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Chapter 31: The Might of Satan (2/2)

The battle came quickly and ended just as fast.

Nearly thirty thugs, armed with long swords and iron rods, surged forward. They unleashed their most vicious attacks, the gleaming blades flashing in the air, and the sweeping iron rods whipped up a whistling wind.

Ye Junlang, armed with a single staff, charged into the crowd like a tiger among sheep. He resembled a resurrected demon king Satan, transformed into the devil of hell. He plunged into the throng, striking with unmatched ferocity and power.

His attacks were extremely effective. His seemingly simple moves often contained a brutal power. He wielded his iron staff, sometimes swinging it horizontally or vertically, sometimes throwing punches, and sometimes sweeping with his legs. Every strike landed, sending one black-clad fighter after another crashing to the ground.

"Ah—"

"Click, click—"

From the moment Ye Junlang made his move, the ear-piercing screams never ceased. They rose and fell in a wave, one person howling after another.

And amidst that, there were piercing and incessant cracking sounds of bones breaking, echoing throughout the space.

Soon, figures were sprawled all over the ground, some bleeding, some with broken arms or legs. It looked like a scene from hell on earth, and Ye Junlang was a cold-blooded and merciless Satan in this bloody hell!

Ye Junlang surged in like a tide, entering a realm devoid of people. With an overwhelming momentum, he swept across all directions, leaving nothing but ruin and destruction in his wake.

During that time, he also received a few punches. However, he chose not to dodge them, as he didn't want to waste time. Anyway, those attacks landed on his body, which had already been tempered to be incredibly strong, feeling like mere scratches and causing no real harm.

Unless it is a powerful opponent of the same level, the strength of an ordinary person's fist and feet is really just tickling Ye Junlang.

Bang!

Finally, Ye Junlang swept his right leg horizontally, sending the only remaining man in black standing in the arena flying. He crashed into a table at a booth and lay motionless on the ground afterward.

Nearly thirty thugs who charged up were now all lying on the ground!

That scene was too brutal. Some people were unrecognizable, some had arms broken at a 90-degree angle, and some had broken ribs...

Ye Junlang stood alone among the crowd, like a demon, bringing only death and destruction!

The bloody killing intent emanating from him was even more chilling, and his iron-blooded and ruthless aura intimidated the entire audience, leaving everyone speechless!

"Xiao Lezi, bring me my cigarette."

Yè Jūn Làng opened his mouth and spoke, a harsh line etched across his face, devoid of any expression save for the chilling sharpness of a blade.

Ye Junlang's words pulled Shen Le out of his stunned state. He suddenly felt a weakness in his limbs. He was just a student, and facing such a bloody scene in front of him, the fact that he only had weak limbs and didn't vomit was already pretty good.

Shen Yue took a deep breath. He considered himself brave, but the scene before him was shocking and awe-inspiring. He struggled to his feet and rushed over, offering the cigarette in his hand to Ye Junlang.

Ye Junlang took the cigarette and looked at it. It was only two-thirds burned, with one-third left.

Phew!

Ye Junlang looked extremely contented and stylish, he took a puff of his cigarette, slowly exhaled it before coldly asking, "Who else wants to go up?"

When saying this, Ye Junlang's eyes were fixed on the two burly men beside Li Bao.

These two men exuded a powerful aura, their eyes gleaming with inner strength. Compared to those hired thugs, they were undoubtedly much stronger. They must be the two most trusted experts by Li Bao's side.

These two men were the two valiant generals by Li Bao's side. One was named Liu Yong, and the other was named Wang Zhan.

Then I shall have a taste of your skills!

Wang Zhan, standing on the right, opened his mouth. The fierce and calm aura emanating from him showed that he was a ruthless character who had spent years living on the edge of a blade. Even though he saw Ye Junlang's unparalleled bravery, he remained fearless.

Ye Junlang's eyes swept coldly over Wang Zhan before turning to Liu Yong. "You're not enough on your own," he said. "The two of you go together."

At these words, a hint of anger flashed across Wang Zhan and Liu Yong's faces. They had a certain reputation on the streets of Tianhai City, and therefore possessed their own dignity.

Upon hearing such a provocation, Liu Yong said, "Very well, then let us see your skills!"

Saying that, Liu Yong and Wang Zhan both stepped forward, they took positions on opposite sides, perfectly encircling Ye Junlang.

Li Bao was already so frightened that he had lost all color. He was also a ruthless figure in the underworld.

