At that moment, the third person’s punch was closing in on Ye Luo, and in the next second, it would have struck him, but Ye Luo’s mouth curved slightly as he bizarrely dodged the punch with a swift movement. He then launched an elbow strike that hit the man behind him square in the chest, causing him to kneel on the ground in pain.

Watching Ye Luo easily take down his three trusted subordinates, the bald man’s eyes narrowed, a look of surprise flickering across his face. Even Yan Ling’s gaze held a trace of unusual interest as she watched Ye Luo.

Then, Ye Luo walked toward the bald man.

"What... what do you want to do?"

At this time, a corpulent man with sideburns looked at Ye Luo with a trace of fear in his eyes.

Without paying any heed to the man’s words, Ye Luo approached the bald man, his lips curving into a smile, "You just said you don’t like people standing while talking to you, didn’t you?"

"That’s right," the bald man coldly huffed.

"Good, as it happens, I also don’t like people sitting down when they talk to me."

Ye Luo’s eyes focused as he suddenly lashed out with a sweeping leg kick, striking the bald man’s barstool and instantly snapping the steel-made chair in half, while the bald man himself swiftly dodged to one side, his eyes glaring coldly at Ye Luo.

"Now that’s better, we’re both standing."

Ye Luo clapped his hands and said with a smile.

"You’re courting death!"

The bald man was utterly enraged, his body radiating an ominous aura. His fists clenched, and his muscles made crackling sounds as his bones echoed in chorus, unleashing a fierce momentum.

Boom!

In an instant, the bald man lunged at Ye Luo with a clenched punch, his large fist the size of a casserole hurtling toward Ye Luo.

The terrifying punch carried more violent strength than those of the previous three, disturbing the air and releasing a fearsome burst of energy.

"Be careful!"

Yan Ling, standing to the side, changed color, shouting a warning to Ye Luo with a look of deep concern in her eyes.

But Ye Luo appeared unconcerned, his gaze examining the charging bald man, he said dismissively, "Nice punch strength. It looks like you’re a Shaolin monk."

"But that’s not enough!"

Ye Luo’s eyes intensified, and just as the man’s fist was mere centimeters from his head, his right hand lashed out with lightning speed, grabbing firmly onto the fist and stopping it from advancing any further.

The bald man stared as Ye Luo blocked his punch with one hand, his face darkening. He concentrated his qi in his Dantian, his body’s strength surging out, and an explosive force burst forth from his fist.

Ye Luo took a small step back, a glint of brilliance in his eyes as he waved the hand holding the opponent’s fist, pushing the man back three steps.

However, before he could steady himself, the bald man leapt up again, sweeping out a kick toward Ye Luo, with a fierce whistling leg wind.

Ye Luo dodged with a flash, striking out with one hand and hitting the man’s shin, which sounded like metal clashing, a resonant ring echoing.

"The Shaolin Temple’s ’Iron Shirt’ is indeed well practiced," said Ye Luo while attacking, not forgetting to offer his commentary, which only further incited the bald man’s rage.

For a time, the opponent’s attacks grew even more ferocious, combining punches and kicks, all aiming lethal and vicious blows toward Ye Luo.

The bar was filled with the powerful gusts of wind and qi from their exchange. Fortunately, there was enough open space in the middle of the bar; otherwise, the fight could have caused significant damage.

But facing the bald man’s formidable assault, Ye Luo showed no fear. He dodged each attack at the critical moment, rendering the man’s strikes ineffective.

After dozens of strikes, none managed to hit Ye Luo, who seemed to preempt the trajectory of each attack.

The reason Ye Luo could do this was naturally because his Clairvoyant Eye was activated, allowing him to foresee the path of the opponent’s moves in advance and dodge accordingly.

"Alright, we’ve fought long enough. It’s my turn to make a move, only then will it be fair."

Ye Luo said with a smile on his face. His eyes suddenly sharpened, and his whole demeanor changed, radiating an incredibly fierce aura.

Roar!

With a low roar, Ye Luo took a step forward and his figure blurred into a series of afterimages, appearing right in front of the bald man. He swung a seemingly effortless punch.

To the naked eye, this punch didn’t seem to carry any force, as if it were just a normal punch. But when the bald man caught Ye Luo’s punch, his expression changed drastically.

An astonishing strength exploded from the punch, several times that of the bald man’s, immediately forcing him to stumble backward uncontrollably as his Blood Qi roiled within him.

Ye Luo stepped forward again and swung another punch. This time the bald man failed to block it, and his body crashed into a wall of the bar, slumping to the ground, coughing up blood.

"Boss!"

The faces of the men in black standing around them all changed dramatically. They rushed over to help the bald man up, while at the same time, they all drew their weapons and pointed them at Ye Luo.

"It seems like you all want to lie on the ground as well," Ye Luo commented indifferently.

Guang Liang, who was the bald man, waved his hand, signaling his men to lower their weapons. His eyes sparkled with a strange light as he watched Ye Luo.

"Kid, who are you?"

"Me? I’m just a model citizen."

Hearing Ye Luo’s words, Guang Liang’s mouth twitched and he squinted at Ye Luo, saying, "Kid, you’ve got the best of me this time. Let’s hope we meet again."

After saying that, the guy was about to leave. He had already realized that he was no match for Ye Luo in terms of strength, and there was no point in staying and continuing to be humiliated.

"Hold on!"

However, at this moment, Ye Luo called out.

"You’re not thinking of fighting some more, are you?" Guang Liang turned around, looking somewhat ugly.

"Of course not. I remember you crushed a glass in this bar just now. Shouldn’t you make some compensation?"

Ye Luo smiled slyly at him.

"That... let’s just forget about it, Ye Luo," interjected Yan Ling.

"Sister Yan, how can that be right? If you break something, you should compensate. I believe this big brother here won’t feel right until he pays for it, right, brother?"

Guang Liang’s eyes flickered with a sinister look, and he took a deep breath before saying, "Fine, how much do you want?"

Ye Luo waved his hand and flashed three fingers.

"Alright, thirty!"

"No, no, no!" Ye Luo shook his head vigorously.

"Three hundred?"

Guang Liang said gloomily. What kind of glass costs three hundred?

"You got it wrong. It’s thirty thousand!" Ye Luo corrected.

The bald man immediately roared, "What the hell? Thirty thousand for a glass? Is it made of gold?"