NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1022: Desperado
The two new prisoners were punished by Liu Laosi to stand quietly, as silent as two wooden stakes.
Time passed by slowly, and the indifferent man suddenly turned around.
Under the night sky, his eyes gleamed with a vicious intent to kill.
He gestured to the bald strong man.
The bald strong man nodded and pulled a metal ball from his waist.
The big man gave a gentle tug, and the metal ball immediately unraveled into a thin strand of metal.
In an instant, the metal strand in the bald strong man's hand transformed into a metal garrote as thick as a little finger.
He quietly tiptoed towards Yang Fei.
By the faint light outside the hallway, Yang Fei's face appeared very calm.
He muttered softly, as if deeply asleep.
The bald strong man shook the metal garrote, forming a noose, and gently aimed it at Yang Fei's neck.
As long as the noose caught him, the slipknot would tighten evermore, ensuring even a Daluo Golden Immortal could not survive.
The indifferent man stood by, fully vigilant, a stream of Essence Qi shooting straight to the roof, glaring fiercely.
The bald strong man held his breath, just as the noose reached Yang Fei's neck, Yang Fei's eyes suddenly opened.
He yawned and glanced sideways at the big man.
"What the hell are you doing, trying to hang me?"
The big man, knowing his plans had been exposed, suddenly roared and recklessly tried to loop the noose around Yang Fei's neck.
Yang Fei grasped his wrist as effortlessly as catching a fly, his gaze still cold and unyielding.
The big man exerted all his strength, his arm muscles crackling, desperately trying to withdraw his hand.
But no matter how hard he tried, his arm was motionless in Yang Fei's grip, as solid as iron.
The man beside him roared like a tiger, charging forward in a single stride, aiming a palm at Yang Fei's temple.
His palm strike appeared silent, yet as it neared, Yang Fei's temple skin twitched continuously.
A sinister and vicious force shifted through his hand, rushing towards Yang Fei's head.
Yang Fei tilted his head, narrowly dodging the blow.
The man's palm landed on the metal bed frame, producing a hissing sound as countless pinhole-sized holes appeared in the steel pipes of the frame.
The structure creaked, collapsing halfway.
Yang Fei then delivered a palm strike to the bald man's chest.
The burly man's body was sent crashing away by the force of Yang Fei's strike.
Seizing the opportunity, Yang Fei snatched the metal garrote.
On the bed, Liu Laosi awoke in shock upon witnessing the terrifying scene.
He gasped in horror but immediately clamped his mouth shut.
Liu Laosi was considered unlucky, provoking two top-notch masters in succession.
Who would've thought that the two seemingly passive fellows he bullied were so frightening?
He tightly covered his mouth, fearing the two fiends would easily take his life with a light touch.
Yang Fei's pupils contracted, realizing this fellow was skilled in Internal Sect Boxing, and his Dark Force was astoundingly powerful.
If someone were injured, it would be catastrophic!
The bald strong man, knocked back by Yang Fei's palm, blood gushing from his mouth didn't care, furiously charging again.
His fists and kicks were like thunder, their power remarkable.
Meanwhile, the indifferent man also rushed at him, his sinister palm technique silently aimed at Yang Fei's left rib.
Yang Fei sat firmly on the bed, not bothering to rise, and with a swish, directed the garrote straight at the big man's eyes.
Simultaneously, his left foot kicked out, colliding with the indifferent man's palm with a resounding thud.
The indifferent man felt Yang Fei's foot, akin to an elephant's hoof, overwhelming and unstoppable.
He staggered back, his internal organs stinging with pain, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The metal garrote, infused with the Qi of Origin Core by Yang Fei, was akin to a sharp spear.
The metal garrote pierced through the air, aimed directly at the bald man's eyes.
The big man felt a chilling flash before his eyes, an icy threat looming.
Knowing things were bad, he raised his large, fan-like hand to block Yang Fei's metal garrote.
Swish!
The big man's heavily calloused palm was impaled by the garrote, blood splattering everywhere.
The big man screamed in pain, retreating rapidly once more.
Clutching his bloody hand, his eyes bulging like ox's eyes, glared menacingly at Yang Fei.
On the other side, the indifferent man clutched his chest, gasping for breath, blood trickling from his mouth.
At that moment, Yang Fei sat defiantly on the bed, too idle to rise.
He sneered coldly, "Of the Four Great Gates, which one do you belong to?"
The indifferent man remained silent, while the bald strong man viciously spoke.
"You've offended the Four Gates, don't dream of leaving here alive, prepare to die."
As he spoke, his fist smashed through the air, lunging again towards Yang Fei.
Simultaneously, the indifferent man's sinister palm power silently crashed towards Yang Fei.
Faced with their violent fury, Yang Fei warded off their attacks with ease, his technique intricate, the Qi of Origin Core endless, guarding flawlessly.
The faint light from the hallway shone inside, casting the shadows of the three, flickering and shifting rapidly.
The fierce battle awakened the other five people in the cell.
Each was frightened out of their wits, trembling in their beds, too afraid to move.
Faced with such deadly Mortal World vendettas, ordinary people would be pulverized if caught in the conflict, leaving them terrified.
The bald strong man, determined, unleashed his Great Strength Vajra Fist, like a raging storm, overwhelmingly powerful, the force reminiscent of wind and rain, scattering everywhere.
The indifferent man remained silent, his fist like a venomous snake, sinister and deadly, impossible to guard against.
Yet, even as the two masters used all their might, they couldn't force Yang Fei to stand.
He even used just one hand to fend and counter, the palm wind sometimes fierce, sometimes sinister, leaving them breathless.
Gradually, both the bald man and the indifferent man felt Yang Fei's palm technique grow increasingly dense.
His moves were continuous and sticky.
The two seemed to be sinking into an unfathomable quagmire, the more effort they exerted, the deeper they sank.
As if trapped in a forest of briars and brambles, every move was restrained, making attacks laborious.
After several rounds, Yang Fei, having discerned their fighting patterns, grew impatient.
Suddenly, he stood up, shouting loudly, a thunderous bang accompanying his palm strike to the indifferent man's chest.
The indifferent man felt a mountain-like force surging over, causing his breath to quicken, instinctively wanting to retreat.
But at that moment, Yang Fei activated the Martial Arts Energy Field, an invisible power binding the indifferent man's body.
Alarmed, he could only burn his Essence Qi desperately, blocking Yang Fei's mountain-splitting blow.
Bam!
The next second, the indifferent man was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.
He hit the iron door with a dull thud, spewing blood before collapsing limply, unconscious.
The bald strong man was shocked.
Yet, a desperado he was, despite Yang Fei's prowess, he shouted and charged again, fists whistling through the air.