Urban Invincible Overlord

Seeing Luu Meng inquiring about his sect using the Martial Arts World etiquette, Yang Fei slightly smiled, shook his head, and said, "Don't worry, if you can kill me, I have no sect or faction, and no one will come to trouble you."

Luu Meng's old face turned red.

He had thought that announcing his association with the Eight Diagrams Sect would make the opponent wary, but he didn't expect this youngster to play his cards so unconventionally.

Being contradicted in front of so many people, a cold flash crossed Luu Meng's eyes as he snorted coldly, "Do young people think that by learning a little bit of Martial Arts, they can act arrogantly and recklessly? Although, according to the rules of the Martial Arts World, life and death in personal grievances are disregarded, your aggression is excessive—you have killed three people; indeed, you are far too murderous. Today, I..."

Yang Fei waved his hand impatiently and interrupted, "The old really do talk too much. Are you going to fight or not? If not, don't block the way."

Luu Meng's face flushed with choke, and he angrily said, "Impudent brat, seeking your own death!"

A fierce aura emanated from Luu Meng's body, his loose training clothes slightly bulged, seemingly releasing inner energy.

Yang Fei nodded slightly.

This old fellow indeed had truly entered the door of Internal Boxing.

However, he only just barely crossed that threshold.

"Lad, make your move, and don't say that this old man bullied a younger, it would sound bad if spread," Luu Meng said, his voice deepened by his focus in his Dantian.

Yang Fei looked at him with an odd expression and asked, "Are you sure you want me to strike first?"

"Hmph, what harm in letting you make three moves?" Luu Meng declared loudly, displaying the demeanor of a great master.

Yang Fei chuckled quietly.

Without triggering his hidden ailment, he could now exhibit thirty percent of his peak combat power.

Against the Martial Artists he encountered tonight, ten percent of his combat power was enough to cope.

Previously, when he killed Feng Dali and He Qian and He Kun, he had barely used any True Qi, relying solely on his numerous life-and-death battle skills to counter-kill those three people.

Now, this Luu Meng must be at the Peak of Dark Energy, and even one foot into the threshold of Inner Strength, he was a genuine Internal Martial Artist. Perhaps he had to use True Qi against this man.

But now, this fellow was being too presumptuous.

Without any affectation, Yang Fei said, "Then here I come."

Luu Meng uttered, "Come...!" but before he could finish his word, his vision blurred. Yang Fei was already in front of him, throwing a punch straight at his chest.

It was an ordinary technique but too fast!

Luu Meng inhaled sharply, no longer able to speak, and hastily tried to dodge.

But it was too late.

Yang Fei, like a cannonball, shot directly into Luu Meng's embrace, making it impossible for him to dodge.

"Bang!"

The punch struck Luu Meng's chest.

Under the loose training clothes, Luu Meng's chest rapidly caved in.

At the same time, Luu Meng's body was thrown as if hit by a truck.

"Bang!"

Luu Meng's thrown body harshly crashed into Chen Yongnian.

Chen Yongnian, an important figure in Binhai, spat blood immediately and was killed by the impact with Luu Meng.

Thud!

Both bodies fell to the ground eight meters away, Chen Yongnian dying instantly, and Luu Meng struggling to get up, his face showing panic as he pointed at Yang Fei, stammering, "You…you…"

He then ran out of breath, fell back, and died.

The scene fell deathly silent!

All members of the Chen family watched in disbelief, unable to accept the spectacle.

This old man from the Eight Diagrams Sect, a true Martial Arts master who had followed the old master for over ten years, had once entered enemy forces alone, going in and out three times, instilling terror in their hearts.

Even Qi Tai from the Dragon and Tiger Hall was said to only match him evenly; hence, despite the rapid rise of the Dragon and Tiger Hall, they never dared to provoke the Chen family.

However, now, this highly esteemed figure of the Chen Family had died.

He had been killed with a single punch!

This was too sudden, too hard to accept!

It was only after a long while that Chen Hongjin and Chen Hongbo came back to their senses.

The two brothers suddenly looked up at Yang Fei, their eyes finally filled with deep fear.

Chen Hongbo had suffered too many blows today, first his son died, and now his father.

He looked at Yang Fei, fear in his heart, but hatred took precedence as he couldn't help but curse, "Bastard, you killed my son, and now you dare kill my father, I want you dead, I want you dead!"

In his roaring voice, he yelled to the guards around him, "Attack together, we outnumber him, let's kill him."

Chen Hongjin also regained his composure, shouting loudly, "Kill him together, one million each."

There were more than thirty loyal and elite guards of the Chen Family present.

Although they were no match individually for people like Feng Dali, He Kun, and He Qian, these men were well-trained External Strength Martial Artists collectively with numerical superiority, enough to beat an old master to death with chaotic punches.

As long as they could kill Yang Fei to avenge their father and save their own lives, spending a few tens of millions meant nothing.

Thinking this, Chen Hongjin yelled again, "Two million each, two million each, kill him!"

When they heard of the one million each, many in the scene were already tempted.

At this moment, hearing two million, some immediately had their eyes turn red.

Great rewards result in brave warriors.

These men, who already lived on the edge, now had the opportunity to earn two million in one go, and none were unmoved.

Immediately, four or five people rushed towards Yang Fei.

With someone leading, the hot-blooded bravery of others was aroused.

Some pulled out daggers, others grabbed nunchucks and cleavers, and charged towards Yang Fei.

Yang Fei stood in the center of the scene, frowning slightly.

Though known as Madman King, he was not one who slaughtered indiscriminately.

He ultimately couldn't bring himself to kill all of the thirty-some attackers at once.

Those who came at him empty-handed, he either kicked away or punched away, and those with clubs, as long as they didn't aim to kill, were left with a disabled arm.

But for those who wielded daggers and cleavers, clearly intending to kill him, Yang Fei showed no mercy and used their own weapons to counter-kill them.

The scene was chaotic.

Dozens of people attacked Yang Fei who weaved through them, and within moments a swath fell around him.

His moves were decisive and effective, without any superfluous action.

A few breaths later, there was no one standing near him.

A thick scent of blood spread, and among those lying on the ground, seven or eight were in pools of blood, their lives forfeit.

The other twenty or so were either severely injured or had broken arms or legs.

Apart from Yang Fei, the only person who could still stand at the scene was Chen Hongjin.

Chen Hongbo, however, was nowhere to be seen.

Inside a Mercedes-Benz van, Zhou Pan, severely injured in one arm and one leg, was trembling all over.

Having witnessed Yang Fei's formidable combat power, his heart no longer held any hatred, only gratitude and relief.

He was thankful that Yang Fei had shown mercy.

Suddenly, Yang Fei's pupils contracted, and he abruptly looked up in one direction.

"Come on, damn it, you think you can fight? Let's see you fight another!"

In the midst of the cursing, Chen Hongbo, who had disappeared, rushed out from the villa, his eyes bloodshot and his face ferocious, holding a gun aimed at Yang Fei.