The Rift Between Cities: The Uprisers

Piercing through Chen Wu's arm was already the limit of what Ning Fan could achieve.

Experience, strength.

He wasn't superior to Chen Wu in any aspect.

Moreover, he didn't even have a Soul Servant.

The fact that he could fight to this extent had already changed Qiao Fei and Hui Zi's perception of him.

Others might not know, but they were well aware.

This kid...

Had only been outside the district for a day at most!

And what about Chen Wu?

The leader of the Hunting Group, even though this team was only mid to lower tier in the F32 District, it had been established for four years!

A rookie without a Soul Servant had repeatedly put Chen Wu, an experienced outsider, at a disadvantage...

Qiao Fei and Hui Zi questioned themselves, wondering if they could have done the same when they were newcomers!

No wonder Brother Chuan had taken notice of him.

But at this moment, what shocked the two of them most wasn't Ning Fan's tenacity.

It was the ethereal figure that appeared behind him.

Dressed in white, with long hair and delicate features, eyes slightly closed, a small bell dangling from the left ear.

This spirit embraced Ning Fan from behind, its hands gripping Ning Fan's wrists.

As if guiding his movements.

Ning Fan could also feel a force guiding his wrists.

Suddenly, the ethereal figure opened its eyes.

And a weathered voice resonated in Ning Fan's mind.

"From now on, I'll teach you the way of the sword."

Ning Fan's heart raced with excitement.

At this moment, he could finally confirm with certainty that he had obtained a Soul Servant.

However, he had no experience in how to communicate with the Soul Servant or how to use it.

"What should I do?"

Ning Fan chose the most direct approach.

He wasn't ashamed to ask!

Serene Blade's answer was equally direct.

"Cut him down!"

Receiving this response, Ning Fan didn't hesitate for even half a second, swinging his broken sword at Chen Wu.

Chen Wu, of course, had also seen the ethereal figure behind Ning Fan.

He was equally shocked.

But when Ning Fan's sword came swinging towards him, he still managed to react, immediately using his Soul Servant to retreat rapidly.

Just as he thought he had escaped...

The broken sword in Ning Fan's hand traced a black full moon!

Darkness enveloped Chen Wu's vision!

Swish!

When Chen Wu came to his senses, a mist of blood had already erupted before his eyes.

Then, he saw an arm, flailing in the air.

"This... Ah!!"

It was only then that the intense pain struck his brain, and he finally realized that the arm was his own!

Ning Fan, looking at Chen Wu kneeling on the ground, clutching his wound and howling wildly, was also somewhat surprised.

Did he really do this?

He looked at the broken sword in his hand, recalling the feeling when he had swung that strike.

On the other side, seeing their boss Chen Wu having his arm cut off by Ning Fan, the morale of the Hunting Group instantly crumbled.

Especially the ethereal figure behind Ning Fan, which put too much pressure on them.

"We give up!"

One person threw his weapon on the ground and raised both hands: "We... admit defeat!"

"You admit defeat?"

Hui Zi snorted coldly, his dagger not hesitating in the slightest as it slit the person's throat.

"Did I say you could admit defeat?"

Qiao Fei's side was equally swift and decisive. In almost an instant, five more corpses lay on the ground.

The Hunting Group, except for Chen Wu who was still rolling on the ground...

Completely annihilated!

"His screaming is giving me a headache!"

Hui Zi twirled his dagger in his hand, walking towards Chen Wu: "Like a slaughtered pig."

But Qiao Fei stopped him.

"Wait, he seems to be sensing his Soul Servant."

Hui Zi looked towards Ning Fan.

Ning Fan was looking down at the broken sword.

Suddenly, he seemed to have realized something.

He stood up straight, gripping the sword in reverse, the blade parallel to his arm.

"So this is how... a sword should be used."

Ning Fan muttered softly.

Whoosh!

The broken sword swung out with a whistling sound!

"No, don't... I was wrong..."

Swish!

Chen Wu's head fell to the ground!

This strike from Ning Fan didn't bring up a black full moon like before, but it was even more fierce.

Fast, ruthless, precise!

