856: Chapter 850 Waiting for an Opportunity 856: Chapter 850 Waiting for an Opportunity Despite Zhang Xiaoyun’s harsh scolding, Fan Qi, who stood beside Zhan Lang, remained silent.
He had now completely accepted his position.
He knew he was nothing but a dog by Zhan Lang’s side, having even cast aside the dignity a man should have.
So why would he care about Zhang Xiaoyun’s insult?
“A charming woman with spirit, my favorite kind,” Zhan Lang said with desperate eagerness in his gaze as he stared at Zhang Xiaoyun.
“You’ve got a great figure and pretty face.
I, Zhan Lang, will definitely savor your body later.
I think your blood must taste very good too.” His blood-red tongue licked his dry lips.
Feeling the intense gaze of Zhan Lang, Zhang Xiaoyun recalled the scenes from the video earlier; her delicate body involuntarily shuddered, her complexion turning slightly pale.
Remembering Zhan Lang’s and Fan Qi’s perverted behavior in the video, a chill rose in her heart.
She glanced at Ye Chenfeng standing before her, thinking that tonight only Ye Chenfeng could possibly lead them to survive.
As Zhang Xiaoyun’s gaze focused on Ye Chenfeng, Zhan Lang’s gaze also shifted to him and he said casually, “Ye Chenfeng, before I enjoy the women here, I have to send you on your way first.
I hope your strength doesn’t disappoint me.
However, since Ling Bao died at your hands, I believe you should be able to last a few rounds against me.”
Ever since his fight with Ling Bao, many doubts had arisen in Ye Chenfeng’s heart.
He didn’t rush to act, but while pondering how to deal with Zhan Lang, he asked, “Is there an organization behind you?
Were the King and Ling Bao that I killed both from this organization?”
Cracking his neck and wrists with a series of crisp pops, a cold smirk appeared on Zhan Lang’s lips.
“I don’t waste words on the dead.
Ye Chenfeng, you’re about to meet King Yama.
Dying by my hand, Zhan Lang, is an honor for you.”
No sooner had his words fallen than a powerful surge of Soul Force burst forth from within Zhan Lang, ballooning his clothes outwards.
Wu Tian and Fan Qi beside him hastily retreated, unable to bear the oppressive feeling.
“Bang!
Bang!”
The ground under Zhan Lang’s feet suddenly sank about five centimeters.
His fighting spirit grew even more intense, his eyes filled with furious bloodlust, his expression turning incredibly ferocious as he roared, “Ye Chenfeng, bring out all your strength, or you might be killed by me in one move.”
Chen Siyu and the others standing behind Ye Chenfeng saw Zhan Lang directly sink the ground beneath him.
Their faces changed at once.
Chen Siyu, who knew of Ye Chenfeng’s many mysterious methods, was somewhat reassured, but despair slowly began to envelop the hearts of the others.
“Everyone, back off,” Ye Chenfeng roared at Chen Siyu and the others behind him, realizing he couldn’t unravel the doubts in his mind from Zhan Lang.
What he needed to consider now was how to kill Zhan Lang.
“Chenfeng, be careful,” the rest retreated without a word, only Chen Siyu gave Ye Chenfeng a concerned reminder before stepping away.
Ye Chenfeng nodded slightly, his eyes fixed firmly on Zhan Lang, feeling the pressure of his opponent.
He instantly elevated his King Level Middle Stage Soul Force to its peak, readying his body for optimal condition, then braced himself for Zhan Lang’s attack.
After all, Zhan Lang’s power had reached the Peak Middle Stage of Soul Force, and Ye Chenfeng still felt immense pressure.
Huh?
Upon sensing that Ye Chenfeng’s strength was only at the King Level Middle Stage, a puzzled look flashed across Zhan Lang’s eyes.
He mocked, “Kid, you’re only at the King Level Middle Stage, while Ling Bao had the strength of the King Level Peak.
Logically, you shouldn’t be able to defeat Ling Bao.
It seems you have some special tricks hidden up your sleeve, which makes me even more interested.”
“Bang!”
Zhan Lang’s right leg ferociously stamped the ground, and stone chips flew in all directions.
His figure shot towards Ye Chenfeng like a cannonball, and Luo Yongtian and the other spoil brats of Nangang couldn’t see Zhan Lang’s movements clearly.
By the time the figure reappeared in their sight, Zhan Lang had already arrived in front of Ye Chenfeng.
