To the Strongest (Part 2)

changed dramatically, staring incredulously at an exit ahead. 。Having sat in the driver's seat, Ye Fan had already discovered the situation. 。He just smiled faintly, then took a cigarette from his cas...Chapter 1:

Section 101: The Strongest (Part 2)

To the Strongest (Chinese)

(1) Feeling a bone-chilling cold behind him, Ye Fan suddenly took a step forward. As he stepped out, his body turned in an instant. The dagger that was originally aimed at his heart now brushed past his chest. The thug was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Ye Fan to dodge his strike. He was about to draw back and slash at Ye Fan's chest, but Ye Fan had already acted like lightning. He grabbed the thug's wrist with one hand and twisted it with force. The man cried out in pain, his grip on the dagger loosened, and the blade fell downwards. Ye Fan caught it with his other hand and, in a swift counter-attack, stabbed the thug's shoulder!

"Ugh!" With a yell, Ye Fan's dagger directly pierced into the man's shoulder. A blood arrow shot out instantly. The man let out a painful scream, and then Ye Fan suddenly pulled out the dagger, stabbing it straight into his mouth. It didn't penetrate too deep, but was stuck in his gums. With a forceful slash, a deep gash appeared on his gums, oozing bright red blood, even chipping away several teeth.

"Ah...ot! A pathetic cry escaped from his lips, the pain coming from his gums magnified several times over. The entire person fainted from the agony, and Ye Fan had already released him, facing another thug.

This time, before the thug could make a move, Ye Fan's dagger was already plunged into his shoulder. He then kicked him away, but as the man flew out, he effortlessly pulled the dagger back.

The man's body collided with several of his companions in succession, but several gangsters once again came to Ye Fan's back. Three steel pipes and two machetes were almost all directed at Ye Fan's body. Ye Fan swayed his body, dodging the two machetes, but his body was hit by two steel pipes one after another. "Bang! Bang!" A sound rang out, and bones also transmitted a sharp pain. Although Ye Fan was furious, he didn't immediately attack the two men wielding steel pipes, but instead rushed directly towards the two men wielding machetes. The dagger in his hand was like the scythe of death, instantly slashing towards one person's eyes. The man was greatly surprised and instinctively raised his hands to block. Ye Fan changed into a piercing motion, stabbing a knife into the man's palm. The machete in the man's hand also fell accordingly and was grabbed by Ye Fan. Then, he swung the machete back and slashed at the other man. At this time, the gangster happened to be wielding a machete towards Ye Fan. Ye Fan flicked the machete in his hand, and it met the opponent's blade. A crisp "clanging" sound echoed in the air—the sound of weapons colliding. Then, Ye Fan's machete seemed to have an attraction, sucking the opponent's blade, sliding directly down, instantly slashing at his finger with lightning speed, severing his finger!

"Ah..." A cry of pain came from the man's mouth, and the machete in his hand also fell to the ground with a "whoosh". Ye Fan raised his leg and kicked it away, then rushed towards another thug...

One, two, three……

People kept falling, their mouths filled with cries of agony. After more than ten minutes, over twenty people lay on the ground(3), completely out of combat. Ye Fan also had some wounds on his body, but luckily he dodged all vital points. These wounds weren't fatal.

He still held a machete in his hand, this was already the several he had taken from others, and heavy breaths escaped his lips. After all, chopping down dozens of people in a row took a lot of energy.

The thugs surrounding them, including Lin Qiang, all showed expressions of terror. They never expected Ye Fan to be so terrifying. He single-handedly knocked down over twenty people, and dozens more suffered minor injuries. Out of the over a hundred men they brought, more than half were injured. And that man Besides a few inconspicuous wounds, he didn't suffer any other harm Could they possibly defeat such a person

Many people were already stunned by Ye Fan's strength. They were all street toughs, the lowest-ranking members of the Nanyong Gang. You could say they weren't even official members of the Nanyong Gang. On a daily basis, they followed those big brothers and, relying on their numbers, bullied some small vendors, collecting protection money, and occasionally fighting with other small gangs. However, there weren't many injured people. But now, they had been seriously injured by one person

Seeing those comrades lying on the ground, screaming in agony, fear flashed in many eyes.

Shall I continue

"What are you still standing there for He's already finished, whoever can take him down will get a cash reward of one hundred thousand and be qualified to become Jun Shao's direct subordinate…" Seeing that the gangsters around him were hesitant, Lin Qiang shouted loudly. If he didn't encourage them again, perhaps so many people would be driven back by this man single-handedly.

When Lin Qiang roared like that, many of the hoodlums who had already begun to retreat suddenly perked up. Ten thousand yuan All they needed to do was chop him up to get ten thousand yuan! Ten thousand yuan would be enough for them to live it up for a long time, even go to those high-end bars and find some top-notch girls to play with. Moreover, they could become Jun Shao's direct subordinate. Who is Jun Shao He is the third young master of the Nalong Gang. Becoming his direct subordinate meant following Jun Ge around to eat, drink, and have fun without having to do anything at all.

Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how could they let it go

“Kill…” Someone shouted, and the thugs who had already retreated charged at Ye Fan again as if they had been injected with chicken blood. No matter how strong this guy was, he was just one person. Could he possibly beat all of them

Seeing these hooligans, who were already afraid, rush over again under Lin Qiang's instigation, a cold killing intent appeared in Ye Fan's eyes. Even until now, he was being lenient with them, mainly because he didn't want to go on a killing spree and cause too much of an uproar. However, these people were recklessly charging forward, so don't blame him for it.

"You're asking for death! Don't blame me..." Ye Fan was completely enraged at this moment. His gaze locked onto Lin Qiang behind the crowd, and he charged forward with his watermelon knife clenched in his hand...

A hooligan charged the fastest, with three or four others flanking him. With so many brothers by his side, he was much braver. As he neared Ye Fan, this hooligan wielding a cleaver swung without mercy, aiming for Ye Fan...

A total of 4,960,90, established on September 30, 2013.got what he deserved. He begged me to chop off his hands himself. Can you blame me And Xia Guanghe, he forced me to use that sword. I originally only wanted to cripple him, but who knew, he went senil...