At the gate of the villa, as Chen Yongnian’s voice faded, dozens of Chen Family guards and bodyguards immediately surrounded Yang Fei.
Among them, a few had fierce light flickering in their eyes, itching to take action.
They were only waiting for the bosses to speak, and they would kill Yang Fei on the spot.
Yang Fei, encircled by the group, remained utterly calm, saying to Chen Yongnian, "I could save you yesterday, and today, I can kill you."
Chen Yongnian’s face turned red.
Killing his own lifesaver in front of everyone made him feel that it would damage his reputation.
However, after catching a glimpse of his grandson’s corpse and recalling the few words his younger son had just whispered in his ear, the intent to kill quickly gained the upper hand as he coldly said to Yang Fei, "Don’t worry, I will leave you an intact corpse and bury you generously, as a way to repay your lifesaving grace."
Yang Fei let out a laugh.
Chen Hongbo, already impatient, roared, "Kill him!"
Chen Hongjin coughed, "Make it quick for him."
By Chen Hongjin’s side, a young man dressed in a black t-shirt darted out, staring at Yang Fei, "Kid, dying by my hands, Feng Dali, is an honor for you."
Feng Dali was a fierce fighter by Chen Hongjin’s side, even stronger than Zhou Pan, with a formidable reputation on Binhai Road.
Seeing him take the matter into his own hands, the others from the Chen Family stood still.
To everyone’s perspective, with Feng Dali stepping in, Yang Fei’s death was certain.
The only person who hadn’t left the Mercedes-Benz van, Zhou Pan, had a cruel, cold smile on his face.
Feng Dali might be slightly stronger than himself, but it would take him dozens of moves to win against him.
Yet this kid named Yang Fei had crushed him.
Feng Dali actually dared to underestimate his opponent; he was practically seeking death!
Yang Fei didn’t even spare Feng Dali a glance, instead, he turned to Chen Yongnian, "Tell me who really wants to kill me behind the scenes."
Before Chen Yongnian could reply, Feng Dali burst into a thunderous fury, "Bastard, how dare you ignore me, you’re courting death!"
As he spoke, he had already pounced toward Yang Fei.
With movements as swift as a released rabbit, he instantly arrived in front of Yang Fei, his hand wielding a sharp dagger that he ferociously slashed towards Yang Fei’s neck.
Yang Fei raised his hand, catching Feng Dali’s wrist with incredible precision and twisting it sharply.
Blood splattered out.
Yang Fei sidestepped to avoid it, but still a drop of blood splashed onto his collar.
Feng Dali’s eyeballs bulged, looking at Yang Fei with utter horror, hands clutching his neck as blood spurted out through his fingers.
It seemed he wanted to say something, but all that came out of his mouth were wretched sounds.
Unable to catch his breath, Feng Dali collapsed to the ground, his body twitching for a few moments before he breathed his last.
It may sound like a long story, but in reality, from Feng Dali’s attack to his demise, everything happened in an instant.
By the time Feng Dali fell to the ground, the vast majority of people had just come to their senses.
Only Chen Yongnian and three individuals close to Chen Hongjin had a look of horror on their faces and stared solemnly at Yang Fei. Official source is novel(ꜰ)ire.net
These three were genuine martial arts experts, all practitioners of the dark energy of martial artists.
But even they had not been able to fully discern Yang Fei’s swift counter-attack just now.
The group of Chen Family guards and bodyguards surrounding Yang Fei couldn’t help but retreat a few steps back involuntarily.
Chen Hongjin’s pupils shrank as he stared intently at Yang Fei, "No wonder you are so confident. I didn’t expect you to be a practitioner. Kid, we underestimated you before, but today is your unlucky day. Several masters from my Chen Family are present, and you must die! He Qian, He Kun, both of you go at once."
Two middle-aged men in their thirties strode forward, blocking Yang Fei’s path.
These two men had a restrained and stable aura, both true martial artists who had mastered dark energy.
They could kill a martial artist at the peak of external strength like Feng Dali, but it was difficult to do so instantly.
The brothers looked at Yang Fei with solemn expressions and slightly parted ways, forming a surrounding stance.
Clearly, Feng Dali’s death had made them take Yang Fei very seriously.
Yang Fei looked at the He Kun and He Qian brothers and slowly shook his head, raising his finger towards the old man dressed in practice clothes standing beside Chen Yongnian, and said indifferently, "You should come at me as well, to avoid wasting time."
The pupils of the old man beside Chen Yongnian shrank slightly, and he burst into laughter, shaking his head as he said, "Young man, you are ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, you are not qualified enough to make me take action."
His name was Luu Meng, and he had followed Chen Yongnian for many years, the most formidable expert of the Chen Family.
Yang Fei’s performance had surprised him, but that was all. He had observed carefully and had not detected any fluctuations of inner energy from Yang Fei.
Obviously, this youngster had not yet cultivated Inner Strength, and had merely brought his external strength to the extreme, specializing in life-and-death combat.
It was Feng Dali who had been careless before.
Now that the He Kun and He Qian brothers were joining forces, they were more than capable of suppressing him.
Upon hearing Luu Meng’s words, Chen Yongnian, Chen Hongjin, and his son Chen Hongbo, who had been intimidated by Yang Fei’s instant killing of Feng Dali, all breathed a sigh of relief and regained their composure.
As long as they had this expert from their family, there would be no chaos.
"Stop talking nonsense, kill him!" Chen Hongbo ordered loudly.
The whistling of forceful winds filled the air.
He Kun and He Qian moved at the same time.
One attacked the upper body, and the other the lower body, employing a Combined Attack Technique.
Yang Fei didn’t dodge; instead, he abruptly stepped forward.
His step landed between the He Kun and He Qian brothers, his hands moved like lightning, one hand gripping He Kun’s right wrist, swinging it around in a circle.
At the same time, his body rotated, avoiding He Kun’s attack to his lower body, his left hand formed a claw, grabbing onto He Kun’s shoulder, then swung him back with a reverse motion.
Then, the crowd around them witnessed the following scene.
He Kun and He Qian were flung into the air, spinning three hundred and sixty degrees before crashing hard onto the ground.
The sound of two heavy impacts overlapped.
Yang Fei released his hands.
After their bodies hit the ground and bounced, the brothers spat out blood violently, bleeding from seven orifices, and died on the spot.
It was another instant kill!
And a double kill at that!
Every move Yang Fei made seemed casual and effortless, yet every time he claimed living lives.
At that moment, everyone looking at the young man with a calm face at the center of the arena felt a deep fear in their hearts.
It was too terrifying!
This lad was like a cold-blooded killing machine. When he struck, it was a killing move, without any fanciness to speak of.
Martial arts are not about fancy boxing or embroidery kicks; they are not for show. They are killing techniques!
Looking at the lifeless bodies of He Kun and He Qian, Chen Hongjin was trembling, the relaxation he had just felt was replaced again with tension.
Chen Hongbo was stunned, his face in disbelief.
Chen Yongnian took a deep breath, turned to his old friend Luu Meng, who had accompanied him for many years, opened his mouth, and difficulty uttered five words, "Did you... misjudge him?"
At that moment, everyone lost their composure.
Luu Meng’s throat moved a few times, and he suddenly stepped forward, clasping his hands toward Yang Fei, "I am Luu Meng from the Eight Diagrams Sect. May I know, young brother, who is the esteemed master from whom you learned?"