"Half-step Martial Arts Grandmaster? Interesting!"
Feeling the intense pressure erupting from Han ng, a aningful smile appeared on Ye Fan's face.
He finally understood why the head of North Suburb Prison, Wang Lang, had handed him over to Han ng. With Han ng's combat power as a Half-step Martial Arts Grandmaster, he indeed deserved the title of the number one ruthless man in North Suburb Prison.
If an ordinary suspect were assigned to Han ng by Wang Lang, with Han ng's thods, he would certainly be able to subdue the suspect in a short ti.
The dirty-faced Skin Monkey glared at Ye Fan, grinding his teeth, "Kid, you're finished. Once our boss makes a move, you're utterly done for!"
"I'm finished? You all are being a bit too naive to think that a re Half-step Martial Arts Grandmaster can squeeze like this, aren't you?" Ye Fan sneered.
"How dare you!"
"What insolence!"
Seeing Ye Fan not taking Han ng seriously, all the prisoners whom Ye Fan had knocked to the ground burst out in anger.
Having been locked up in North Suburb Prison for so many years, they saw Han ng as the most formidable hard nut they had ever encountered. With the power of a Half-step Martial Arts Grandmaster, Han ng was indeed an unstoppable force in North Suburb Prison.
Han ng, with a chilling gaze, said, "Kid, you're not the first such rampant one I've encountered! I must admit, you're much stronger than those I've seen before. Therefore, I'll let you have three moves, so that later you can't say I bullied you!"
"What? You're giving three moves?" Ye Fan was quite surprised.
Han ng had no clue how terrifying Ye Fan's skills were. He said coldly, "That's right! It's been a long ti since I've taken action. Today, I'll give you three moves. Make your move!"
"Heh!"
Ye Fan shook his head with a grin, "No need to give three moves! I think I should give you three moves instead. I'm afraid that once I make a move, you won't have the chance to make yours!"
What!!!
Once Ye Fan made a move, Han ng wouldn't have the chance to strike?
Hearing Ye Fan's words, all the prisoners in the cell gasped in shock; they hadn't expected Ye Fan to speak so brashly.
Give Han ng three moves?
In their eyes, wasn't this tantamount to courting death?
"You've got guts, kid; you've got guts!"
Hearing this, Han ng's eyes turned even fiercer.
The young man in front of him actually wanted to give him three moves; this was outright disregard for him.
Ye Fan said with a teasing smile, "I always keep my word. If I say I'll give you three moves, then I'll give you three moves. Fight if you want to fight; if not, let it be. Don't dilly-dally here like a sissy!"
"Kid, you're seeking death!"
Deed a sissy by Ye Fan, Han ng roared with fury, clenching his fists and suddenly lashing out at Ye Fan.
Whoosh—
As befitting a Half-step Martial Arts Grandmaster, in the cramped confines of the cell, Han ng pounced toward Ye Fan like a fierce tiger on the grassland. It seed that if Ye Fan were caught by Han ng, his frail body would be torn to shreds.
"Boss has made a move, brothers, the boss has made his move!"
"Holy shit! Look, the boss is obviously serious. It's been a long ti since I saw the boss go all out. This brat has dared to enrage the boss; he's utterly screwed!"
"Seeking death is indeed courting death! I bet the boss could take half his life with just one move!"
Seeing Han ng going full throttle, many prisoners Ye Fan had knocked down scrambled up from the ground to clear a fighting space for Han ng.
"Kid, you're the first to provoke in North Suburb Prison. Get down on your knees!"
The mont he was about to reach Ye Fan, Han ng let out a roar like a lion, swinging his fist at Ye Fan like a sweeping rainbow.
"There are countless who have wanted to kneel, but with your current combat power, you're far from qualified!"
Confronted with Han ng's resolute iron fist, Ye Fan sneered, and his body disappeared from the spot as if by magic.
Slap!!!
Han ng hadn't seen how Ye Fan vanished when suddenly, at the mont of disappearance, he felt soone slap his butt hard.
"Ooh! Nice touch!"
Soon after, a mocking voice ca from behind Han ng.
Han ng swiftly turned around, only to see Ye Fan standing there with a full-faced smile.
Staring at Ye Fan, Han ng exclaid in shock, "Dodged it? You actually dodged it?"
"Damn it! Did that kid actually dodge the boss's killer punch? How did he do that?"
"I've no idea! All I saw was that he disappeared right on the spot when the boss got close!"
"That's right, right, he just vanished into thin air. What's this? So kind of illusion technique?"
In an instant, the shock reverberated among the many prisoners. They hadn't seen how Ye Fan had managed to evade Han ng's ferocious punch.
"First move!"
Ye Fan said with an amused smile, facing the astonished Han ng.
"Scoundrel!" Han ng's face was a picture of rage.
Though unsure how Ye Fan had dodged his swift punch, Han ng knew that so had extraordinary talent for speed. With the gloomy and damp atmosphere inside the cell, if Ye Fan was fast enough, it was indeed possible to create the illusion of disappearing from sight.
Looking at Ye Fan, Han ng, seething with rage, said, "Wang Lang wanted to force a confession out of you, but now I've changed my mind. I will pound you to death with these iron fists of mine!"
