Beautiful CEO’s Top Martial Expert
Chapter 189: Battle Against Hei Xiong

Chapter 189: Chapter 189: Battle Against Hei Xiong

The yellow-haired man’s face was a picture of embarrassment when suddenly he saw a large foot flying towards him, kicking him square in the forehead and sending him sprawling.

"Scram!"

A voice filled with evil qi erupted, startling the gang into picking themselves up off the ground amidst their pain, hobbling away until they had vanished from sight.

"Beauty, it’s all good now." Xiao Yifeng turned around, giving Bai Xin’er a devilishly charming smile, which she returned with a look of peculiar infatuation as she gazed at Xiao Yifeng.

"Bro, if you’re not strong enough, you should stop showing off. Playing tough will get you struck by lightning!"

Xiao Yifeng’s eyes swept over Lan Haoxuan next to him, a playful smile returning to his lips before he went back to his own stall to continue eating.

Listening to Xiao Yifeng’s words, Lan Haoxuan’s face turned incredibly sour, his expression darkening.

At that moment, outside the snack street, the yellow-haired gang stopped in their tracks. One of them looked at the yellow-haired man and said, "Boss, what do we do now? Just let it go?"

"Can’t just let this beating slide, brother. But that kid, he looks kinda familiar." The yellow-haired man frowned slightly as he searched his memory.

"I’ve got it, it’s him!" The yellow-haired man’s face suddenly took on a look of alarm.

"Who is it?" The group of thugs wore puzzled expressions.

"This time, this kid is dead meat. Let’s go see Boss Hei Xiong."

About fifteen minutes later, having eaten his fill, Xiao Yifeng got up to leave with Fei Xuelin, while Bai Xin’er and her two companions had already left early due to the incident that had just occurred.

Just as they were leaving the snack street, several cars pulled up nearby. A large group of men wielding machetes got out, with ferocious faces, and leading them was Hei Xiong himself, wearing a leather coat. His gaze immediately found Xiao Yifeng, and a glint of killing intent flashed through his eyes.

Seeing such a large group wielding knives and surrounding them, Xiao Yifeng casually put his hands in his pockets, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Fei Xuelin snuggled close to Xiao Yifeng, her expression as calm as still water, with no trace of fear or anxiety.

"Kid, I’ve finally got my chance!"

Hei Xiong gripped a meter-long machete tightly, his gaze cold and menacing as he stared at Xiao Yifeng, his body emanating a terrifying aura of murderous intent.

"Who are you? I don’t know you," Xiao Yifeng glanced sideways at him.

"Black Panther, whom you killed, was my brother; Shou Hou, whose hand you crippled, is my brother too!" Hei Xiong said coldly, his body’s aura coalescing into a chilly murderous intent.

"Oh, Black Stone Gang again? Are you guys annoying or what? There’s no end to this, right? Do I need to wipe all of you out?" Xiao Yifeng spoke with evident impatience.

"Hmph, kid, today let’s see just how capable you really are. Go!" With Hei Xiong’s command, the gang behind him wielding weapons advanced towards them.

"Kurt!" Suddenly, Fei Xuelin called out.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind swept past Xiao Yifeng, and in the blink of an eye, a wretched scream rang out.

The man at the forefront was hurtled through the air, crashing into the cars they had arrived in, causing the whole vehicle to shake violently. He lay prostrate on the ground, no one knowing whether he was alive or dead.

For a moment, all of Hei Xiong’s subordinates were taken aback by this sudden turn of events, as they stared, eyes wide, at the imposing foreign man exuding a fearsome presence.

Deep inside, they all felt a chill in their hearts, their eyes filled with fear.

Although they were intimidated and did not act, Kurt did not stop at all. He rushed towards this group of people, turned into a fighting machine, with his entire body seemingly transforming into deadly weapons.

Crack, crack, crack...

Ahhh...

Bang, bang, bang...

A succession of harsh and piercing sounds erupted, the noise of breaking bones and agonized screams interwoven, strikingly unsettling to hear.

The Black Stone Gang’s carefully selected elite men were no match for Kurt; every one of them either had their arms twisted and crushed or suffered broken ribs, and some even suffered collapsed facial features. In short, the scene was exceedingly gruesome.

Half a minute later, these people lay scattered on the ground, issuing a series of pitiful wails. The scene was even bloodier than the one Xiao Yifeng had created.

This group of people was likely to become invalids, even if they didn’t die, and the sight of Kurt’s deep and indifferent eyes sweeping over Hei Xiong made his heart suddenly flutter with fear, his body tensing up and his forehead uncontrollably breaking into a cold sweat.

Simply standing there, the opponent brought him an overwhelming sense of dread, as if he were seen as nothing more than an ant in the other’s eyes.

"You... Who are you?" Hei Xiong tightened his grip on his weapon, his gaze intense as he looked at this terrifying foreign man.

"Kurt, leave that guy to me. I’ve had my fill, and a workout would help me digest," Xiao Yifeng said as he walked over and stretched out his hand.

Kurt glanced at Xiao Yifeng and then moved to Fei Xuelin’s side.

"Kid, you..." Hei Xiong looked at Xiao Yifeng, wanting to say something, but Xiao Yifeng threw a punch his way.

"Fight if you’re going to fight, cut the crap!" Xiao Yifeng uttered coldly, his punch hurtling towards Hei Xiong like a cannonball, who stepped back with his left foot and slashed his blade towards Xiao Yifeng’s fist, the air whistling with the sharpness of the blade.

Xiao Yifeng suddenly changed his punch into a claw, and with a snap, his fingers latched onto the sharp machete, rendering it immobile. Hei Xiong tried to pull away several times but couldn’t budge it, his face changed color, and he threw a punch towards Xiao Yifeng’s abdomen.

Bang!

Xiao Yifeng’s other hand swung out simultaneously, colliding with Hei Xiong’s fist and causing it to numb.

"Hah!"

Mad Bear roared furiously as the power of his Dark Energy at Great Perfection erupted, his body making a crackling sound.

He twisted the handle of the machete, the burst of Dark Energy flinging Xiao Yifeng’s hand away, and then he viciously slashed at the latter’s head once more.

Xiao Yifeng dodged, avoiding the attack, and stretched out his hand again to grasp the machete.

This time, a terrifying and tyrannical Force burst from Xiao Yifeng’s palm, snapping the high-carbon steel machete in his grip.

Clutching the broken blade piece, Xiao Yifeng made a swipe for Hei Xiong’s neck, who turned pale and hurriedly used the remaining half of his Broken Blade to block in front of himself, stopping Xiao Yifeng’s piece in his hand.

With a thud, Xiao Yifeng kicked out fiercely, sending Hei Xiong’s body, weighing over two hundred pounds, flying to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, with the half of the machete stuck in the ground.

"Dark Energy at Great Perfection? Is that supposed to impress me?" Xiao Yifeng walked over to Hei Xiong, the corner of his mouth bearing a cold smile.

"You..." Hei Xiong lifted his head, his eyes bulging with extreme rage as he tried to stand up