they look like bloody and messy wounds, as long as some medicine is applied or a pill is taken, they will heal in two days.

  What I'm afraid of is internal injury, once it hurts the foundation, that's when the trouble starts, and it's entirely possible for the whole person to be ruined.

  Everyone was frightened by Han Feng's actions and the music stopped abruptly.

  Covering her small mouth with one hand, she looked at Han Feng.

  He raised his head, and Han Feng said with a sly smile: "Is that all? It seems I've won."

  Man Yan lightly bit her jade-like teeth and said: "Actually, there's still one last part. It's just that you..."

  Han Feng opened his mouth and said: "There is still the last paragraph! Come on, come on, listen to the song and finish it. What's missing from this paragraph!"

  Man Yan was hesitant, she seemed to be afraid that after the last blow, Han Feng in front of her would die before her eyes.

  Turning her head, Manyan looked at Master Wuyou with a glance. However, she found that Master Wuyou's face was calm and peaceful.

  Man Yan stabilized his mind and spirit, and placed the jade flute beside his mouth once again.

  The flute sounds rise, waves surge, the sound is like a whisper in the ear, and then turns into the clanging of iron horses.

  Unpredictable, yet surprisingly pleasant.

  In a dreamy haze, years flow like water. One melody haunts the soul, unable to express so much sorrow.

  All were captivated by this, which was the real "Phantom of the Opera".

  It hooks people's souls, breaks their vigor, and slays their vitality. It is indeed a formidable martial skill, at least of Earth level or higher.

  Lu Fan relied on Wuji Lian Shen Jue to calm his mind and ensure that he was not disturbed by the Soul-Tracking Melody.

  But Han Fen seemed to have fallen into a trance, his eyes vacant and staring straight at Man Yan, as if he couldn't help but drool three thousand feet.

  Seeing this situation, Man Yan knew that she had already won. The opponent was completely under her control, and she only needed a strong tone to knock him down.

  Man Yan's powerful aura slowly retracted from her body, she had already begun to withdraw her hand, killing people was never a good thing.

  Just then, Han Feng said something unexpectedly.

  "Miss Man, I like you, can you have a child with me?"

  At this moment, the whole audience was shocked and amazed. Lu Fan and others were even more stunned, with their mouths wide open, as if they had stuffed an apple in.

  "Korean Oak, have you gone mad?"

  The first one to speak out was Chu Xing.

  The elder brother burst out laughing, his laughter sounding as if he would leave the world at any moment.

  The other students in the Ming Xin Academy were even more furious. Especially the small number of male students, who stood up immediately, pointing at Han Feng and shouting: "You're a debauched rogue, are you looking for death?"

  A group of female students were shocked with their mouths agape. How could this one-yuan courtyard's Han Feng be so unbridled in his speech? Master Man Yan was about to get angry.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, in an instant, Manyan's face turned red and her ears were burning.

  Her whole face was as red as if it had been roasted, and she looked like she was about to emit smoke.

  "Shameless!"

  The powerful aura on Man's body suddenly surged threefold at this moment, and his anger allowed him to burst out with more strength than usual.

  The melody suddenly turned solemn and murderous, this is the most terrifying killer move of the "Phantom Requiem", the "Myriad Ghosts' Heart-Devouring Melody"!

  A loud noise erupted, and the floor beneath his feet and the wooden planks on his body all burst open.

  A terrible wave of light directly enveloped Han Feng.

  It wasn't until the wave crashed over his head that Han Feng came back to himself, his face momentarily shocked.

  Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

  Continuous explosions sounded on Han Feng's body.

  Han Feng spat out a mouthful of blood like a rainbow, falling forward. At the critical moment, he grasped the Bishui Changtian Sword, not allowing himself to really fall to the ground.

  Man Yan's eyes were filled with anger, gazing proudly at Han Feng. Lu Fan, Chu Hang and Chu Tian all let out a sigh of relief as they saw that Han Feng was still tightly gripping the Bishui Changtian sword.

  "As long as you're not dead, it's fine!"

  Lu Fan nodded and said.

  "This little injury is nothing for Junior Brother Han Feng, it's not a big deal, it's not a big deal."

  "His habit of being rude has finally caught up with him. It's really satisfying to see, are you sure you've finished eating the dried meat?"

  The master closed his eyes and cultivated his spirit, this victory or defeat has already been decided.

  Two masters, Qing Shi and Dao Guang, looked at them calmly from head to toe without blinking.

  The Worryless Master beside him saw Manyan suddenly get angry and was startled, ready to intervene. Now seeing Han Feng covered in wounds, he felt a little unbearable.

  Turning his head to look at Yiqing and Daoguang, he found that these two masters were extremely calm, as if the one who was severely injured below was not a disciple of their Yuan Institute.

  Wu Xu couldn't help but say, "Yi Qing, Dao Guang, aren't you going to take your disciples back to treat their injuries? I think they're badly hurt. Besides, the outcome has already been decided."

  Yi Qing smiled and said: "Seriously injured? That's for others. For Han Feng, this kind of injury can only be considered daily practice."

  Wu Xiong's respected teacher heard this and was about to loudly scold Yi Qing with a cold glare, but as his teacher, he couldn't do that.

  But then, she thought of something and said softly: "Han Feng? You mean he's from the Han family......"

  A clear and respectful teacher smiled and nodded.

  Wu Xiong's expression turned strange as he looked at Han Feng with a changed gaze. So it was the young master of the Han family, no wonder.

  This injury is nothing. That family's freaks are known for being reborn in blood.

  Man Yan looked at Han Feng with cold eyes and said: "You lost."

  Han Feng raised his head, covered in blood, and stared at Man Yan with a grin: "How did I lose? Only when you fall to the ground do you lose. Look, I'm still standing."

  As he spoke, Han Feng slowly stood up.

  He actually stood up.

  Straightening his back again, Han Feng looked at Man Yan and said: "The song is over, you lost."