Chapter 31: The Might of Satan! (Part 2) (2/2)

He'd seen his share of bloodshed, but he'd never seen anything like this before. To see Ye Junlang take down all of his men single-handedly... that was a sight to behold.

Now, Li Bao could only place his hope on Wang Zhan and Liu Yong. He had enough confidence in these two men; they were battlefield experts who had retired from the mercenary group. He believed that with their combined efforts, they would definitely be able to restrain Ye Junlang.

By that time, he swore he would make Ye Junlang wish he were dead.

Let's begin!

Ye Junlang's voice was flat as he spoke, the cigarette in his hand already finished. He still remained on the ground.

"Roar!"

Wang Zhan and Liu Yong both roared angrily, their bodies moving with incredible speed as they charged towards Ye Junlang.

Wang Zhan instantly launched a leg, a whip kick carrying the momentum of wind and thunder, extremely violent and powerful, sweeping towards Ye Junlang. Liu Yong, however, punched, his fist style like wind, dense as rain, bombarding Ye Junlang's upper body.

Their movements were in perfect sync, their attacks already enveloping all three vital points of Ye Junlang's upper, middle, and lower body.

"That's interesting!"

Ye Junlang opened his mouth, he didn't dodge, but instead stepped forward, raising his right leg to block Wang Zhan's leg strike. At the same time, his left arm crossed to block Liu Yong's dense and rapid punches.

Ye Junlang seemed not to be in a hurry to counterattack, but instead blocked one after another. Wang Zhan and Liu Yong's attacks grew more and more fierce, but no matter how hard they tried, their full power and the most ferocious offensive couldn't force Ye Junlang back even half a step, nor could they break through his defensive moves.

To an outsider, Ye Junlang seemed to be on the defensive, with no way to fight back. But to an insider, Ye Junlang appeared calm and collected, with complete control of the situation, clearly holding the upper hand.

Wang Zhan and Liu Yong's faces had changed, they realized they had encountered a formidable opponent of unfathomable strength. They glanced at each other, suddenly they both changed their moves, switching to a series of elbow strikes.

Their arms formed a chain of strikes, their elbows moving with terrifying power, enveloping Ye Junlang from all sides.

"Alpha Special Forces' Double-Elbow Kill?"

Ye Junlang's eyes narrowed slightly, seeming somewhat surprised.

The Alpha Group is Russia's most elite and secretive special forces unit. Every soldier within its ranks possesses extraordinary skills and exhibits terrifyingly deviant hand-to-hand combat abilities.

Amongst these, this "double elbow strike" is the most widely used combat technique by Alpha Special Forces soldiers. Often, with its fierce and violent momentum, a single elbow strike can kill the opponent, achieving a one-hit kill!

"It's a pity, you have only learned the form but not the spirit. You merely have the appearance!"

Ye Junlang spoke again, launching a counterattack. He too employed both elbows, his right elbow striking horizontally to deflect Wang Zhan's attack, followed by a left elbow thrust that forced Liu Yong back.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Junlang's double elbow strike was like a whirlwind forming instantly, incredibly violent and terrifying. Each elbow attack came in an endless stream, leaving no time for Wang Zhan and Liu Yong to react. This chain of elbow strikes had already enveloped them all.

Ye Junlang's elbow strike looked similar to Wang Zhan and Liu Yong's, but it was vastly different in reality. The control of force with every elbow strike, the angle of attack, and the connection between both elbows were all completely different, resulting in a power that was worlds apart!

This is the true double-elbow strike!

Wang Zhan and Liu Yong's faces immediately contorted in terror. Under Ye Junlang's sweeping attack, they realized with horror that they had no way to parry or block it.

Finally.

Bang!

Ye Junlang's right elbow shot upwards, slamming heavily into Wang Zhan's jaw, sending him sprawling backwards with his face contorted in pain. His body lay stiffly on the ground.

Bang!

Then, another dull sound rang out. Ye Junlang's left elbow swung horizontally, slamming into Liu Yong's face, sending him spitting blood and crashing to the ground!

Such a level of opponent posed no challenge to Ye Junlang at all. If they were on a battlefield, these two would already be corpses by now.

Just now, he held back his strength, only using two or three layers of power. Otherwise, if he had attacked with all his might, Wang Zhan and Liu Yong would have been killed instantly!

>Is there anyone else?

Ye Junlang raised his eyes and looked at Li Bao, whose face was ashen. His voice was indifferent as he asked.

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