Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God-Chapter 513: Han Feng is defeated!

"Hmph!" Ye Ling saw this scene, the muscles at the corner of his eye twitched slightly, he cursed in a low voice, and then clenched his fist and went straight to meet him.

"Bang!" Fists collided, Ye Ling and Han Feng each took three or four steps back, then stabilized their stances.

In Han Feng's eyes flickered a mad light, he glared at Ye Ling with clenched teeth, not bothering to conceal the murderous intent in his gaze.

That punch just now had been without reservation on Han Feng's part, but what he had never anticipated was Ye Ling's ability to withstand it with his physical body alone.

But in reality, Ye Ling was not in a good state; despite appearing relaxed and at ease on the surface, the moment he made contact with Han Feng.

Ye Ling's body was already numb from the shock, and it felt as if his internal organs were about to explode.

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Nevertheless, Ye Ling bore the pain desperately; he wanted to show Han Feng through his actions that he was not someone to be trifled with, and today he would surely make Han Feng pay the price!

"Kid, face your death!" Han Feng's eyes turned blood-red, he bellowed again and charged toward Ye Ling.

His figure was like lightning, reaching Ye Ling in a blink of an eye.

A fierce light flashed in Ye Ling's eyes, and with a powerful stamp of his right foot, he shot toward Han Feng like a cannonball.

His kick was powerful and heavy, carrying a tremendous force that directly struck Han Feng's chest, sending Han Feng flying backward.

"Boom!"

Han Feng's body slammed heavily onto the ground; a sweetness in his mouth as blood spurted forth, staining his clothes red.

This time, Han Feng did not get up but held his violently trembling chest, his face full of shock.

He could not believe that he had been defeated by an ordinary young man. How could this be possible?

And now his chest felt as if it were on fire, the intense pain almost causing him to faint.

"Cough cough!" Han Feng coughed violently, his cheeks pale, the blood at the corner of his mouth growing more abundant, dripping down from his lips.

Seeing this, almost everyone present was stunned; no one had expected the ever-arrogant Han Feng to be defeated by an ordinary young man.

"Damn, Han Feng has lost!"

"Holy shit, how is this possible?!"

"Han Feng is a cultivator, yet he has been defeated by a common man. Isn't that a bit too exaggerated?"

"Yeah, I'm starting to wonder if I'm dreaming!"

"I'm screwed! I bet everything on Han Feng, and now I've lost even my underpants!"

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The crowd was dumbfounded, looking at Han Feng lying severely injured on the stage, unable to believe what they were seeing, for in their minds, Han Feng was an incredibly formidable individual.

And this individual had been defeated by an ordinary young man—what was going on?

Could it be that this person named Ye Ling was a masterful expert keeping a low profile?

Laypeople enjoy the show, experts observe the technique. While others might not know Ye Ling's methods, those who had participated in the boxing matches knew them all too well.

They understood very clearly that Ye Ling's victory over Han Feng was no fluke, but rather that Ye Ling's strength was indeed overpowering, a fact that was beyond any doubt!

Lying on the ground, Han Feng was filled with regret. He could never have imagined that he would lose to a seemingly ordinary young man.

Though his pride was hurt, Han Feng had no recourse. He knew that he had been defeated, defeated by Ye Ling's hands.

Ye Ling walked slowly towards Han Feng, his heavy footfalls echoing like muffled thunder, incessantly pounding in Han Feng's ears.

"Kid, what do you think you're doing?" Seeing Ye Ling approaching, Han Feng couldn't help but retreat a step, bellowing in panic.

Ye Ling didn't respond to Han Feng's words. Instead, he continued to press forward, causing Han Feng's complexion to change drastically.

"Kid, stop right there, or don't blame me for being rude to you!" As Ye Ling got closer, Han Feng's expression turned incredibly dark, and he shouted through gritted teeth.

However, Ye Ling didn't show the slightest reaction; he even raised his fist.

Seeing this, Han Feng's heart trembled, and a deep chill ran from his spine to his soles.

"Black Demon, I, I admi..." But before he could finish the sentence, Ye Ling's punch thundered towards his throat, silencing Han Feng's remaining words.

With one punch, Ye Ling pierced through Han Feng's throat, blood spurted out fiercely, Han Feng's eyes widened loomed with shock and unwillingness, and slowly, he closed his eyes.

Han Feng was dead!

All the spectators on-site were stunned, and a chill crept into their hearts.

Ruthless and determined, decisively lethal—this was everyone's assessment of Ye Ling!

In front of a towering building's floor-to-ceiling window, a person wearing a mask stood silently observing the scene, a graceful curve forming beneath the mask at the corner of his mouth.

"Hehe, interesting..."

Just then, a beautiful woman sashayed onto the stage with a swaying figure, revealing a charming and enchanting face, immediately drawing whistles from the audience below.

The beautiful woman smiled and slowly began, "Congratulations to everyone for passing the third challenge, each of you will receive a reward of five million!"

Including Ye Ling, the expressions of the eleven contestants remained utterly unrippled.

In their eyes, five million was almost like a drop in the ocean, hardly worth their concern.

"Ye Ling, I declare that you will become tonight's brightest new star. Your success will completely rewrite your glorious history!" The beautiful woman scanned the audience once more, then turned and walked towards Ye Ling, smiling coyly as she spoke.

Hearing the beautiful woman's words, Ye Ling's eyebrows immediately knitted together, a surge of anger rising in his heart. Was this beautiful woman intentionally targeting him?

By doing this, she would turn the focus of those present against Ye Ling!

Indeed, once the beautiful woman's words fell, everyone in the audience set their sights on Ye Ling, each look thick with hostility.

"Hmph, utterly delusional. Even if you could defeat Han Feng, so what? You can't possibly win against these old foxes; they are all seasoned cultivator masters. You think you can compete with them?"

A shrill and grating voice suddenly came from afar, filled with thick sarcasm and mockery.

Whoosh!

All eyes immediately shifted in unison, landing on a blue-robed middle-aged man nearby, who was thin, sleazy-looking, with eyes nearly squinted into slits.