Divorce Only Makes a Son-in-Law Stronger

Chapter 312 306: Northern Thousand Man Slaughter

"Did you accept Chekov's challenge?"

After nightfall, Lin Fan once again proactively visited Xue He's chambers to return the Jade Token.

The latter lay lazily on the large bed, looking at Lin Fan with interest.

"According to the island's rules, I can't refuse."

Lin Fan shook his head, sat down next to Xue He, and reached out to stroke her smooth long hair.

"So, I still need sister to help me think of a way, not only to ensure my safety but also to let me advance."

"Hehe, you think beautifully. Do you know who you offended by taking the Medical Sage to find women today?"

Xue He chuckled softly, naturally hugging Lin Fan's shoulders and leaning her head on them.

Her breath was like orchids as she murmured.

"That young man is a descendant of Lei Xiaohai, and Lei Xiaohai is the Slave Fighting King on the island, second only to the island guardian."

"Lei Zhenyu secured the Slave Fighting Card and colluded with Chekov to kill you on tomorrow's Slave Fighting Platform."

"... I know Sister Xue He would never let me die in vain like this."

Lin Fan smiled, secretly confirming his suspicions.

If Chekov had no one backing him, would he dare to risk offending Xue He and still openly challenge him?

Very well, since Lei Zhenyu seeks death, I'll grant his wish!

Lin Fan's eyes briefly sharpened before returning to normal.

But this change did not escape Xue He's eyes.

"What, do you even want to kill Lei Zhenyu?"

Xue He raised her red lips, lightly brushing Lin Fan's cheek with the back of her hand.

"Not very skilled but quite bold... but I like it!"

She pressed her cheek against his, chuckling lightly.

"Rest assured, tomorrow I'll have someone keep an eye on Chekov. If he dares to win against you, I'll have him die on the Slave Fighting Platform."

"Sorry for troubling Sister Xue He, but won't this upset Mr. Lei Sr.?"

Lin Fan's eyes moved as he calmly asked.

"Hmph, that old guy only cares about martial arts. It's already unusual for him to entrust the Slave Fighting Card to Lei Zhenyu."

Xue He shook her head confidently.

"With Sister Xue He saying so, I'm relieved... I learned a few things from the Medical Sage today, let me try them on you."

Lin Fan expressed his gratitude and pulled out a needle box.

"Good thing sister wasn't too harsh on me, go ahead."

Xue He rolled her eyes at Lin Fan, lying down with alluring eyes, leisurely enjoying as he applied the needles.

The next day, around noon.

Today, the various Slave Fighting Platforms on the island appeared quite deserted.

Countless spectators had gathered in an inconspicuous Slave Fighting Arena located on the left side.

Ever since yesterday's "spectacular" performance by Lin Fan and Shi Potian.

The two had become infamous, with word spreading quickly among the crowd.

Coupled with the news that the powerful Chekov wanted to challenge that match-fixing bastard.

Everyone was excited, wildly betting on Lin Fan to lose.

This was enough to show his exceptional influence among the VIPs!

"That's him, he disgusted me yesterday, and this kind of person dares to fix a match to advance, what a waste of my plane ticket!"

"He looks decent, no wonder he became Xue He's boy toy, being protected by her."

"Too bad, he'll be killed by Chekov today, hahaha..."

At this moment, the spectators around the Bullfighting Arena were packed tightly with a sea of people.

Lin Fan, all set, strode into the Slave Fighting Platform from the corridor.

Opposite him, Chekov, dressed in black leather, walked over with a sinister smile.

Their eyes met, and Chekov bared his teeth in a provocative throat-slitting gesture.

Instantly, the audience around them erupted in earth-shattering cheers.

"Kill him!"

"Chekov, I bet on you to win, you must kill Li Shan!"

"Daring to insult us with a fixed match, Li Shan must die!"

The harsh shouts surged like a tidal wave, causing Lin Fan to frown slightly.

"Boy, did you hear, today you must die by my hand."

Chekov advanced a few steps, confronting Lin Fan from a distance of several meters.

He stuck out his thumb, slamming it to the ground with a look of contempt.

"Didn't Xue He send someone to tell you, you must lose to me?"

Unfazed, Lin Fan asked directly.

"Hahaha, did everyone hear that? This pretty boy still wants to rely on a woman's protection to survive from me!"

Chekov's eyes widened, suddenly bursting into exaggerated laughter, shouting to the surrounding audience.

"Stop dreaming, even if Xue He is about to become an island guardian, I will be apprenticed to Mr. Lei Sr., I'm not afraid of her at all!"

As raucous laughter resounded from the surroundings.

Chekov withdrew his gaze with satisfaction, then looked at Lin Fan with a fake smile.

"So, you really intend to kill me?"

Lin Fan frowned, a bit displeased.

He didn't want to reveal his strength, especially in such a "high-profile" scenario.

Moreover, this kind of opponent wasn't even worth his effort.

"You're from Snow Country, have you heard of Jude Luo and Hercules?"

Lin Fan took two steps forward, directly facing Chekov.

He mentioned renowned and rebellious experts from the Northern Territory, all of whom were also from Snow Country.

However, despite their notorious reputations, they had long been cut down by Lin Fan, erased from the world.

"Haha, how do you know our Snow Country's two War Gods?"

Chekov paused, his eyes showing admiration and reverence.

"Those two were undefeated in battle, heroes in the hearts of us Snow Country people!"

"Unfortunately, those two guys reportedly died at the hands of someone named Ying Bufan, right?"

Lin Fan continued, a deep mockery appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"In comparison with them, how confident are you in facing Ying Bufan's attack?"

"...Boy, you know too much. It's not good for you."

Chekov's face darkened, his gaze turning vicious.

His country's two War Gods being successively killed by the Marshal of Xia Country's Hulin Guard was a permanent disgrace for all Snow Country people.

Now, Lin Fan's deliberate mention was akin to rubbing salt into Chekov's wound!

"I see a military aura in you; perhaps you've dealt with Xia Country's Hulin Guard before?"

Lin Fan remained indifferent, asking calmly.

"Hmph, so what, Ying Bufan is dead, no one can threaten us Snow Country anymore!"

Chekov was angry, becoming more and more irritable.

What Lin Fan said was true, and he was once an officer under War God Jude Luo.

During an assault, he was surrounded by Ying Bufan's army, almost leading to their annihilation.

Since then, Chekov had a deep psychological trauma from the Northern Thousand Man Slaughter and retired.

Every time he awoke from a nightmare, he couldn't forget Ying Bufan's unstoppable momentum, charging into his army alone with unparalleled arrogance.

"What if he's not dead?"

The next moment.

Lin Fan rubbed his face a few times, then looked calmly at Chekov.

"Why don't you take a closer look, do I look like that Ying Bufan?"

"Hahaha, are you trying to scare me?"

Chekov paused, abruptly bursting into laughter.

As if he had heard the biggest joke in the world!

"If you're Ying Bufan, then I'm... I'm..."

The arrogant laughter gradually faded.

Chekov's eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost.

It was overwhelmingly similar.

No matter how many years had passed, he couldn't forget those indifferent eyes that saw lives as grass.

As if a supreme God of Killing descended, effortlessly taking countless lives!

Thud!

The fear buried in his heart for years was overturned again.

Chekov's legs went limp, his crotch tightened, and he collapsed to the ground, almost scared to urination!

Could it be that the Northern Thousand Man Slaughter isn't dead?

Oh heavens, what have I done?

He actually sought death by challenging that God of Killing!