Urban Invincible Overlord

Tian Zhenhai was completely stunned.

He looked at Yang Fei as if he were looking at an idiot, unable to see where Yang Fei's confidence and assurance came from.

"Young man, are you sure you are the one I am looking for? Was it really you who saved Qi Tai?"

Tian Zhenhai was not angry anymore, looking at Yang Fei doubtfully, not wanting to mistake the person.

Anyone who could completely remove the poison left in Qi Tai's body must possess exceptional medical skills.

Moreover, Qi Tai had suffered severe internal injuries, and the situation was critical at that time, with nobody able to save him.

Yet Qi Tai survived, not only were all the toxins removed from his body, but his internal injuries were also healing.

Tian Zhenhai was very curious about who could counteract his Poison Palm.

He would not allow such a person to live.

At this moment, looking at Yang Fei, he was filled with doubt.

Traditional medicine is like wine, the older, the better.

This kid is still wet behind the ears, just a brat. How could he possess such formidable medical skills?

Yang Fei said, "No last words?"

Tian Zhenhai was furious.

This kid completely disregarded him.

"Hahaha, I, Tian Zhenhai, consider myself arrogant, but I didn't expect you to be even more arrogant than me. Kid, whether you saved Qi Tai or not, you must die today." Tian Zhenhai rose angrily and walked towards Yang Fei.

As he stood up, an oppressive and suffocating aura swept in.

Yet Yang Fei remained motionless, utterly unaffected.

Tian Zhenhai was startled.

With his aura, ordinary people would have been kneeling and begging for mercy by now, but this kid was as if nothing had happened.

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Inner Strength Martial Artists already develop an invisible aura, though not too obvious, but for ordinary people, it's absolutely crushing, creating an overwhelming sense of suffocation like being crushed by a mountain.

But if this kid is also a Martial Artist, then why couldn't he feel any fluctuations of his inner energy?

At most, he might be an External Strength Martial Artist.

Tian Zhenhai suppressed the doubts in his heart, his figure suddenly flashed, a misstep, and his whole body moved like a phantom to Yang Fei's side.

He lifted his hand, and his large palm harshly slapped towards Yang Fei's cheek.

Such a small character, he could knock out with one slap.

Yang Fei's eyes flickered as he saw Tian Zhenhai's hand turn a dark color, clearly having mastered the Poison Palm.

He lifted his hand and also slapped back.

The latter comes first.

"Smack!"

In the crisp sound of the slap, Tian Zhenhai was sent flying.

His head buzzing, he only felt like Yang Fei's fair hand hitting his cheek was like a large iron hammer striking his face.

The terrifying and domineering aftereffect, even though he immediately gathered his inner-energy to resist with all his might, it was to no avail.

"Bang!"

Tian Zhenhai flew seven or eight meters away, smashing into the wall behind him.

The wall vibrated, cracks appeared, and even some white plaster dust fell down whooshing.

"You..."

Tian Zhenhai suppressed the surging blood and energy, looked up at Yang Fei in immense shock, and opened his mouth to speak.

However, as soon as he opened his mouth and barely uttered a word, he spurted a mouthful of fresh blood onto the ground.

His complexion was deathly pale, he looked at Yang Fei in horror and said, "You... who are you?"

Tian Zhenhai's heart was a tumultuous sea of shock, filled with deep fear.

Since his childhood, he had been learning martial arts for decades.

After leaving his mentor, he was further guided by a master, learned the Five Poison Skill, and greatly increased his combat power.

Now, he had just reached the early stages of Inner Strength, a true master of the internal arts, and with the domineering Five Poison Skill, he could say that even some Martial Artists in the Mid or Late Inner Strength Stage were somewhat fearful of him.

But what he never expected was that he had just been slapped flying by Yang Fei.

Although he had been careless and hadn't given his all from the start, he understood that Yang Fei did not catch him off guard.

That had been the latter coming first.

A seemingly ordinary slap, but in terms of both speed and strength, it was far superior to his own.

Even if he gave it his all and used the Five Poison Skill, he might not necessarily be a match for this youth.

The problem was, he had been practicing martial arts for over forty years, while this young man, even if he had started learning from the womb, hadn't been practicing for even half that time.

Upon realizing this, Tian Zhenhai asked again, "Who is your master?"

To Tian Zhenhai's inquiry, Yang Fei couldn't be bothered to respond.

He was also somewhat surprised.

He hadn't expected that a mere slap hadn't killed the man.

Subsequently, his heart became bitter.

Just a year ago, he was the world-renowned Madman King; someone like Tian Zhenhai could have easily been killed with a casual slap from him back then.

But now, he could only send someone flying.

He was too weak!

Yang Fei couldn't help feeling a little helpless and even a bit irritable inside.

Without triggering his hidden ailment, his combat power was indeed too weak.

This couldn't continue; he had to work hard to foster relations with Qin Yanyang. Once they were thoroughly familiar and trusted each other, he would ask if there was any way to cure his physical hidden ailment.

As for the present, since one slap didn't kill, then more slaps were necessary.

Thinking thus, he walked toward Tian Zhenhai.

If Tian Zhenhai knew what Yang Fei was thinking inside, he would probably die of anger.

However, if he knew Yang Fei's true identity, he probably would have been scared half to death long ago, so where would he have the courage to provoke trouble?

Seeing the other party approaching him without saying a word, Tian Zhenhai's heart sank. He suddenly roared, gathering all the strength he had mustered in that instant into his right arm, and his fist flew out like lightning, fiercely smashing toward Yang Fei's face.

The power of his fist whistled through the air, producing a faint booming sound in the void.

Two crazy lights shot from Tian Zhenhai's eyes.

Even in death, he wanted to take this young man down with him.

Under the stimulation of his inner energy, dark aura intensified on his fist.

Yang Fei met the punch head-on without dodging, delivering another slap.

His movement was simple and unadorned, focusing solely on speed.

"Smack!"

In the crisp sound, Yang Fei's palm struck Tian Zhenhai's fist.

Pop!

The fist exploded.

At the same time, an incredibly oppressive aura drilled into Tian Zhenhai's body through his fist, the terrifying power carrying his body and flinging it aside.

"Bang."

Tian Zhenhai's body smashed against the wall once more.

This time, he spat out blood, his eyes dimmed and lifeless, and his life force swiftly drained away.

But after he fell to the ground, he fiercely lifted his head and gave Yang Fei a maniacal smile, "Cough... Hahaha, lad, no matter who you are... you're doomed. With my Five Poison Skill, you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Yang Fei simply shook his hand.

He stared at Yang Fei's fair palm and was stunned.

How could this be?

He had clearly made contact, so how had the toxin not transferred to this youth's hand?

"No... cough, cough, it's not possible," Tian Zhenhai coughed up blood, muttering in disbelief.

Suddenly, his body convulsed, his breath only half drawn before it faltered.

Yet he forcefully mustered that last bit of breath, staring intensely at Yang Fei and said, "By killing me, and ruining my master's grand plan, my master will certainly not let... you off!"

After speaking, his entire body seemed to have had all its strength drained, collapsing limply to the ground, lifeless.

Yang Fei slightly furrowed his brow.

Although he had killed Tian Zhenhai with two slaps, he found no joy in it.

Especially that last punch Tian Zhenhai had delivered with all his strength, it was indeed very powerful.

Particularly that toxin, which was extremely tricky, had almost drilled into his body through his palm.

Moreover, hearing Tian Zhenhai's last words before his death, it seemed he had unwittingly entangled himself in an undesirable cause and effect.