The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 437: Life or Death?

These days, Wu Xiaofei has been particularly busy with work, not being able to come home for meals on time. Grandfather Ye was also suddenly called away to a meeting tonight, and Ye Chenfeng’s uncle, Ye Dongjian, seems to be with Ning Minyan every single day. The two are in the throes of passionate love.

Hence, our comrade Ye Chenfeng, seeing the empty hall of the Yes, decided to head out and casually settle his dinner.

The nights in Capital City are lively and noisy. After eating and drinking his fill, Ye Chenfeng lazily walked out of a restaurant. No sooner had he left than he felt someone watching him from behind. But when he looked back, he found nothing suspicious. Ye Chenfeng’s intuition was usually very accurate, which could only mean that the person following him was an expert.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Chenfeng still headed toward a narrow alley in the distance. As soon as he entered the alley, he coldly said, "Is there a need for such sneaking around? Are you too ashamed to show your faces?"

"To have noticed our presence, you do have some skills. It seems Tan Shui and Lai Kang didn’t die in vain at your hands."

Three figures appeared at the entrance of the alley and slowly walked in. These three were none other than Ding Haixing, Zheng Xiuping, and Zheng Xiuyuan. After they had arrived in Capital City and located the Yes’ villa, they followed Ye Chenfeng as he left it, finally finding a chance to make their move against him.

"Tan Shui? Lai Kang? Who are you people?" Ye Chenfeng genuinely didn’t know the names of the two ancient warriors who died by his hand months earlier.

Ding Haixing said, "They were the two members of the Ancient Martial World who had assisted the Xus of Wu State, right? They were our disciples. Our sect is called the Cold Sea Pavilion, and we hold a certain status in the Ancient Martial World. Don’t think about denying it. If we weren’t one hundred percent sure you were the killer, we definitely wouldn’t have come for you. So, do you have any last words? Consider them your final testament."

"So, those are the two guys you’re talking about. They deserved their deaths, and it seems you have no intention of letting me go today either?" Ye Chenfeng’s eyes narrowed. He could feel the formidable strength of the three men before him, suspecting he might not be their match. But would they allow him to leave unscathed? At this moment, other than fighting with all his might, he had no other option. freeweɓnovel-cøm

Strike first to gain the upper hand.

Eighth Level Soul Force rolled within Ye Chenfeng’s body. His legs fiercely pushed off the ground, and he pounced toward Ding Haixing and the others like a cheetah, with an extremely swift velocity.

Zheng Xiuping and Zheng Xiuyuan, the twin brothers, said to Ding Haixing, "Brother Ding, let us handle this kid. You can just sit back and enjoy the show!"

Zheng Xiuyuan and Zheng Xiuping blocked Ye Chenfeng’s path, swinging their fists from left and right toward his temples. The whooshing of their fists made it clear how much power was contained in each punch!

Facing the fists of Zheng Xiuping and Zheng Xiuyuan, Ye Chenfeng didn’t dodge or hide but clenched his fists and swung out, ready for a direct confrontation with the brothers.

"Hmph~"

With a mind like a single blade, the twin brothers Zheng Xiuping and Zheng Xiuyuan grunted coldly in unison as their fists, unstoppable like a bamboo splitting apart, hammered toward Ye Chenfeng’s own.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two muffled sounds rang out. The moment Ye Chenfeng’s fists touched the Zheng brothers’, a numbing sensation ran up his arms; he staggered backward five or six steps before stabilizing.

Hm?

The force unleashed by Ye Chenfeng surprised the Zheng brothers as well. Although both of them were merely Lower Grade Heaven Rank, as twins, they had an extraordinary rapport. Together, their combined strength could reach the level of Middle Grade Heaven Rank.

At the moment, Ye Chenfeng’s Soul Force remained at the Eighth Level, and with his current strength, dealing with a lower-grade Heaven Rank expert from the Ancient Martial World was not a problem, but he was inadequate when facing a middle-grade one. The last time, Tan Shui had used a secret technique to boost his strength to middle-grade Heaven Rank, but there was a time limit to its use, which meant all Ye Chenfeng had to do last time was to stall for time.

