12: When Master Hong got angry, blood splattered all over his body!
The man in the baseball cap was slightly stunned.
Then he saw Tiger point a finger into the distance.
Over there.
A man in a grey trench coat and a half-mask, with his hands in his pockets, stood quite casually, his Aura completely out of place with his surroundings.
As if sensing the gaze.
He turned his body, his eyes sweeping over.
Their eyes met.
The man in the baseball cap's heart thumped, and the hairs on his body stood on end.
“This person… is so strong!”
The Demon Blade's pupils constricted, and he almost instantly judged the opponent's strength.
At least he was above Tiger, an Advanced Martial Artist, or even higher!
“Ugh ah ah ah—!”
As he was thinking, two consecutive shrill screams directly interrupted his thoughts.
Outside the factory building, the half-closed abandoned gate was violently burst open.
Two figures flew in like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily onto the floor and sliding several meters.
These two burly men were the subordinates Tiger had just sent to check the commotion.
Now, lying on the ground, they were continuously coughing up blood as if they had chewed on something like Mentos.
Their chests were visibly caved in, and it was clear they wouldn't survive.
Tiger’s expression subtly changed.
He abruptly stood up, his eyes wide, staring intently at the doorway.
A figure slowly walked in, tall and slender, with a stern face.
Even though there were a few grey hairs at his temples, his entire being exuded a powerful Aura.
From afar, he resembled a ferocious beast in human skin, with Evil Qi overflowing!
“How bold. To come alone, I respect you as a man, but…”
Tiger looked down from above, a ferocious expression on his face.
However, he hadn't finished speaking.
Below,
The man’s indifferent voice rang out: “No need for pleasantries, I’m in a hurry.”
Tiger was slightly stunned.
Then, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, he laughed in anger:
“Good, good, good! Originally, I only intended to dislocate one of your arms, and the grudge for you injuring my subordinate would have been settled.”
“But now, not only can you not save your woman, but you yourself will also be crippled forever!”
With that said.
Tiger waved his hand, “All of you, get him!”
The group of subordinates behind him brandished their weapons and lunged towards Ye Hong.
“Roar roar! Kill him!”
“Daring to come alone and trespass on our Black Tiger Society, you’re tired of living!”
“Hehehe… I see this old man’s wife is still quite alluring. After we cripple him, I’m going to play with his woman right in front of him!”
“You better give up, with so many brothers, it won’t be your turn for who knows how many hands!”
The black-clad thugs grinned ferociously, their laughter echoing uninhibitedly.
They rapidly closed in on Ye Hong, not putting him in their eyes at all.
Any one of these people, if thrown outside,
Would face at least three years for street brawling, resorting to all sorts of dirty tricks like groin kicks, eye pokes, and anal attacks.
When dozens of people swarm in a group fight, even an ordinary Martial Artist can't withstand it!
“Seeking death.”
Ye Hong clenched his fist, a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
His fiery temper had been building up all the way here.
After dealing with the few watchdogs outside the abandoned factory,
The first thing he saw upon entering was Luo Jinxuan, haggard and tied with ropes on the second floor.
His anger surged almost instantly.
They dared to tie up his wife.
If he could still tolerate this, what was the difference between him and a turtle?!
Boom!
Ye Hong stomped his foot, his figure shooting out like an arrow, his Aura violent.
Under the immense power of his Qi and blood, his speed was so fast that it even created a wave of Qi.
In just an instant.
A straightforward punch was thrown, violently striking the chest of the person at the very front.
“Crack—!”
A crisp sound of bones breaking erupted.
The black-clad thug's eyes widened.
As if hit head-on by a high-speed truck, he almost embarked on a journey of teleportation to another world.
His entire body flew horizontally, blood gushing from his mouth.
The baseball bat clutched in his hand flew high into the air.
A companion behind him instinctively dodged.
In a flash, a black shadow ghost-like pounced over.
A wave of Qi swept, and the fist rapidly expanded in his vision.
The intense pressure almost made the thug scream.
A Martial Artist!
And an experienced Martial Artist who had retired from the battlefield!
He even felt as if he was going to die.
Bang—!
The fist struck his head, and the terrifying force attached to it erupted completely.
The thug's head was literally blown apart, his mind roared, and red and white matter splattered before his eyes.
Then the entire world plunged into darkness.
His body went limp and fell, unconscious.
Killed in one blow!
It proved that sometimes, a person’s feelings are indeed very accurate.
Since they had already completely fallen out, Ye Hong didn't bother to hold back.
This was inherently a world where the strong preyed on the weak.
As long as you were strong enough,
Someone would clean up even the biggest messes you made.
Moreover, these thugs themselves weren't clean.
“Hiss… Tumour was killed by him? This old man, does he kill without batting an eye?!”
“Get out of the way! If you want to die, go yourself, don’t push me!”
“Ah ah ah ah, don’t come over!”
Seeing Ye Hong so fierce,
Crippling one person and killing another in just one encounter.
Some of the remaining thugs panicked.
They pushed and shoved each other, and their original charge instantly devolved into a chaotic mess.
Ye Hong's movements did not stop, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.
His fists carried a violent rampage, and with every strike, someone was bound to fly out horizontally.
Occasionally, a club would strike, but he easily dodged it.
His hands erupted with terrifying gripping power, literally crushing the iron pipe into a dent.
Then he easily grasped a machete wielded by one of the thugs.
With a tremor of his wrist, he snatched the large blade.
With a raise of his hand and a drop of the blade, the unlucky fellow in front of him was almost split in half, his chest torn open, and blood gushed out like a spring.
Decisive in killing!
A blade, unlike a fist, doesn't give the solid feel of flesh on flesh.
It's all about efficiency, slaughtering like livestock!
For a time, wails filled the scene.
The surrounding thugs fell like harvested rice.
Those who were lucky enough not to be hit by the blade also scrambled, crying out for their parents, and fled to the back.
They were good at ganging up on the weak and bullying others.
But when it turned into a one-sided slaughter, who could endure it?!
Pfft—!
Another backhand slash, and the splattered blood stained Ye Hong's hair crimson.
His eyes were bloodshot, truly like an executioner on a gallows.
With every step he took,
The remaining thugs retreated several steps, their courage instantly shattered.
Whoosh.
Just then, a low whizzing sound rang out.
Ye Hong did not dodge, extending his single hand forward and firmly catching a cold flying knife.
Then, with a flick of his wrist,
The flying knife flew out at an even faster speed than it came.
Pfft!
On the edge of the second floor, a black-clad thug clutched his neck, blood gushing out.
His eyes were still wide open, and the next second he plunged down headfirst.
“Such a low-level thing, don’t bring it out.”
Ye Hong’s voice was cold, his gaze falling on Tiger, who was still on the second floor.
At the same time.
His brain, enhanced by a hundredfold talent, rapidly calculated his maximum speed when unleashing his full power.