Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Yang Fei glanced at Barbaric Arhat's chain-covered fist and sneered coldly.

"You're out of luck running into me."

He spoke, then unleashed the Elephant Tremor Force, throwing a booming punch toward Barbaric Arhat's fist.

Bam!

The chains around Barbaric Arhat's fist snapped inch by inch, and shattered links flew everywhere.

Barbaric Arhat himself grunted heavily, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, stumbling backward.

His eyes widened, breathing heavily, utterly astonished.

Barbaric Arhat possessed innate divine strength, having made a name for himself in the underground boxing ring with immense power.

Although not a great grandmaster, his raw power was as fearsome as a lion or wild elephant.

Even Energy Transformation Masters might not easily win over Barbaric Arhat.

Unfortunately, this time, he encountered Yang Fei.

After training in Elephant Extreme, Yang Fei's Dragon Elephant Strength was far superior to Barbaric Arhat's.

Even Yang Fei was slightly surprised.

His consolidated force could easily overpower even a Core Formation Grandmaster.

Yet, this guy, who hadn't even broken through Dark Force, could withstand a punch from him, showcasing formidable strength.

Barbaric Arhat gritted his teeth, his face full of defiant savagery, let out a furious roar, and charged again.

Yang Fei unleashed his Elephant Shocking Power once more, landing a punch on Barbaric Arhat's fist.

Bam!

It was a direct clash, but Yang Fei was unscathed.

Barbaric Arhat, however, flew like a kite with a broken string.

He bent over to get up but found one of his teeth had fallen out.

It turned out Yang Fei's Elephant Tremor Force had rattled his teeth and bones.

Yang Fei smirked slightly, looking coldly at Barbaric Arhat.

The seven or eight men behind Barbaric Arhat were all stunned by Yang Fei's divine power, none daring to step forward.

Barbaric Arhat took two difficult steps forward but then gave up.

He prided himself on his strength, but Barbaric Arhat never imagined that this pretty boy-like guy had power ten times stronger than his own.

Barbaric Arhat even suspected this guy had an ancient Baolong inside!

Seeing Barbaric Arhat reluctant to advance, Yang Fei sneered coldly.

"What, afraid to fight? Bow your head to me three times, and I'll spare you."

Barbaric Arhat indeed started feeling cowardly, being straightforward, backing down when outmatched.

However, being the top fighter of the Sanhai City underground arena, he flared up upon hearing Yang Fei's words.

"If you dare, take another punch from me."

He said, charging at Yang Fei, delivering another thundering punch targeting Yang Fei's Taiyang acupoint.

Yang Fei let out a chilly laugh, suddenly executing a Great Stone Tablet Breaking Hand, merging eight paths of Elephant Tremor Force, sweeping outward.

Barbaric Arhat couldn't withstand this blow.

He grunted, his left arm breaking with a crack.

And Yang Fei's palm directly struck Barbaric Arhat's chest.

Bam!

A muffled sound erupted, the defensive chains on Barbaric Arhat's chest shattered inch by inch, chain links embedding into his skin.

Barbaric Arhat spewed blood from his mouth, flying backward.

Yang Fei pressed on, unrelenting, catching up with Barbaric Arhat.

He wrapped his arm around Barbaric Arhat's neck, pressing down, his left knee like an iron stake, slamming harshly into Barbaric Arhat's face.

Barbaric Arhat screamed tragically, his nasal bone and molars devastated.

His head was like a smashed watermelon, blood covering his face, extremely terrifying.

Finally, Yang Fei leaped high, delivering an elbow strike to Barbaric Arhat's back.

Barbaric Arhat spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing face-first into the muddy ground.

This series of critical hits, Yang Fei didn't even use Dark Force.

Otherwise, a light palm would shatter Barbaric Arhat's internal organs, ending up like Young Master Zong.

Barbaric Arhat was malicious and deceitful.

But he was merely carrying out someone else's orders. Yang Fei didn't want to cause a casualty for him, adding more trouble for Wu Yuanzhong.

He just wanted to use Barbaric Arhat as a warning; stop letting every lousy tomato and stinking egg think they could ride over him.

Watching Barbaric Arhat crash to the ground, the remaining seven or eight guys exchanged glances.

One of the thin men suddenly pulled a packet of lime from his pocket and threw it at Yang Fei.

Then, he turned to escape, aiming to reach a monitored area to be safe.

Yang Fei originally didn't intend to trouble these accomplices.

But this guy had to sprinkle lime on him while leaving, which was extremely despicable.

Yang Fei flared up with rage.

His figure flickered, already blocking the restroom's entrance past seven or eight men.

Yang Fei's long shadow cast over the seven or eight men.

He seemed like an ancient god-demon, glaring menacingly and majestically at the men.

The men, looking at the severely injured Barbaric Arhat, and their beaten-down comrades, shivered uncontrollably.

This guy is just too fearsome to provoke.

Yang Fei waved a finger, saying blandly.

"Bow your heads three times, and I'll spare you."

The lime-throwing man hesitated, about to kneel.

Yang Fei lifted his toe to his chin, saying blandly, "You're not qualified to kneel."

The lime-throwing man, seeing Yang Fei's demon-like eyes, felt his heart freeze completely.

The remaining six or seven men exchanged looks, suddenly kneeling and kowtowing to Yang Fei.

"Master, we're just following orders, spare us, we won't dare again."

The lime-throwing man's eyes darted, seizing the moment, he turned to flee.

Yang Fei laughed aloud, advancing a step, gripping the man's back.

The lime-throwing man turned, suddenly thrusting a sharpened toothbrush handle toward Yang Fei's heart.

Yang Fei snorted, holding his wrist, twisting firmly, instantly dislocating the lime-throwing man's wrist.

Immediately, Yang Fei snatched the toothbrush handle, thrusting it into the man's own arm, directly piercing the muscle.

The lime-throwing man screamed pathetically, but Yang Fei lifted him high, spinning him like a windmill, throwing him into the trough.

In an instant, Barbaric Arhat's underground forces were decimated by Yang Fei, all severely injured.

The six or seven men scrambled out of the restroom in disgrace.

Yang Fei let out a hearty laugh, lifting the hefty Barbaric Arhat with one hand, strolling out of the restroom leisurely.

Outside the restroom, scattered prisoners gathered to watch.

Although no one dared enter, listening to the screams from outside was entertaining enough.

"Guess how that guy's doing; did Arhat wreck his ass?"

"Who knows, it's been five minutes, Barbaric Arhat hasn't come out; if that guy isn't dead, he's halfway there."

"Damn, that pretty boy looks handsome; his looks are making me drool. Once Barbaric Arhat's done, I'd like a turn too."

...

The last guy, speaking lecherously, suddenly noticed all his companions were silent.

They stared wide-eyed at something behind him, nearly popping their eyes out.

The guy, sensing trouble, turned around, his head buzzing loudly, almost fainting from fright.