The sheer speed of Zhan Lang, to the extreme, made Luo Yongtian and the others break out in a cold sweat.
Luo Yongtian was from Nangang’s military, and his strength was not bad within the military.
But if he had to fight Zhan Lang, he believed he would be instantly killed, and if that was the case for Luo Yongtian, the other spoil brats of Nangang were definitely not in any better position, each swallowing hard.
Not far away, Wu Tian and Fan Qi, who were also watching the battle, stared unblinkingly at the fight before them.
Upon learning that Ye Chenfeng was only at the King Level Middle Stage, Wu Tian revealed a contemptuous smile and said, “Brother Lang’s punch, although only at the Sect Level Initial Stage level of Soul Force, should be enough to instantly kill a King Level Middle Stage like Ye Chenfeng.
It’s truly not easy for Ye Chenfeng to have come this far on his own.
In our organization, someone of his age with such strength would certainly be considered a medium-level talent.”
The sound of the wind whooshed by Ye Chenfeng’s ears, his eyes almost unable to open due to the wind caused by Zhan Lang’s punch.
However, Ye Chenfeng clearly felt that Zhan Lang hadn’t used his full strength, so he didn’t choose to dodge.
His right palm stretched out like a tiger coming out of the mountain, ready to meet Zhan Lang’s punch.
Zhan Lang, seeing that Ye Chenfeng actually wanted to catch his punch recklessly, a mocking expression slowly appeared on his face.
He increased the speed of his punch, and the entire fist rushed towards Ye Chenfeng’s palm like a meteor, attempting to break Ye Chenfeng’s entire right arm.
“Bang!”
The heart-shaking thud echoed in the air, and in the moment of the fist and palm colliding, the mocking expression vanished from Zhan Lang’s face, because his fist couldn’t budge Ye Chenfeng’s palm at all.
Could Ye Chenfeng’s strength be equal to his?
How was that possible?
Although Zhan Lang had only used the strength of Sect Level Initial Stage Soul Force, Ye Chenfeng was merely at the King Level Middle Stage.
Logically, he should have been able to send Ye Chenfeng flying with one punch.
But now, Ye Chenfeng had caught his punch?
How could Zhan Lang not be shocked?
“Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud!”
Ye Chenfeng and Zhan Lang both retreated five or six steps, leaving deep footprints on the ground.
Seeing the first round and the evenly matched situation between Ye Chenfeng and Zhan Lang, the spoil brats of Nangang secretly let out a sigh of relief.
Luo Yongtian, who previously considered himself strong, shook his head bitterly upon seeing such a tremendous stir sparked by just the first move between Ye Chenfeng and Zhan Lang.
He knew he was probably not even an ant in front of experts of Zhan Lang and Ye Chenfeng’s caliber.
Now he also understood why Ye Chenfeng didn’t take Jin Xiaoqiang seriously; with such formidable strength, Ye Chenfeng had every right to be proud.
Wu Tian, who was watching the battle from not too far away, saw his disdainful smile freeze on his face.
He incredulously tried to open his eyes wider, then even wider.
How could Ye Chenfeng, with merely King Level Middle Stage strength, catch a punch from Zhan Lang using Sect Level Initial Stage Soul Force?
It was simply unbelievable.
Using King Level Soul Force to compete with a Sect Level Soul Force expert?
People like that, in their organization, were like freakish talents, right?
And freaks of this caliber were so rare in their organization that they could be counted on the fingers of both hands.
This time, Wu Tian completely let go of his contempt for Ye Chenfeng, his gaze becoming serious as he knew watching a battle of such high-level masters would be greatly beneficial for him.
Zhan Lang, who had also stepped back five or six steps, was not angry at all, but his face became more excited as he said, “Ye Chenfeng, no wonder you could defeat Ling Bao.
With just King Level Middle Stage Soul Force, if I’m not mistaken, your strength should now be comparable to a Sect Level Initial Stage expert.
You indeed are a rare talent.
Unfortunately, you must die tonight.
I didn’t use my full strength just now, but next, I can enjoy a battle with you.
I hope you can hold on a little longer!”
Ye Chenfeng’s eyes earnestly fixed on Zhan Lang, knowing he had to make Zhan Lang let his guard down first.
He had already tentatively devised a plan in his mind, just waiting for an opportunity to strike Zhan Lang down in one blow.
(To be continued.
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