Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

Zhu Bufan wasted no words, charging directly at Huang Zhong with incredible speed. Once he had made up his mind, his attacks were vicious and aimed straight for Huang Zhong's life.

Approaching Huang Zhong, Zhu Bufan raised his fist and hurled it towards Huang Zhong's heart.

Huang Zhong immediately raised his fist to meet Zhu Bufan's in a head-to-head collision.

The two Demonized Strongmen were not idle at this moment either, attacking Zhu Bufan from both sides. One raised his hand to strike at Zhu Bufan's head, while the other aimed a punch at Zhu Bufan's waist.

Seeing this, Zhu Bufan did not dodge, but drove his punch out forcefully, using his other hand to protect his head.

Huang Zhong saw that Zhu Bufan wasn't dodging at this critical moment but still chose to strike him, revealing a feral smile of disdain.

Any fool knew that if Zhu Bufan continued with his punch, his waist would surely be hit by one of the Demonized Strongmen, and he would gain no advantage. Because Huang Zhong chose to meet his attack head-on, Zhu Bufan would not be able to hit Huang Zhong's heart unless Zhu Bufan's punch was so powerful that it could break Huang Zhong's arm and then hit his heart.

But would that happen?

Obviously not, because Huang Zhong was no pushover.

After the "Bang... Bang..." Zhu Bufan's waist and right chest were both solidly punched. If it wasn't for his hand protecting his head, the punch to his head might have knocked him unconscious. Even so, the hand protecting his head was now numb from the blow.

Compared to that, it was still fortunate because Zhu Bufan could feel his waist bones seeming to have fractured. The intense pain made it unbearable, and he was also feeling discomfort in his right chest.

After retreating a few steps with great effort, Zhu Bufan managed to stabilize his shaky body, but a mouthful of fresh blood still spurted from his mouth.

Long Na inside the phone booth saw Zhu Bufan get injured after just one round. Her face was filled with endless worry, and she immediately prepared to run out. But her rationality held her back at the last moment.

Just now, she had gotten through to Zhou Xin on the phone and had informed him of the situation and the address. Zhou Xin asked her to stay inside the phone booth and not to disrupt Zhu Bufan; he would arrange for someone to come as soon as possible.

The punch Huang Zhong threw did not collide head-on with Zhu Bufan's but struck directly onto Zhu Bufan's right chest. Huang Zhong was immensely elated and pleased, wearing a mocking smile as he said:

"Zhu Bufan, stop struggling. It's useless, ha ha..."

"Heh heh, is that so? Maybe you should worry about yourself first," Zhu Bufan, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, chuckled in response.

After hearing Zhu Bufan's words, Huang Zhong felt puzzled and doubtful. He had landed a punch on Zhu Bufan's chest. At this time, Zhu Bufan told him to worry about himself instead, which seemed somewhat incomprehensible.

However, Huang Zhong soon realized something was wrong because he felt pain in his chest.

Looking down immediately, Huang Zhong saw a spring-loaded folding knife deeply embedded in his chest, blood ceaselessly spurting out.

"You... how could you?" Huang Zhong's eyes immediately revealed an expression of shock.

Then, his face filled with disbelief, and he collapsed to the ground, dead.

The two Demonized Strongmen, seeing Zhu Bufan injured, aimed to quickly finish him off. But before they could act again, they heard a 'thud'.

They immediately looked over to see Huang Zhong lying dead on the ground, blood still flowing from his body.

Instantly, their eyes were filled with disbelief. It was unthinkable for Zhu Bufan to have hurt Huang Zhong, yet now Huang Zhong was not only injured, but he was also directly killed, shocking them immensely.

Originally, just as Zhu Bufan's punch was about to meet Huang Zhong's head-on, Zhu Bufan suddenly deviated his hand, allowing Huang Zhong's punch to land squarely on his right chest. However, Zhu Bufan drew a spring-loaded folding knife, which he had prepared earlier from his sleeve and plunged it straight into Huang Zhong's heart.

Zhu Bufan had resolved Huang Zhong in one round, in a life-for-life struggle.

Though Huang Zhong was dealt with, Zhu Bufan's pressure didn't diminish at all. On the contrary, it increased manifold because Zhu Bufan was injured, and not lightly.

His right chest was hit by a punch, probably breaking two or three ribs! That wasn't a big deal, the problem was around his waist. Zhu Bufan tried to move a bit, but intense pain shot through his waist, causing beads of sweat the size of green beans to form on his forehead.

This showed how serious the injury at his waist was.

The sudden death of Huang Zhong left the two Demonized Strongmen hesitant to make their next move for a short time; they found Zhu Bufan quite peculiar because Huang Zhong's death was too odd.

One Demonized Strongman squatted down to examine the cause of Huang Zhong's death, sucking in a cold breath because he realized Zhu Bufan had resorted to a life-for-life method to kill Huang Zhong.

Following this, he exchanged a glance with the other Demonized Strongman.

The message was clear: they would absolutely not allow Zhu Bufan to take any of their lives in such a manner again.

After their shared glance, the two Demonized Strongmen took action.

They directly executed the third form of the Demonization Ten Forms: Demonized Fist.

Seeing this, Zhu Bufan's eyelids started twitching uncontrollably. If he had not been injured, perhaps he could have dodged the simultaneous strike of the Demonized Fists from the two strongmen, but now Zhu Bufan was seriously injured. How could he possibly dodge?

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..." afterwards.

Zhu Bufan was directly knocked to the ground, blood spurting out of his mouth like it was free, painting the ground red.

At this moment, there wasn't a single part of Zhu Bufan's body that wasn't injured, and his entire clothing was dyed red, his face also somewhat swollen. His gaze became vacant.

Zhu Bufan knew that today he would not escape; he feared his life would end here.

He had never imagined that he would leave this dazzling world so young.

He mustered the strength to lift his head, looking towards the telephone kiosk, and then smiled faintly at that direction.

At this moment, Long Na's body trembled from a distance, tears continuously sliding down, her fingernails already deeply embedded into her flesh.

She opened the door of the telephone kiosk and dashed out.

"Don't…" Zhu Bufan roared upon seeing this.

But in the next moment, Long Na ran to Zhu Bufan's side, using her smaller body to shield Zhu Bufan from the final punch meant to take his life.

In an instant, blood sprayed from Long Na's mouth as she collapsed powerlessly into Zhu Bufan's arms.

"How could you be so foolish…" Zhu Bufan used his last bit of strength to hold Long Na in his arms, a crystal-clear tear seeping from the corner of his eye.

"To die for you, I, Long Na, have no regrets…" Long Na's lips curled into a captivating smile.

"Cough, cough..." Another mouthful of blood was spat out from Long Na's mouth.

"You're really foolish…" Zhu Bufan chided.

"I'm not foolish, I love you…"