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Chapter 102: To the Strongest (Part 2)

To the Strongest (Lower)

If you hit his body, it's worth 100,000. Just one strike is enough.

However, at this moment, Ye Fan, who was completely enraged, had become a completely different person. The gangster's cleaver hadn't even reached halfway when the watermelon knife in his hand instantly slid across the man's neck. A streak of crimson blood shot out, and the gangster's movements froze instantly. His body, which was originally charging forward, fell directly due to inertia. Ye Fan darted past him, and before the second gangster could raise his blade, he instinctively thrust his watermelon knife into his lower abdomen.

"Clatter..." At this moment, a thug's machete slashed across his shoulder. It didn't pierce the bone, only breaking his skin, and crimson blood flowed out. Ye Fan glared back fiercely. The thug hadn't even had time to feel excited when he felt a pair of eyes like wild beasts staring at him. A nameless chill swept over him. Then, Ye Fan took a step forward and stood directly in front of him, landing a punch.

"Bang!" With a heavy punch, Ye Fan smashed his fist into the thug's nose. Everyone heard a sickening crack as his nasal bone shattered instantly. His body flew backward uncontrollably, crashing into the people behind him. Ye Fan had already started running, taking several steps to keep up with the thug. Just as the thug was about to land, he suddenly leaped into the air and kicked him hard in the chest.

“Crack…” The thug’s heart was kicked in by that kick, his chest caved in. The sound of his broken sternum sent a chill down the spines of all the other thugs. The unlucky thug continued to fly through the air, hitting seven or eight people before crashing to the ground with a thud. He was dead.

Ye Fan didn't even glance at him, his footsteps moved, and he continued to rush towards Lin Qiang. He struck like lightning, grabbing an thug's arm, then took another step forward, pulling his wrist with force. There was a "snap" sound from the thug's arm, as if it had been twisted into a knot by Ye Fan. The white bones were exposed, and his agonizing screams echoed throughout the night.

Next, Ye Fan let go of one thug and walked to another. With a kick, he sent the weapon from that thug's hand flying. He then grabbed the thug's hair and pulled him down. Raising his right knee suddenly, he slammed it hard into the thug's bridge of the nose. The thug's nose bone shattered instantly.

"Bang..." Another steel pipe smashed into Ye Fan's back. Ye Fan suddenly turned around, grabbed the steel pipe, and glared fiercely at the hooligan. Facing Ye Fan's terrifying eyes, the hooligan inexplicably shivered. His grip on the steel pipe loosened instinctively, and his body was about to retreat. Ye Fan had already clenched the steel pipe and swung it with all his might towards the hooligan's head.

"Bang!" A loud thud as the steel pipe slammed heavily against the man's head. His skull shattered like a watermelon hit by an iron rod, a gruesome mix of white brain matter and bright red blood splattering everywhere.

Several thugs who were about to rush forward saw this scene and were terrified. They had hacked people before, some even killed, but they had never seen anyone's head smashed like this. Some of the thugs couldn't help but drop their weapons and vomit from covering their stomachs.

Ye Fan seized the opportunity and swiftly rushed toward Lin Qiang. Seeing Ye Fan charging towards him, Lin Qiang was already terrified, his face pale as he retreated while frantically shouting: "Stop... Zhú Hu, stop Zhú Hu..."

But at this time, these hoodlums had already been scared out of their wits by Ye Fan. Seeing Ye Fan charging towards them like a demon god, who would dare to intercept him In an instant, they all scattered in two directions. Ye Fan almost didn't have to exert himself and had already arrived in front of Lin Qiang.

Seeing this fellow who kept getting himself into trouble over and over again, Ye Fan grabbed his collar and slapped him across the face.

With a crisp sound, five clear fingerprints appeared on Lin Qiang's face instantly. Then another slap flew out, and five more fingerprints appeared on the other side of his face. Soon, his whole face swelled up. However, Ye Fan was not appeased at all. He suddenly clenched his fist and smashed it into his nose bridge. His nose bridge also shattered instantly, and bright red blood sprayed out. Ye Fan's knuckles also felt a sharp pain, but he seemed oblivious. He grabbed Lin Qiang's arm, pulling him back from his inertia to fly away. Then he twisted it with force.

"Crack..." With a sound, Lin Qiang's left arm was twisted off directly. The white bones pierced out from the flesh, looking terribly frightening.

"Ah…" A mournful cry came from Lin Qiang's mouth, and his body involuntarily knelt down. Ye Fan, however, suddenly raised his right knee and delivered another powerful knee strike to Lin Qiang's lips. Lin Qiang's teeth were shattered by Ye Fan's blow, pieces of them falling out with a clatter, some even getting stuck in his mouth.

And his body also fell backward, heavily crashing to the ground. Yet Ye Fan grabbed his left foot, then lifted it upward, followed by a twist, and another series of bone-shattering sounds, along with Lin Qiang's excruciating scream that couldn't be more agonizing. At this moment, even if Lin Qiang were dead, he couldn't feel any worse. The excruciating pain from his arms, nose bridge, and calves made him faint only to wake up again in agony.

With Lin Qiang disabled by his own hands, Ye Fan's anger seemed to ease slightly. He allowed Lin Qiang to lie before him, straightened up, and continued to breathe heavily, gasping for air. After landing several fatal blows in a row, he was exhausted as well, but at this moment, no one dared to step forward and fight desperately.

What about ten million dollars What about being Jun Shao's direct subordinate If you don't even have your life, what else matters

At that moment, the scene was surprisingly silent. Besides Lin Qiang's pained cries, even the other injured soldiers had their mouths shut, their eyes wide with shock as they stared at Ye Fan...

Can he really just be a college student How can he fight so fiercely, even more ruthlessly than we do

ps: Two chapters today, I fell asleep last night, I'm really sorry... Total 496090, created at 2013-9-30 demeanor. A slight curve appeared on his lips.Qian Mian Zhenjun looked at this woman who suddenly appeared and poured wine, his heart sank. He coldly said: “If I’m not mistaken, you must be the Black...