The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 100: A Worthy Opponent (Please Recommend and Bookmark)

The levels of expertise in the Ancient Martial World start from low to high: Yellow Rank, Profound Rank, Earth Rank, and Heaven Rank, with a significant increase in strength with each level ascended.

In his previous life, Ye Chenfeng had never battled with an ancient martial expert, so he wasn’t clear about the formidable extent of each level’s strength. However, he was certain that the man in black before him was no ordinary foe.

"Has your strength reached the Profound Rank?" Ye Chenfeng immediately asked tentatively.

The man in black paused briefly and let out a strange laugh from his throat, "It seems you’re quite knowledgeable about the Ancient Martial World! Even so clear on our strength level delineation? Indeed, my strength has reached the Profound Rank. If you were not a descendant of the Yes, I would have liked to take you as my disciple!"

"Who exactly are you people? Who instructed you to target the Yes?" Before making a move, Ye Chenfeng wanted to extract as much information as possible from the man in black.

With a cold snort, the man in black said, "You’re still trying to extract words from me? You should be satisfied with what I’ve already told you. Now, let me take you to the Road to Netherworld! Seeing as how I admire you, I’ve decided to grant you a swift end."

The man in black drew a thin, long chain from his waist, which whistled towards Ye Chenfeng’s face like a silver dragon dancing in the air, leaving a series of afterimages and cutting off Ye Chenfeng’s retreat.

A crushing sense of oppression hit him before the chain even reached his face, and he felt as though a blade was slicing across his cheeks, his skin experiencing a tearing pain.

This was the first time since his rebirth that a sense of mortal danger crept into Ye Chenfeng’s heart. Was a Profound Rank martial artist already this powerful? What about those at the Earth Rank or even the Heaven Rank? Wouldn’t they be able to kill him in an instant? Fourth Level Soul Force was indeed too weak.

Ye Chenfeng pushed his Fourth Level Soul Force to the limit. Since there was no avoiding it, he had to face it head on. "Bang, bang, bang, bang—" His fists, wrapped in Soul Force, struck out four times in succession at the incoming chain.

The man in black took four or five steps backward, his eyes filled with disbelief as he looked at Ye Chenfeng. He hadn’t expected the other party to be able to block his chain with just his fists. Had it been an ordinary person daring to do this, both fists would likely have been sheared off by his chain.

Ye Chenfeng’s displayed strength continuously shocked the man in black. Originally, the information he had received indicated that Ye Chenfeng was nothing more than a fool suffering from panic disorder. The man in black had come with the attitude of taking a leisurely trip, incidentally settling the lives of Ye Chenfeng and Ye Dongjian, but the reality was beyond his expectations.

Ye Chenfeng used his fists to fend off the man in black’s chain, driven by sheer desperation. At this moment, his fists were already bloody, to the point where stark white bone could be seen. As the saying goes, "each finger affects the heart," and the intense pain in his fists made Ye Chenfeng clench his teeth tightly.

If things kept up like this, both Ye Chenfeng and Ye Dongjian would be facing a dead end. Ye Chenfeng thought calmly in his mind about a solution. Having finally been reborn five hundred years in the past, he couldn’t just die here so easily!

Not far away, Ye Dongjian’s sturdy body shook uncontrollably, his bloodshot eyes filled with towering rage. His fists, as large as clay pots, clenched tightly. However, he also knew that he was utterly unable to help at the moment. Just as Ye Chenfeng had said earlier, if he allowed anger to cloud his judgment and acted rashly, not only would he fail to avenge anyone, but he might also lose his own life and even drag Ye Chenfeng down with him.

"Not bad, I’m growing more and more fond of you. Now I really have some regrets about killing you! To possess such strength at a mere twenty-something, your future must be boundless. But who asked you to be a Ye? What a pity, truly a pity."

The man in black seemed to shake his head with regret and let out a sigh before his tone suddenly shifted, as a chilling murderous intent emerged from his being, "You’ve earned the right to be my opponent. It’s been a long time since I’ve encountered a master like you in the ordinary world."

With those words, the man in black swung his chain of iron locks again. Ye Chenfeng could only dodge everywhere, and when he couldn’t evade, he had to block with his blood-soaked fists. Although they were enveloped in Soul Force, there was a certain gap in strength between the two, resulting in many broken bones in Ye Chenfeng’s fists.

The speed at which the man in black wielded his iron chains grew faster and faster, until at last even the shadow of the chains became invisible. Ye Chenfeng’s clothes were in tatters, hanging off his body in shreds, a sorry sight to behold.

Then, Ye Chenfeng’s eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of four small knives buried in the round iron pillar, and he instantly thought of a strategy. He slowly moved toward the round iron pillar.

Soul Force radiated from within him, wrapping around the handles of the four small knives, gradually pulling the knives out from the iron pillar bit by bit.

Because he had to concentrate on controlling the four small knives, Ye Chenfeng’s body was repeatedly struck by the iron chains, creating numerous gashes in his skin from which warm blood incessantly flowed.

Soon, Ye Chenfeng was cornered against the round iron pillar by the iron chains. The man in black sneered from his throat, "When you get to Yama’s Palace, tell King Yama to let you be reborn without the Ye surname in your next life."

The iron chain lashed toward Ye Chenfeng’s forehead; if it struck, it would undoubtedly result in a fatal wound.

Ye Dongjian, who was not far away, realized something was amiss. By the time he wanted to rush over to intervene, it was too late. With a heart-wrenching roar, he screamed, "No, don’t, I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you all."

Ye Dongjian absolutely did not want to witness his beloved nephew being killed in front of him while he, as an uncle, could do nothing at all.

Just at the critical moment, the four small knives embedded above the round iron pillar suddenly came loose, their tips aimed at the limbs of the man in black, and shot out at an extremely fast speed.

Ye Chenfeng controlled the four sharp knives, exhausting all the Soul Force within his body. The knives targeted the man’s wrist and ankle tendons.

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The four sharp knives embedded themselves precisely into the limbs of the man in black. The Soul Force drove the knives to their maximum momentum, causing the man’s limbs to be punctured and his body to be violently flung seven or eight meters away.

The move had completely drained Ye Chenfeng’s body of Soul Force. His mutilated body leaned against the round iron pillar and slowly slid to the ground.

Now, even lifting his hand was probably too much for Ye Chenfeng, and even a child could easily kill him. The pain in various parts of his body caused a muffled groan to escape from Ye Chenfeng’s throat.