My Whole Class Isekai'd to a Xianxia? Good Thing I Can Do Mind-reading

The people behind Mao Rong charged toward Feng Fan's group, their weapons glowing with spiritual qi. Mao Rong's group had been reduced to six members, including him.

To Mao Rong, his followers were nothing more than pawns. If they proved useless or became a burden, he wouldn't hesitate to discard them.

"Heavenly Dragon Slash!"

Huang Xue, who had remained still until now, finally made her move. Her sword carved a wide horizontal arc through the air, aiming to strike all five approaching enemies at once.

If she had been facing just one opponent, she might have stood a chance. But against five cultivators at the peak of the Golden Core Formation realm, her strength fell short.

Mao Rong's group advanced, dissipating her attack and pressing forward. However, her move had bought just enough time for Su Xiaoli and Mao Shun to recover.

"Sorry about this, Qinqin!" Feng Fan said as he shifted Xue Qiang onto his left shoulder, her stomach resting against it. This way, he would still have one hand free to fight.

Gripping the Suppression Relic in his right hand, he kicked off the ground.

Su Xiaoli, Mao Shun, and Huang Xue were already engaged in battle against the other five opponents. Meanwhile, Mao Rong, who had lagged slightly behind, was now closing in. His sword glowed with a brilliant blue light as he raised it high above his head.

Mid-air, Mao Rong's blade arced downward, aiming to take Mao Shun's life in a single strike. Mao Shun, locked in combat with an enemy, had no way to defend himself.

Mao Rong's eyes gleamed with excitement; he could already picture his father's delight when he brought Mao Shun's severed head home.

"Die!" Mao Rong roared as his sword slashed down toward Mao Shun's head.

Clang!

Instead of feeling his sword slicing through Mao Shun's neck, Mao Rong once again found his strike blocked—by a brick.

"Twice!" His bloodshot eyes locked onto Feng Fan, standing right in front of him. "You've stood in my way twice! I'm going to kill you, bastard!"

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Feng Fan's lips curled into a subtle smile. "I hope your wealth doesn't disappoint me."

Mao Rong had no idea what Feng Fan meant, nor did he care. He lunged forward, swinging his sword in a diagonal slash that threatened to cut through both Feng Fan and Xue Qiang, still slung over his left shoulder.

But Feng Fan already knew exactly where Mao Rong would strike, his mind-reading ability made sure of that. He stepped back with his left foot and swiftly moved his right arm to intercept the attack.

"Aren't you a little shameless?" Feng Fan, the most shameless person in the world, asked. "Aiming at an unconscious lady? Didn't your parents teach you any manners?"

Mao Rong sneered but said nothing. He responded by intensifying his attacks, refusing to give Feng Fan a moment to breathe.

Each strike was precise, aimed at Feng Fan's vitals or Xue Qiang. Forced onto the defensive, Feng Fan blocked each attack with precision, his expression calm and unbothered.

Sooner or later, Mao Rong would make a mistake, and when he did, Feng Fan would be ready to strike.

After a hundred strikes, Mao Rong's patience snapped. "All you can do is defend! How useless!"

Feng Fan smirked. "Aren't you the useless one? You can't even handle someone a few small stages weaker than you—while I'm carrying an unconscious person, no less. Honestly, I'm surprised the Mao family has managed to hold the throne for so long if this is the best they have to offer."

Mao Rong narrowed his eyes at Feng Fan but didn't let his emotions get the best of him. He stayed focused, attacking relentlessly without pause.

Feng Fan sighed. 'I thought this guy was just another hotheaded idiot, but he can actually keep his cool when it matters.'

He had been trying to provoke Mao Rong into losing control, hoping to finish the fight in one move with the Giggle of Doom, but it didn't seem like Mao Rong was going to take the bait anytime soon.

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After blocking another of Mao Rong's attacks, he "accidentally" let the Suppression Relic slip from his hand. Seeing this, Mao Rong's eyes lit up. He thought his chance to kill Feng Fan had finally come.

"Die!" he roared, thrusting his sword straight at Feng Fan's neck.

At the last second, Feng Fan channeled all his spiritual qi into his right hand and caught the blade. The sharp edge cut into his palm, blood dripping onto the ground like a fountain, but he managed to stop the sword just millimeters from his throat.

"Useless!" Mao Rong sneered, his grin twisted with cruelty as he pushed harder.

Despite the sword at his neck, Feng Fan only smiled. "Good night, little Rong."

"Huh?" Mao Rong barely had time to react before something slammed into the back of his head.

His vision darkened instantly, and he collapsed forward, unconscious. Feng Fan stepped aside, letting Mao Rong's body hit the ground.

"Sorry, bro, I don't swing that way," Feng Fan chuckled, crouching down. "But since you're so eager to give me something, how about your space ring instead of your body?"

Mao Rong, of course, didn't answer. Taking that as a yes, Feng Fan slipped the ring off his finger.

'Good job, Little Brick! Attacking from behind is a crucial skill, one of the most important, in fact. You've learned well from your master!' Feng Fan said with a shameless grin.

After taking the space ring, Feng Fan didn't bother checking its contents, there were more important things to deal with right now.

He dashed toward one of Su Xiaoli's opponents and slammed the Suppression Relic against the back of his head. The man didn't even have time to scream before collapsing, unconscious.

"Xiao'er, hurry! Take the silver fan before more people show up!"

Su Xiaoli glanced at Feng Fan, gave a quick nod, and leaped toward the silver fan floating in the air.