Chapter 174: Chapter 174: Yang Fei’s Bottom Line
Seeing Yang Fei strike and kill Wang Xiongying, Yan Cheng and Xu Chou were greatly alarmed.
This person’s speed is incredibly fast. He was just on the platform, and now he has already killed Wang Xiongying and is charging toward them.
Without any hesitation, Xu Chou, having been on guard, raised his hand and waved it toward Yang Fei.
A pungent white smoke filled the air and lunged directly at Yang Fei.
Xu Mao and Xu Xingzhou’s expressions drastically changed as they both cried out in alarm, "Be careful, that’s deadly poison!"
However, before their words fell, they saw Yang Fei strike out with a palm from a distance.
The white smoke rushing towards him was enveloped by a strange force and flew directly back toward Xu Chou, Yan Cheng, and the others.
Xu Chou’s expression drastically changed, and he let out a cold snort, countering with a punch through the air.
"Pop!"
The palm Force from Yang Fei fiercely collided with Xu Chou’s punch. Xu Chou’s clothes and hair were blown back as if ravaged by a hurricane. He staggered and retreated repeatedly.
The next moment, the white poisonous cloud had enveloped Yan Cheng’s body.
Yan Cheng, being a late-stage martial artist, quickly held his breath and tried to escape.
But as fast as Xu Chou and Yan Cheng’s reactions were, Yang Fei’s attack was faster.
Yang Fei charged forward like a lion attacking a rabbit, his momentum unstoppable, and slapped at Yan Cheng.
In his explosive retreat, Yan Cheng threw out both fists, trying to block.
"Bang!"
The fist that made contact with Yang Fei’s palm exploded, and an incredibly strong force traveled up his arm, shattering his internal organs.
Yan Cheng’s face filled with horror and despair, staring incredulously at Yang Fei, mouth agape in anticipation.
"Pu."
As soon as he opened his mouth, a large mouthful of blood sprayed out.
"Thump!"
Yan Cheng’s corpse fell a few meters away, convulsed once, and then died, following his father down Huangquan Road.
In the midst of his advance, Yang Fei killed Yan Cheng as effortlessly as slaughtering a chicken or a dog.
His pace unimpeded, he directly rushed toward Xu Chou.
Xu Chou was already scared out of his wits.
He was an Energy Transformation martial artist. In Divine Continent, where martial arts were practiced widely, the number registered in the Martial Alliance as Energy Transformation martial artists did not exceed three hundred. He was considered a second-tier expert in the Martial World.
Yet now, he found himself like a three-year-old child incapable of martial arts in front of Yang Fei. The gap was simply too great; he had no chance to resist.
He felt a deep sense of powerlessness and despair.
"Bang!"
Yang Fei struck a palm at Xu Chou’s chest.
Killing him, Yang Fei had used more force than when he executed Yan Cheng because this person was not originally on his list of people to kill. Yet, he emerged to provoke a fight.
Although Xu Xinghai’s death was somewhat related to him, it was Xu Xingzhou and Xu Mao who had killed Xu Xinghai. Nonetheless, Xu Chou came looking for him first, which was simply seeking death!
Today, Yang Fei aimed to establish a fearsome reputation in the Martial World, to make others fear and dread him, thus he struck brutally and decisively. Where one move would kill, he absolutely would not give a second.
As Yang Fei’s palm imprint sank into the chest, Xu Chou’s entire body was shattered. He could even hear his internal organs, even his blood vessels, bursting.
His entire body flew backward in a V shape, his back clothes split apart, showcasing the terrifyingly tyrannical force contained in Yang Fei’s palm.
It’s a long story to tell, but in actuality, from the moment Yang Fei jumped down from the platform, up to now when Wang Xiongying, Yan Cheng, and Xu Chou had been successively killed by him, only a few seconds had passed.
The arena was dead silent.
Many rubbed their eyes, feeling they hadn’t clearly seen Yang Fei’s actions just now.
The vast majority only saw a blur, feeling as if Yang Fei had simply sprinted through and those three were killed.
This was real supremacy!
Like a wind sweeping up leaves, effortlessly crushing all opposition!
So powerful!
They were simply not on the same level.
Countless pairs of eyes stared at Yang Fei, many filled with deep shock and admiration, yet also a hint of curiosity arose.
This person, what Realm is he really at?
Could it be that he is already at the level of a grandmaster?
Such a young grandmaster, even going back two hundred years in the Divine Continent Martial World, they are very few in number.
Seeing Yang Fei instantly kill Wang Xiongying, Yan Cheng, and Xu Chou, Jiang Ziman’s heart also trembled and screamed.
