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Chapter 85 - 079 [Kill One Person in Ten Steps]

Chapter 85: Chapter 079 [Kill One Person in Ten Steps]

"What’s the panic about?"

After a brief moment of astonishment, Qiao Bazhi seemed to think his men appeared too flustered in front of Qu Feng and his group, which was embarrassing for him, so he scolded them with a cold face.

"Could it be that the Dong Hai Gang has followed us here?" One-eyed Wu Ren speculated thoughtfully, "Impossible. If Situ Haotian had the guts, he wouldn’t have run away earlier."

"Maybe it’s someone from the Dong Hai Gang’s Hanghu branch." Iron Fist Zhang Zhu was full of excitement, "I wasn’t satisfied earlier, let me go out and have some more fun."

"Master Zhang, let my men handle it."

Qiao Bazhi agreed with Zhang Zhu’s guess but rejected his proposal — although Zhang Zhu’s intervention could solve the problem, if Lin Tianyi heard about it, Qiao Bazhi would lose face terribly.

Besides, among the members of the Dong Hai Gang who came to Hanghu, aside from Xiao Jiu, who had superior strength, Qiao Bazhi didn’t take anyone else seriously.

"Brother Hu... Brother Hu, that guy is almost at the main building..."

Just as Qiao Bazhi was refusing Zhang Zhu, the voice of a Great Han in the surveillance room came again through the radio, his gaze glued to the screen showing Ye Fan, shivering all over.

Because he hadn’t been able to see Ye Fan’s movements clearly just now. By the time he regained his senses, he only saw his four colleagues laid out on the ground, motionless!

"Did you say there’s only one person?"

Qiao Bazhi was right next to Brother Hu, clearly heard the voice coming through the radio, and, infuriated, snatched the radio and shouted loudly.

"Yes, Master Eight, just one man, but he’s very strong, and he just took down four of our brothers..."

"Everyone outside, listen up, cut that bastard’s head off!"

Qiao Bazhi’s face turned green with anger, furiously cut off the Great Han’s words, then regained a bit of his composure, knowing it was daytime and they were at West Lake, and guns couldn’t be used, he added, "Try not to use guns!"

"Yes!"

An immediate response came through the radio, at the main building entrance, eight Great Hans converged from all directions, each drawing a steel knife, their faces fierce as they stared down the stone path ahead.

Soon, Ye Fan came into view of the eight Great Hans.

In the sunlight, Ye Fan walked towards the main building unconcerned and composed, his expression as calm as ever, as if the people he had just killed were no more significant than four chickens.

Previously, when Qiao Bazhi and He Fenghua made a cooperation agreement to ensure surefire success, he had sent Wu He, the strongest by his side, who then mysteriously vanished from the face of the earth, after which he no longer dared to retaliate.

In such a situation, besides Liu Qin, no one around Qiao Bazhi knew of Ye Fan.

"Get him!"

At that moment, seeing Ye Fan appear, the leading Great Han, with a fierce face, coldly shouted the order to attack.

The eight Great Hans, knowing Ye Fan was highly skilled, didn’t rush forward blindly but intentionally spread out, attempting to surround Ye Fan, to make him fight more than one at a time.

Aspirations are full, reality is lean!

"Whoosh!"

Along with a whooshing sound, Ye Fan moved, like a phantom flashing in front of the eight Great Hans, he instantly reached right in front of one, his right hand swiftly swiped out, claw-shaped, ferociously aiming at the Great Han’s throat!

Swish!

Before that Great Han could react, Ye Fan, like reaching into a bag, grabbed the Great Han’s neck, his thumb and index finger like vice grips, securing the opponent’s throat, his power suddenly bursting!

Crack—

A crisp bone-breaking sound rang out, the Great Han rolled his eyes, looking at Ye Fan in a completely stupefied manner, a look of unresigned death on his face.

"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

Meanwhile, three blade-wielding Great Hans with fierce blows from different directions swung their steel knives towards Ye Fan, their momentum formidable.

In the sunlight, the three blade-wielding Great Hans had bloodthirsty expressions, as if they would not rest until Ye Fan was killed!

As some of Qiao Bazhi’s most elite men, they were used to living on the edge, their hands stained with not a few bloodstains.

In such a scenario, although they saw Ye Fan’s terrifying skills, they did not retreat but were determined to kill Ye Fan!

Facing the sneak attack from the three Great Hans, Ye Fan didn’t panic or dodge but, on the contrary, his face revealed a hint of mockery!

Yes...

It was mockery!

The speed of the three Great Hans’ blades seemed like slow motion to him!

The next moment.

Just as the three steel knives were about to hit Ye Fan, he sidestepped swiftly, easily dodging them.

"Clang!"

The three steel knives collided harshly, and due to the excessive force, sparks flew, causing the three Great Hans’ hands to go numb.

Where is he?

As Ye Fan seemed to vanish like magic, the three Great Hans widened their eyes, looking at each other, the same question emerging in their minds.

"Be careful!"

As if to respond to the three Great Hans, the other four saw Ye Fan flash like a specter to one side of their three colleagues, easily dodging their combined strike, and immediately called out a warning.

Click!

