Rebirth Immortal-Chapter 47: The Battle Against Iron Demon

The Black Market was in chaos. Stalls were broken, people were screaming, and assassins lay injured or unconscious on the ground. But all eyes were now on the massive figure standing before Ye Chen.

Iron Demon cracked his knuckles, his eyes filled with battle lust. "Ye Chen, do you know how much they paid me to kill you? A fortune." He grinned, revealing his sharp teeth. "But I would've done it for free. I enjoy crushing arrogant brats like you."

Ye Chen didn't respond. His body tensed as he observed Iron Demon's stance. The man's muscles weren't just for show. He was a true warrior, trained in brutal combat.

Lin Xia and Zhao Ming stood behind Ye Chen, ready to fight, but he raised a hand. "Stay back."

Lin Xia frowned. "But—"

"Iron Demon is not someone you two can handle," Ye Chen said firmly.

Iron Demon let out a booming laugh. "Big words! Let's see if you can back them up!"

With a sudden burst of power, Iron Demon leaped forward, his massive fist aiming straight for Ye Chen's chest. The ground shook from the force of his movement.

Ye Chen dodged at the last second, his body moving like a shadow. The fist smashed into the stone floor, creating a deep crater. Pieces of rock flew in all directions.

Without wasting time, Ye Chen counterattacked. He struck Iron Demon's ribs with a sharp palm strike, but it was like hitting solid steel. The man barely flinched.

Iron Demon smirked. "Is that all you got?"

His other hand came down like a hammer. Ye Chen twisted his body, avoiding the blow, but the sheer wind pressure pushed him back.

The assassins who had been watching from the sidelines cheered. "Kill him, boss!"

Iron Demon grinned, rushing forward again. His speed was unnatural for someone his size. He swung his arm like a club, aiming to crush Ye Chen in one strike.

Ye Chen's eyes sharpened. Instead of dodging, he met the attack head-on. His palm shot forward, clashing directly with Iron Demon's fist.

Boom!

A shockwave spread out, sending debris flying. The assassins near them were knocked back by the force. Lin Xia and Zhao Ming had to shield themselves.

Iron Demon stumbled slightly, his expression changing for the first time. "Hoh? You blocked that? You're stronger than I thought."

Ye Chen's arm felt numb from the impact, but he didn't let it show. He exhaled slowly and stepped forward. "You talk too much."

Iron Demon roared and pulled the massive hammer from his back. The weapon was larger than an average man and looked terrifying. He swung it in a wide arc, aiming to flatten Ye Chen.

Ye Chen jumped backward, avoiding the first swing, but the second one came immediately. He ducked, rolling under the hammer, and moved in close. His palm struck Iron Demon's wrist with precision, aiming for the pressure points.

Iron Demon grunted as his grip loosened slightly. Ye Chen took advantage of the opening, stepping on the hammer's handle and launching himself into the air.

With a spinning kick, he struck Iron Demon's jaw. The impact echoed through the Black Market. Iron Demon stumbled backward, spitting out blood.

The assassins watching were in shock. "The boss is bleeding?!"

Iron Demon wiped his mouth and grinned. "Not bad, kid. But let's see if you can handle this!"

He stomped on the ground, causing the floor to crack. Then, with insane speed, he charged forward, swinging his hammer in a deadly arc.

Ye Chen's pupils shrank. He dodged the first strike, but Iron Demon followed up with a spinning motion, swinging again even faster.

This time, Ye Chen couldn't fully dodge. The hammer grazed his side, sending him crashing into a nearby wall.

Lin Xia gasped. "Ye Chen!"

Dust filled the air. For a moment, everything was silent. Then, a shadow moved within the smoke.

Ye Chen stepped forward, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were cold, dangerous. "You're strong. But not strong enough."

Iron Demon laughed. "Still standing? Good! It's been a long time since I had this much fun."

Ye Chen took a deep breath, and his aura changed. He clenched his fists, and a powerful force surged through his body. The assassins watching felt an invisible pressure, making it hard to breathe.

Lin Xia's eyes widened. "This... this is—"

Before anyone could react, Ye Chen vanished.

In the next second, he appeared right in front of Iron Demon. A heavy fist struck the giant's stomach.

Boom!

Iron Demon's eyes bulged. The force of the punch sent him flying backward, smashing through several stalls. He crashed into a stone pillar, coughing up blood.

The assassins were stunned.

"No way..."

"The boss... lost?"

Iron Demon struggled to get up, his hands shaking. He looked at Ye Chen, who stood there calmly, not even out of breath. For the first time, Iron Demon felt fear.

Ye Chen walked forward. "Still want to fight?"

Iron Demon gritted his teeth. Then, unexpectedly, he laughed. "No. I admit defeat."

The assassins were shocked. "Boss?!"

Iron Demon raised a hand. "Shut up. If I keep fighting, I'll die. I'm not stupid." He looked at Ye Chen and sighed. "Kid, you're a monster."

Ye Chen didn't say anything. He turned to Lin Xia and Zhao Ming. "Let's go."

Lin Xia nodded, but Zhao Ming hesitated. "What about the assassins?"

Ye Chen glanced at them. The men stepped back in fear, none daring to attack.