Compared to the so-called swordsmanship he had learned in the academy, which was more like a performance, this was worlds apart.

This was the swordsmanship for killing.

Ning Fan's one eye shone brightly, excited by the strike he had just delivered!

"Sister Fei, Brother Hui, didn't I tell you I had a Soul Servant?"

Just now, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't manifest his Soul Servant in front of them, which had been quite embarrassing.

"Not bad, kid!"

Hui Zi cheerfully patted Ning Fan on the back: "You really have a Soul Servant now?"

Ning Fan, being injured, almost fell over from Hui Zi's pat.

But he still smiled happily: "It's just that I'm not very familiar with how to use the Soul Servant yet!"

"Take it slow!"

Hui Zi asked curiously: "What level is your Soul Servant?"

Seeing that Ning Fan didn't know how to judge the level of a Soul Servant, Hui Zi added: "That is, when you're using your Soul Servant, how many souls can you sense?"

The level of a spirit is determined by the number of souls gathered.

The Soul Servant in Qiao Fei's Tang sword had gathered seventeen souls, so it was Ten-Soul Level.

Of course, even at the same level, there were differences in strength.

Ten souls would be Ten-Soul Level.

Ninety-nine souls would also be Ten-Soul Level.

The difference in numbers was the distinction.

"How many souls?"

Ning Fan thought about the feeling just now, then held up one finger: "It seems... there's only one."

"One?"

Hui Zi blinked: "A Single-Soul Level with just one soul?"

It was evident that Hui Zi was somewhat disappointed.

Although Hui Zi was also Single-Soul Level, his Soul Servant possessed nine souls.

To put it simply, a Soul Servant with only one soul...

Was the weakest kind of Soul Servant!

"It's okay, Soul Servants can grow."

Hui Zi forced a couple of laughs and gave Ning Fan some words of encouragement.

But even an idiot could see that this was just forced consolation.

However, Ning Fan was a bit confused.

Serene Blade...

Didn't seem weak at all!

He could clearly feel the enhancement to his abilities when Serene Blade was released!

"Alright, you two rest for now! I'll go deal with the corpses of those bastards."

Hui Zi didn't know how else to comfort Ning Fan, feeling that he was quite pitiful, so he found an excuse to leave.

After he left, Qiao Fei didn't seem to have any intention of comforting either. Instead, she took Ning Fan back to the cave and immediately put on a stern face.

"You said you sensed the presence of a Soul Servant when you were in the inner district?"

"Yes, I felt it when I killed Yang Beihai, but if I hadn't actually used it just now, I would have thought it was just an illusion."

"So, you fought so desperately against Chen Wu just to confirm whether you had really obtained a Soul Servant?"

"Yes."

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Qiao Fei was a bit severe: "Chen Wu might not be strong, but killing you... would have been easy."

Ning Fan knew that Qiao Fei was saying this out of concern for him: "Sister Fei, I'm also a member of the Stray Dog Pack."

Qiao Fei didn't say anything.

"Watching you and Brother Hui fighting for your lives, I couldn't just do nothing."

Ning Fan said seriously: "And I could see that if it wasn't for worrying about me, you wouldn't have fought so urgently."

That's right.

In fact, with Qiao Fei and Hui Zi's strength, dealing with the Hunting Group might not have been easy, but it wouldn't have been too difficult either.

That fool Chen Wu, even till his death, didn't know that the real difference between the Hunting Group and the Stray Dog Pack wasn't just about strength, but also about conviction.

Hui Zi had said that Chen Wu had once knelt down and called him "father" to beg for mercy.

Ning Fan could be certain that in the Stray Dog Pack, not a single person would do something so spineless!

"I know you all think I'm young and new, and you want to protect me as much as possible."

Ning Fan lowered his head, looking at the coal-black broken sword: "But... I can't always comfortably accept your protection, can I?"

Seeing that Qiao Fei wanted to speak, Ning Fan spoke first.

"We are stray dogs, aren't we!"

Ning Fan's smile carried a hint of bitterness: "Isn't betting our lives to survive supposed to be our way of life?"

"Each of you is betting your life, so why... can't I bet mine?"