Hearing their colleagues’ warning, the three Great Hans felt a shock go through them, engulfed by a sense of danger, instinctively reached to withdraw their knives!

—Too late!

Just as they retracted their steel knives, Ye Fan stepped forward abruptly, turned his hand into a palm, and struck fiercely!

"Slap!"

With a slap, right on the back of one Great Han’s head, like smashing a watermelon, the terrifying force directly shattered the opponent’s skull, blood instantly flowing from his seven apertures.

Withdrawing his palm, swinging his palm!

With one palm killing a Great Han, Ye Fan didn’t pause, as he struck out with another palm!

Slap—

The crisp sound rang out again, and the second Great Han only had time to twist his neck before Ye Fan’s palm struck his Taiyang point, instantly killing him!

"Die!!"

Seeing two Great Han killed instantly, the third Great Han pulled back his steel knife and, instead of retreating, roared loudly and swung his knife toward Ye Fan’s neck.

At the same time, the remaining four Great Han also charged toward Ye Fan.

Swish!

Facing the fierce slash, Ye Fan neither dodged nor flinched, but turned his palm into a grab, catching the wrist of the third Great Han and gently twisting it!

Crack—

A crisp sound was heard, the third Great Han’s wrist broke, and the steel knife fell from his hand.

Ye Fan released the third Great Han’s wrist, grabbed the hilt of the steel knife, and swung it backhand!

Whoosh!

With a swing of the knife, the air seemed to have been slashed open, creating a gap, as the white blade turned into a streak of white light, chopping towards the neck of the third Great Han.

Splat—

The blade cut through, and a head fell to the ground, with steaming hot blood spurting high into the air like a fountain!

This scene, possessing a kind of magic, directly caused the remaining four Great Han to stop in their tracks.

It was as if there were a mountain of blades and a sea of fire ahead, stopping them from daring to step forward even half a step!

For them, who licked blood off the edges of their knives, whether it was killing others or seeing their companions killed, they had never been afraid before.

But—

Seeing Ye Fan behead a companion with one slash, basking in the bloody rain, this visual stimulation truly made them feel an unprecedented fear.

They widened their eyes, staring blankly as their companion’s blood-drenched head rolled on the ground, as the headless body slowly fell, feeling as if they were plunged into an ice cellar, chilled from head to toe.

Even... the hands holding the steel knives began to tremble slightly!

"Did you kill that bastard?"

Just as the remaining four Great Han were stunned by the bloody scene before them, Qiao Bazhi’s voice once again came through the radio.

"Gulp!"

At the sound, the four Great Han woke as if from a dream, each reluctantly swallowing their saliva and, while staring in horror at Ye Fan, answered incoherently, "Master Eight... Master Eight... "

"Fuck, just one of you answer, what is this mess?" Qiao Bazhi cursed as they all spoke at once, causing chaos over the radio.

The four shut their mouths instinctively, exchanging glances as if deciding who should report.

However—

Before they could speak again, Ye Fan, drenched in donated blood, stepped forward holding the knife, walking towards them.

"Run..."

Sensing this, the closest Great Han, shivering all over, hoarsely cried out.

The other three Great Han, already terrified by Ye Fan, needed no further prompting and took off running.

"Ran?"

Inside the club, Qiao Bazhi, hearing the reply on the radio, first paused, then darkly asked, "Are you saying that that damn guy ran away?"

"No... no... it’s... is..."

The Great Han who ordered the escape was running while nervously responding, but due to his overwhelming fear, he was somewhat incoherent.

"Did he fucking run away or not?"

Qiao Bazhi screamed, his refusal to lose face earlier by not sending Zhang Zhu and instead sending his men to handle the intruder at the club, now seeing the performance of his subordinates, left him feeling utterly humiliated and furiously enraged.

Ran or not?

Yes!

Three of the Great Han ran away, but as for Ye Fan...

Just as the three Great Han started running, Ye Fan suddenly kicked out, striking a steel knife on the ground with his foot. The steel knife soared into the air, turning into a streak of white light, swiftly shooting towards the Great Han who gave the order.

Splat—

The Great Han, who was about to respond to Qiao Bazhi again, had not even started speaking when the steel knife pierced through his heart from the back, and he fell to the ground, dead.

Seeing this, the remaining three Great Han, hearts seizing up, slowed down their pace.

After landing a hit, Ye Fan did not pause, but sprung off and, holding the knife, pursued the three Great Han, like the Grim Reaper descending, once again swinging the deathly steel knife in his hand.

One swipe,

Two swipes,

Three swipes!

After three swipes, three heads fell to the ground, and steaming hot blood stained the marble floor at the entrance of the club’s main building.

As this scene unfolded before his eyes, Ye Fan’s expression remained unfluctuated, but he, holding the blood-drenched steel knife, walked towards the main building.

"Fuck, what the hell are you losers doing? Answer me!" A radio beside a fallen Great Han lit up, transmitting Qiao Bazhi’s furious roar.

Ye Fan grabbed the radio: "They’re all dead."

"You... who are you?"

"The one who’s after your life!"

As those words fell, Ye Fan crushed the radio in hand and strode into the club.

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