"They won't dare make a move now," Ye Chen said.

Without another word, they left the Black Market.

Once outside, Lin Xia let out a breath. "That was insane. That man was a monster, yet you still beat him."

Zhao Ming looked at Ye Chen. "The Zhao family... Someone from my family hired him."

Ye Chen's expression darkened. "We need to find out who."

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Zhao Ming clenched his fists. "I'll dig into my family's affairs. If someone really ordered my death, I won't let them get away with it."

Ye Chen nodded. "We'll make them pay."

The night was cold, but Ye Chen's heart burned with determination.

The streets outside the Black Market were quiet, a sharp contrast to the chaos that had unfolded inside. The three of them walked under the dim glow of streetlights, their footsteps echoing through the empty alleys.

Lin Xia stole a glance at Ye Chen. His face was calm, but she could tell he was deep in thought. She had seen many strong people before, but Ye Chen was different. His power wasn't just physical—it was the way he carried himself, as if nothing could shake him.

Zhao Ming, on the other hand, was tense. His fists were clenched, his face dark with anger. "I still can't believe someone in my own family ordered my death."

Ye Chen didn't respond immediately. He was considering their next move. "Do you have any idea who it could be?"

Zhao Ming hesitated before shaking his head. "The Zhao family is large, and there are many factions. My father's influence has weakened over the years. Many see me as a threat because I'm his direct heir. But to go as far as hiring assassins? That means someone is truly desperate."

Ye Chen glanced at him. "Then we need to act fast. The longer we wait, the more danger you'll be in."

Zhao Ming took a deep breath. "I'll start investigating tomorrow."

Lin Xia nodded. "We should be careful. The Zhao family is powerful, and whoever is behind this won't stop easily."

Just as she finished speaking, Ye Chen suddenly stopped. His eyes sharpened, and his body tensed.

Lin Xia and Zhao Ming froze. "What is it?" Zhao Ming whispered.

Ye Chen's gaze flickered toward a rooftop. A shadow moved, barely noticeable in the darkness. He sighed. "We're being followed."

Before the words had fully left his mouth, a cold wind swept through the alley. A figure in black robes appeared, standing a few meters away. His face was covered by a mask, and his aura was filled with killing intent.

"I didn't expect you to notice me so quickly," the masked man said, his voice low and emotionless.

Lin Xia's heart pounded. "Another assassin?"

Zhao Ming's face turned pale. "Damn it! How many did they hire?"

Ye Chen studied the man carefully. Unlike Iron Demon, who relied on brute strength, this assassin had a different presence—silent, deadly, and precise.

"You don't seem like a common killer," Ye Chen said. "Who sent you?"

The masked man tilted his head. "Does it matter? Dead men don't need answers."

In the next instant, he moved.

He was fast—faster than anyone Ye Chen had fought tonight. His body flickered, vanishing like a ghost. A cold gleam flashed as a dagger shot toward Ye Chen's throat.

Ye Chen leaned back just in time, the blade missing him by a hair's breadth. But before he could counterattack, the assassin vanished again, reappearing behind him.

Lin Xia and Zhao Ming barely saw the movement. "Ye Chen, behind you!" Lin Xia shouted.

Ye Chen spun around, his palm striking out. But the assassin twisted his body mid-air, dodging with ease. His dagger slashed downward.

Ye Chen lifted his arm, blocking with his forearm. The blade cut into his sleeve, but it didn't pierce his skin. His body was too tough.

The assassin's eyes narrowed. "Interesting."

He jumped back, putting distance between them. "Your reaction speed is impressive. Your body is strong. But..." His hand flicked, revealing another dagger. "How many attacks can you block?"

Ye Chen didn't respond. He took a step forward, his aura shifting. This assassin was skilled, but Ye Chen had fought countless battles. He had no intention of dragging this fight out.

The assassin moved first. His body blurred, zigzagging unpredictably. His speed was overwhelming, even faster than before.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes. Instead of chasing after the assassin, he stood still, waiting.

Then, at the perfect moment—he struck.

His palm shot forward, faster than lightning. The assassin, mid-movement, was caught off guard. His eyes widened as Ye Chen's attack landed on his chest.

Boom!

The assassin was sent flying, crashing into the wall. The impact cracked the bricks, sending dust into the air.

Lin Xia gasped. "Did you get him?"

Zhao Ming stepped closer. "No... look!"

From the dust, the assassin emerged. He coughed, wiping blood from his lips. "You're strong," he admitted. "But I wasn't sent to kill you tonight."

Ye Chen frowned. "What?"

The assassin took out a small paper and flicked it into the air. It landed at Ye Chen's feet. "Consider this a warning," he said. "The real hunters will come soon."

Then, before anyone could stop him, he threw down a smoke bomb. Thick fog covered the area, and by the time it cleared, he was gone.

Lin Xia picked up the paper. "What does it say?"

Ye Chen took it, reading the words written in neat handwriting:

You shouldn't have interfered. Now, we're coming for you.

Zhao Ming clenched his jaw. "Looks like we just made things worse."

Ye Chen crushed the paper in his hand. His eyes were cold. "Let them come."

The night was far from over. And the real enemies were just beginning to reveal themselves.