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Moreover, the other party seemed completely unscathed. That was impossible, absolutely impossible.

At this moment, nobody was more shocked than Large Cleaver; he knew his own strength better than anyone. If his strongest move had been easily caught by the opponent, then there was no way he could defeat him.

Now, he began to believe what Su Qingqing had just said: the refined-looking man before him was not someone he could handle.

Watching from the sidelines, Su Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief. She had been worried that Lin Yifan wouldn't be able to withstand Large Cleaver's attack; indeed, she had underestimated Lin Yifan's abilities.

Looking at Large Cleaver's astonished face, Lin Yifan sneered and pushed the baseball bat back, then disdainfully said, "Still not enough, come on!"

"You..." Large Cleaver was infuriated. No one had ever looked down on him like this. Now a prominent figure in Xiguan Village, being publicly despised like this was extremely humiliating.

To retrieve his lost face and win back Su Qingqing, he erupted with unprecedented power. He clenched the stick once more and roared, "Die!"

It's said that people who are extremely angry can unleash terrifying power; it was true when Large Cleaver swung his stick with 30% more force than before, creating a howling wind, which was extraordinary.

When everyone thought Lin Yifan would go all out, he still casually lifted his hand and gently caught the stick Large Cleaver swung down.

"Bang!"

Still as effortless as before, still as unbelievable.

The entire crowd was petrified once again, never expecting such an outcome.

"Is that all the strength your strongest strike has? Hmph! Go back and train for a couple more years before you try to settle scores with me," Lin Yifan coldly taunted and pushed the baseball bat away.

He didn't strike back at Large Cleaver, as he was giving Su Qingqing face; after all, the man had once helped Su Qingqing, though with ulterior motives, but at least he hadn't harmed her, and that was enough.

"Qingqing! Let's go," called Lin Yifan.

Hearing such an intimate address, Su Qingqing's heart leapt joyfully, very sweetly responding, "Okay!"

Seeing Su Qingqing and Lin Yifan walking together, fury ignited in Large Cleaver's heart, and he bellowed, "If you want to take my woman away, you'll have to step over my dead body first. Brothers! Get him!"

His command seemed to have no effect. The underlings behind him were all frightened, hesitating, and dared not approach.

"Damn it! Just do it!" Large Cleaver shouted.

"Brother Large Cleaver! That man is not someone we can handle, let's forget it," a trembling underling said.

After witnessing Lin Yifan's formidable ability, their spirit had utterly plummeted into the negatives, and they were extremely fearful.

Large Cleaver, furious, kicked the speaking underling to the ground and scolded, "Damn your sister, I've treated you all to food and drink, and when needed, you would vow to die for me; now faced with a little trouble, you wimp out, not lifting a finger for me, raising you all was a total waste!"

After being scolded, the gang finally realized their debt to Large Cleaver. They could not unacknowledge his kindness, so they said, "Brother Large Cleaver! We were wrong! We'll teach that pretty boy a lesson for you right now."

After saying that, about a dozen underlings, grabbing sticks, charged at Lin Yifan.

Lin Yifan told Su Qingqing to step aside, then faced the gang barehanded.

First, he kicked the underling at the front flying, then snatched a stick from another underling, and began to beat the gang mercilessly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

One by one, the underlings were knocked down by a stick, quickly turning the tide from disadvantage to advantage.

Seeing his underlings who fought for him being injured by the enemy, the panting Fatty from the side immediately drew a large cleaver from his waist and chopped at Lin Yifan.

Out in the streets, how can one not have a respectable blade? The cleaver looked somewhat elegant; upon closer inspection, the snow-white blade had specks of red patterns, seemingly stained with fresh blood.

Fatty had made a name for himself in the chaotic Xiguan Village with the help of this Large Cleaver. The bloodstains bore witness to his hardships and fearsomeness.

Now, facing a formidable enemy, he drew the Large Cleaver that had once earned him great merits. He believed it would surely help him defeat Lin Yifan.

The onlookers, seeing Fatty wield the Large Cleaver again, stepped back in immense fear; they had witnessed its fierceness, with many leaders from Xiguan Village having fallen to this blade, thus, seeing it again, they couldn't help but feel awe.

In the chaos, a large cleaver fell; Su Qingqing screamed in fright, "Mr. Lin! Be careful!"

Hearing the whooshing sound behind him, Lin Yifan knew danger was imminent; thus, he jumped to the side without hesitation, dodging Fatty's lethal attack.

After missing the first strike, Fatty quickly adjusted his direction and chopped at Lin Yifan again.

Lin Yifan swung his stick, clashing briefly with Fatty's Large Cleaver.

"Bang!"

The sharp cleaver collided with the hard stick, instantly cutting it in half, which fell to the ground.

Fatty's cleaver was too sharp to be blocked directly; Lin Yifan swiftly moved, dodging to safety.

The crowd, seeing Lin Yifan at a disadvantage, felt he was doomed today.

Su Qingqing, watching the sharp cleaver, also couldn't help but feel nervous for Lin Yifan.

A knife and a stick are incomparable; a knife's blade is sharp, easily capable of killing a person; while a stick is blunt, causing at most severe injuries unless it hits the head; thus, looking at the cold gleaming cleaver, Su Qingqing was very anxious for Lin Yifan.

However, her worry was unnecessary; bullets did not faze him, so why would Lin Yifan fear Fatty's Large Cleaver?

After dodging Fatty's attack, Lin Yifan threw the broken stick in his hand, aiming at the arm Fatty held the cleaver with.

The broken stick had been sharpened, so it could pierce into a body.

Watching the rapidly flying broken stick, Fatty swung his cleaver, intending to cut the stick in half.

However, he underestimated the speed of the broken stick; the swing only hit the afterimage of the stick, while the real broken stick was still speeding towards him.

The next moment, with a "swoosh," the arm holding the cleaver was pierced by the sharp broken stick, causing him to immediately feel weakness in his right hand, followed by intense pain.

"Clang!"

The iron cleaver fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, its reflected cold light strikingly brilliant.