Starting Sign-In from a Billionaire God Chapter 1379 - 1378

The stewardess gritted her teeth, the intense pain in her palm made her hate Lin Fan deeply. Faced with Yamamoto Takeshi’s threat, not only did Lin Fan not panic, he even urged Yamamoto Takeshi to act quickly, which further annoyed her.

"You’re overconfident. Overconfidence leads to downfall, you’ll soon pay the price!" the stewardess sneered.

Lin Fan ignored her; he wasn’t interested in dealing with her.

Yamamoto Takeshi stared straight at Lin Fan and finally spoke: "I rarely draw my sword easily, except when executing a mission, seldom does someone make me want to draw my sword. You are an exception, but I must remind you, once I draw my sword, it will see blood, resulting in either death or injury, mostly death."

Lin Fan replied: "I don’t make a move easily either, unless someone is looking for trouble."

Ring, ring, ring...

Just then, Lin Fan’s phone suddenly rang.

"Sorry, I need to take this call." Lin Fan took out his phone and saw it was a call from Allen, so he answered it.

"Mr. Lin, they called and asked to meet with me," Allen’s voice sounded very tense.

Lin Fan replied: "Alright, I got it. You head out now, I’ll be there shortly."

Hanging up the phone, Lin Fan looked at Yamamoto Takeshi: "Do you want to make a move or not? If not, I’m leaving; I really have other things to do."

Yamamoto Takeshi: "..."

He felt unprecedented disrespect. People have always feared him, trembling in his presence. Sometimes, his mere presence was enough to scare someone into submission, achieving his purpose without even lifting a finger. No one has ever been like Lin Fan, not only unafraid, but even urging him to hurry up and make a move. This... was infuriating!

Yamamoto Takeshi revealed a sinister smile: "I’ve seen the reckless, but none as reckless as you."

While speaking, Yamamoto Takeshi reached out and gripped the hilt of his sword, slowly drawing out the samurai sword. The blade emitted a dazzling brilliance in the light, the bright and shimmering blade, appearing exceedingly sharp, slicing through iron as though it were mud.

If this blade strikes a person, even iron skin and steel bones wouldn’t withstand it.

Clang!

The long sword was drawn, Yamamoto Takeshi gripped the hilt with both hands, adopting an attacking stance.

"Mr. Lin, you’ve angered Mr. Yamamoto. It’s of no benefit to you. I’ll advise you one last time, make a deal with us and I’ll assure your safe departure from the United Kingdom," the stewardess said, making a final attempt.

Lin Fan replied: "I made it clear last night, I’m taking Chen Ling with me, tell your superiors not to trouble me. I’ll say it again, you still have time to regret."

The stewardess was infuriated, Lin Fan was truly stubborn. She wanted to kill Lin Fan with her own hands, but Lin Fan couldn’t die yet. She could only remind Yamamoto Takeshi: "Mr. Yamamoto, hold back, we need him alive."

Yamamoto Takeshi snorted in response to the stewardess, and then he let out a shout, raising his sword and charging at Lin Fan.

So fast!

The sharp blade cut a stunning arc through the air.

Everyone’s hearts tightened for a moment. Can Lin Fan dodge this strike?

Lin Fan’s expression hardened; this Yamamoto Takeshi was indeed skilled, his sword was fast. It must be said, the Neon samurai sword was still quite threatening. Lin Fan had never encountered the Neon People before, never seen Neon Samurai, but he wasn’t unfamiliar with them, having watched countless movies and anime featuring them since childhood.

Seeing it up close today, it indeed held some merit, but compared to Huaxia Martial Arts, Neon Martial Arts still fell short. After all, proper kung fu was in Huaxia, although little Neon developed some new tricks, they never surpassed Huaxia Martial Arts.

In movies, Neon Samurai were easily defeated by Yip Man and Chen Zhen; today, Yamamoto Takeshi would be defeated by Lin Fan.

Isn’t it just about speed?

Is the sword faster, or is the bullet faster? If Lin Fan unleashed the coin in his hand with full force, it wouldn’t be slower than a bullet.

Silvery flash, a coin flew directly towards Yamamoto Takeshi.

Earlier, Yamamoto Takeshi had seen Lin Fan’s move, knowing it was Lin Fan who hit the stewardess’s gun.

He had already been vigilant. Seeing Lin Fan’s coin tossed, he dared not be careless, hurriedly shifting his blade.

Clank!

The coin collided instantly with the samurai sword’s blade.

A coin is just a coin, nowhere near as sharp as a samurai sword. Upon contact, the coin was split in two. This was a United Kingdom coin, the Queen’s portrait split in half.

However, Lin Fan never intended to destroy the samurai sword with the coin; that was unrealistic.

Lin Fan had a better plan; the coin was only meant to distract Yamamoto Takeshi.

This goal was achieved. While Yamamoto Takeshi focused on slicing the coin, Lin Fan had already closed in on Yamamoto Takeshi.

When Yamamoto Takeshi reacted and prepared to draw his sword again, it was already too late.

His sword hilt was already tightly grasped by Lin Fan.

Like an immense iron clamp, it locked firmly. Yamamoto Takeshi instinctively exerted force, trying to break free, but he couldn’t move an inch. Lin Fan possessed power bestowed by the system, a power unimaginable to ordinary people.

Lin Fan didn’t give Yamamoto Takeshi a chance to think of other options, his other fist punched towards Yamamoto Takeshi’s face, hitting dead on.

Ah!

With a cry, Yamamoto Takeshi’s nose immediately swelled up, bleeding profusely, dizziness ensued. If Lin Fan’s punch truly connected, he could easily blow up Yamamoto Takeshi’s head. It’s known that the Strengthening Blood Serum Capsules’ power could smash stones.

"Little Neon shouldn’t show off in front of me. I hate you Neon People the most."

Lin Fan chuckled.

Bang!

Another punch landed on Yamamoto Takeshi’s face.

Yamamoto Takeshi’s nose was smashed out of shape, bleeding heavily, both sides of his face were swollen and reddened, almost beyond recognition, his head spinning. The world seemed to whirl.

Clink!

The samurai sword fell to the ground.

Sharp-eyed observers would notice, there was a notch on the sword’s blade, left from the coin earlier. The ordinary coin, in Lin Fan’s hands, had been so powerful it forced a notch in the once iron-cutting samurai sword.

Bang!

Lin Fan struck with a third punch, again hitting Yamamoto Takeshi’s face, saying: "Always wanted to do this, never had the chance. Today, finally got the opportunity, this punch is a gift, to your ancestors!"

Yamamoto Takeshi staggered backwards, swaying like a drunk, his consciousness blurred. Lin Fan’s three punches could’ve exploded his head thrice. Now, his mind was like a mess of porridge.

Finally, he had no remaining support, collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious, his battered face still bleeding, a gruesome sight. This scene could only be described as brutal.

Everyone was already stunned.