But this time, that wouldn’t work. The combined attack of the Zheng brothers was equivalent to the strength of a middle-grade Heaven Rank, and Ding Haixing was still watching from the sidelines. Ye Chenfeng initially estimated that Ding Haixing’s strength wouldn’t be any less than that of the Zheng brothers combined, which made him consider avoiding their fierce attacks, marking the first time since his rebirth that he thought about retreating.

"I advise you not to think about running away. Do you really think you can escape from the palm of our hands?" Ding Haixing saw the hesitation on Ye Chenfeng’s face and taunted him.

Stirred by Ding Haixing’s reminder, Ye Chenfeng cleared his head considerably. Mere retreat was not the way of a man, and besides, retreating wouldn’t necessarily save his life. Retreat meant death, and to stand and fight was also to face death. With that in mind, Ye Chenfeng decided to cast aside thoughts of survival and throw himself wholeheartedly into a fierce fight with these three bastards.

While Ye Chenfeng was lost in his thoughts, the Zheng brothers closed in again, their palms transforming into claws, surging with momentum as they grabbed at Ye Chenfeng’s arms.

Ye Chenfeng swung his fists violently, unleashing the full extent of his power within, and the Zheng brothers’ claws caught his fists, clawing forcefully backward and leaving five deep bloody marks on both of Ye Chenfeng’s fists. Not stopping there, seizing the opportunity, the brothers’ claws transformed back into fists, hammering towards Ye Chenfeng’s chest.

Ye Chenfeng’s expression shifted, ignoring the pain on the backs of his hands, he squatted down to dodge the brothers’ fists. At the same time, he swept a leg out in a sweeping kick towards the legs of the Zheng brothers.

"Bang!"

The Zheng brothers staggered. This time Ye Chenfeng had the advantage, as they felt a numbness in their legs and took two steps back, moving out of Ye Chenfeng’s attack radius.

"You two step back. How long will it take to finish this kid off if it goes on like this? This kid actually has some skills, let me play with him," Ding Haixing began to take an interest in Ye Chenfeng.

Hearing Ding Haixing speak, the Zheng brothers reluctantly moved aside.

Although the combined attack of the Zheng brothers was equivalent to the strength of a middle-grade Heaven Rank expert, after all, they were not truly at that level. But Ding Haixing’s strength was genuinely at the middle-grade Heaven Rank, even verging on breaking through to the high-grade Heaven Rank. In other words, if Ding Haixing fought the Zheng brothers, he was confident he could send them to meet the King of Hell within five minutes.

Ding Haixing locked his gaze on Ye Chenfeng. In an instant, he appeared in front of Ye Chenfeng, and before Ye Chenfeng could react, "Bang!" Ding Haixing punched him hard in the chest. Ye Chenfeng’s body flew like a kite with its string cut, blood spraying from his mouth as he crashed into the wall of the alley.

This was truly the power of a peak middle-grade Heaven Rank expert.

Ye Chenfeng endured the pain in his body as he stood up from the ground, wiping the blood from his lips with the back of his hand. His expression grew more solemn, and he realized that even reaching the peak Eighth Level Soul Force like his previous life was still not enough. His teeth clenched tightly on his lower lip, blood oozing out. The more he faced this life-and-death situation, the more he needed to keep his head clear, or he would undoubtedly be doomed.

"To think that someone as powerful as you could emerge from the secular world truly surprises me. Had you not killed a disciple of our sect, I might have wanted to introduce you to my sect. What a pity, such a pity!" Ding Haixing sighed.

Ye Chenfeng’s breathing through his nose and mouth was erratic, his chest heaving slightly. His fists clenched tightly, his fingers digging into the palms of his hands. He couldn’t afford to admit defeat, he absolutely could not admit defeat.

Desperate situations can either destroy a person’s willpower or ignite it. For Ye Chenfeng, it was the latter. His resolve gradually hardened, his fighting spirit growing ever more intense, his momentum within climbing steadily, as his Eighth Level Soul Force reached its ultimate peak.

In that moment, one word filled Ye Chenfeng’s mind, battle! Battle! Battle! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it at Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)