Though he was an Energy Transformation Martial Artist, he felt that he might not even have a chance to strike in front of this young man.
Both were Energy Transformation Martial Artists, but the disparity was too great!
No wonder he had caught the eye of the Qin Family’s young miss, truly a dragon among men.
After killing Xu Chou, Yang Fei’s gaze swept around the area.
The Yan Family, the Situ family, the Wang Family, and those who had followed Xu Chou, all hastily bowed their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.
Yang Fei’s gaze then fell on Tong Fujun’s face, and he walked over.
Tong Fujun’s legs trembled, nearly bringing him to his knees.
He indeed harbored resentment toward Yang Fei in his heart and had resolved to have his uncle personally kill Yang Fei.
But now, facing Yang Fei, what filled his heart was more fear than anything else.
"Did you come here today to take my head to commemorate your son?" Yang Fei stepped in front of Tong Fujun and asked.
Tong Fujun felt some ringing in his ears, his mind buzzed, and he could only hear his own rapid, fearful heartbeat.
Meeting Yang Fei’s indifferent gaze, his heart trembled, and he opened his mouth but couldn’t utter a sound.
"A father’s fault for not teaching his son!"
Yang Fei looked at Tong Fujun and slowly spoke, "You spoiled and overly protected him, blindly wanting to take my head without distinguishing right from wrong. You really are a good father, aren’t you? Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance; my head is right here. Are you going to take it or not?"
Tong Fujun felt a burning shame on his face, a dryness in his throat. His fists clenched tight, his body trembled, his heart filled with anger and fear.
In front of so many people, he wanted to be a bit tougher and not lose face for the Tong Family, but thinking of the four people who had just died, he didn’t even have the courage to speak.
Jiang Ziman, seeing Yang Fei troubling Tong Fujun, felt a chill in his heart and quickly reminded, "Yang... Mister, the matter of the duel at the Life and Death Platform has been settled, you shouldn’t kill indiscriminately now."
Yang Fei smiled faintly and asked, "I have heard of an unwritten rule in the Martial World, ’A grandmaster must not be insulted,’ right?"
Jiang Ziman was struck by the thought, nodding, "There is such a saying, and people in the Martial World generally observe this rule, but there are no formal documents establishing it."
"Although it’s not a law of the Martial World, it’s still recognized, right?" Yang Fei asked.
Jiang Ziman thought for a moment and did not deny it.
Yang Fei gave a faint smile, his eyes again fell on Tong Fujun: "Your son insulted me, and I killed him because he deserved to die. By coming here immediately wanting my head, does that count as an insult to me?"
Tong Fujun’s face crumpled, his whole body soaked in cold sweat.
The Tong Family Martial Artists he had brought also felt indignant yet dared not speak, feeling a burning flush on their faces.
Today had been a terrible defeat, the honor of the Tong Family trampled on the ground and ruthlessly stomped upon by this young man.
But seeing those four corpses on the ground, their hearts filled with sorrow and reluctance dissipated a little.
Compared to life, honor counts for nothing.
With life and death, there comes great fear.
In this world, those who can calmly face life and death are few and far between.
"Answer me!" Yang Fei suddenly raised his voice, coldly questioning.
Tong Fujun’s body jolted, nearly urinating himself.
His chest heaved violently, sweat poured down his forehead like sap, and he felt utterly suffocated and repressed.
Seeing him look like this, a hint of disdain flashed in Yang Fei’s eyes as he raised his hand and slapped him across the face.
Tong Fujun was horrified, directly wetting his pants.
"Smack!"
The crisp sound of the slap rang out as Tong Fujun flew sideways, hitting the ground with a cry of pain.
He covered his face with one hand and felt his neck with the other, his heart racing up to his throat. Only when he realized he was still breathing did he breathe a sigh of relief, but he didn’t dare get up and lay on the ground looking at Yang Fei in terror.
Yang Fei spoke indifferently, "Since you haven’t signed a death warrant, I’ll let you go this time for her sake, but this is the last time. I hope you won’t provoke me again."
After saying this, Yang Fei nodded at Jiang Ziman and turned to leave.
Towards the direction of the club’s main entrance, the crowd parted hastily with a whoosh, opening up a wide path.
Ultimately, he had spared the Tong Family people for Tong Yunshu’s sake.
And he had promised Qin Yanyang to be more tolerant and not too harsh.
So he had spared Tong Fujun just now.
But had Tong Fujun dared to threaten his family, even if he hadn’t signed a death contract, he would have killed him without hesitation.
You can provoke him as long as it’s not excessive. If he can let it slide, he will, but don’t mess with his family. That’s his bottom line!