"Less talk, more action. If you want to kill , just make your move!" Ye Fan scoffed.
"Kill!!"
Just now, having been slapped on the buttocks by Ye Fan, Han ng flew into a rage out of humiliation. In order to prevent Ye Fan from evading in a bizarre fashion again, Han ng's right foot swept toward Ye Fan like a shadow.
"The boss is taking action, the boss is making a move again. This kid can't be as lucky as last ti!"
"This kid definitely won't be lucky again. Just now the boss was careless; this ti, the boss can kill him with one intentional move!"
"Boss, co on, kill him in one move!"
Accompanying Han ng's second strike, the many prisoners in the cell shouted excitedly as if injected with adrenaline.
"Kid, go to hell!"
Before being captured, Han ng had been through countless battles. This ti, as he struck, Han ng aid his right foot directly at Ye Fan's crown. He held nothing back, intending to blast Ye Fan's head with one kick.
In the dim prison cell, as Han ng's fatal blow descended, Ye Fan flashed a wicked smile; he slightly bent his body, brushing past Han ng's thunderous kick.
Smack!!!
In that mont of near miss, Ye Fan once again raised his hand and slapped Han ng on the buttocks.
The next mont, Ye Fan chuckled and said, "How co it gets better every ti I touch it? Tell , what's your secret to such good maintenance?"
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
Seeing Ye Fan evade the thunderous strike again and being slapped on the buttocks once more, Han ng was so angry he was almost smoking at the nostrils.
"He... he dodged again? What the hell! This can't be right, can it?"
"This kid is a bit weird! Could it be that he's stronger than the boss?"
"Impossible! Every Ancient Martial Artist must break through their own limits; how could there be so many Ancient Martial Artists in this world? Besides, this kid is so young. Even if he is an Ancient Martial Artist, he couldn't possibly be a match for the boss. I think he is just quick on his feet, that's all!"
"Right, it must be that!"
In an instant, many people silently nodded, unwilling to believe that Ye Fan's strength surpassed that of their boss, Han ng.
Being mocked by Ye Fan, Han ng's eyes bristled with killing intent: "Good! Very good! Kid, you've thoroughly aroused my killing intent! If I don't kill you today, how can I, Han ng, continue to hold my ground in North Suburb Prison in the future?"
"Just co at !"
Ye Fan fearlessly responded, "But I have to remind you, two moves have passed; you have one last chance left!"
"Kill!"
Han ng completely ignored Ye Fan's words. His eyes sharp as a hawk's, he launched into another thunderous assault as soon as he finished speaking.
Shua—
Just like the second ti, Han ng was brimming with force as he viciously kicked at Ye Fan's crown.
"Repeating an old trick? Those won't work on !" Ye Fan chuckled lightly.
"Old tricks? Sadly, this is not an old trick!"
Just as Ye Fan prepared to dodge, Han ng swiftly chopped his right hand toward the back of Ye Fan's head.
"Beautiful, boss has got nice moves!"
Seeing Han ng change his attack midway, all the prisoners in the cell beca excited.
Han ng grimly said as he struck his palm toward Ye Fan, "Kid, let's see if you die this ti!"
The third strike against Ye Fan was a deliberate feint with his foot, to figure out in which direction Ye Fan would dodge, then to take the opportunity to blast him.
As long as he could hit Ye Fan, Han ng believed that with his own strength, he could blow Ye Fan's head to pieces.
"Changing tactics midway? Interesting!"
Feeling a cold breeze at the back of his head, Ye Fan grinned wickedly, swiftly turned around, and kicked at Han ng's right foot, which was still in the air.
Bang!!!
Before all eyes, Han ng's right foot was kicked by Ye Fan and he lost his balance, executing a perfect split in the air.
"Ow! Ow-ow!"
After landing in a full split, the fierce Han ng's face instantly turned green. Stay tuned with My Virtual Library Empire
With no background in dance, the sudden full split tore at Han ng's legs, making him feel as if they were about to split apart.
"Boss, are you okay?"
Seeing Han ng land in the split, the many prisoners winced; it physically pained them just to look, let alone try it.
"You idiots, can I be okay? Why don't you try it!" Han ng quickly got up from the ground.
Feeling a tearing sensation between his legs, Han ng was almost moved to tears from the pain.
After scolding his underlings, Han ng glared at Ye Fan, bursting with rage: "It's been a long ti since I've felt the sensation of stabbing pain. Congratulations, you've fully ignited my killing intent. If I don't kill you today, how can I, Han ng, continue to mix in the outside world? You're dead for sure, you're damn dead!"
Landing in a full split only intensified Han ng's desire to kill Ye Fan.
"Three moves have passed; it's my turn to counter-attack now!"
Facing Han ng's lock-on, Ye Fan's face was full of playful smiles.
"Counter-attack? I'll see how you counter in the face of absolute strength! You damn thing, daring to make lose face, watch how I tear you to shreds!"
Staring at Ye Fan, Han ng blazed with fury, enduring the pain between his legs as he clenched his fists and charged ferociously toward Ye Fan once more.
"Tear to shreds? I wonder, do you qualify?"
Seeing Han ng coming at him with destructive force, Ye Fan's eyes turned cold as he boldly counterattacked.
Reviews
All reviews (0)