Extraordinary Soldier King in the City
Chapter 179 War God

Chapter 179: Chapter 179 War God

The oppressive crowd surged forward like an unstoppable tide, aiming to engulf Chen Feng within.

Chen Feng stood his ground, one hand behind his back, motionless, with a look of indifference always gracing his face.

The first to reach him was a burly man at the forefront of the crowd.

In his hand, he held a thick steel pipe, as thick as a child’s wrist.

If that steel pipe struck someone, it would shatter their bones on the spot.

Without a word, the burly man swung the steel pipe at Chen Feng’s shoulder with no intention of holding back.

After all, Huang Wenbo had issued a strict order; Chen Feng must not be allowed to leave alive tonight.

The pitch-black pipe, whistling with the wind, headed straight for Chen Feng’s shoulder.

Yet, Chen Feng remained unmoved.

Seeing this, a look of scorn flashed in the burly man’s eyes.

Because, in his opinion, Chen Feng’s behavior was tantamount to courting death.

The steel pipe was about to crash down on Chen Feng’s shoulder; if it hit, his shoulder bone would undoubtedly be shattered.

However, at this critical juncture,

the corners of Chen Feng’s mouth curved slightly upwards. Then, his entire being transformed into a mere afterimage as he darted to the side.

The burly man’s steel pipe hit nothing but air and slammed heavily into the ground, making a "clang!" that echoed loudly.

Due to the violent collision between the pipe and the ground, the burly man’s entire arm went numb.

"Damn it!" he cursed, clenching his teeth, shaking his arm, and gearing up to swing the steel pipe for another attack.

However, Chen Feng would not grant him a second chance.

Chen Feng turned into a Black Shadow again and appeared right in front of the burly man.

Before the burly man could react, Chen Feng’s right hand, shaped like a blade, swung out fiercely, striking the burly man’s shoulder that held the steel pipe.

"Crack!"

A sound of bone snapping rang out.

The burly man’s face turned instantly white with pain, the steel pipe fell to the ground, and he clutched his shoulder, screaming in agony.

Chen Feng coldly smiled, with no trace of mercy, raised his leg, and kicked the burly man hard in the abdomen.

The burly man, utterly powerless to resist, was kicked flying on the spot and knocked over several others who were rushing towards them.

This scene shocked everyone present. Their eyes went round with disbelief as they couldn’t fathom what they had just witnessed.

They had not expected Chen Feng to be so skilled.

The burly man was well-known for his brawling abilities and formidable strength; otherwise, he would not have been sent to the front.

Moreover, he had a weapon which should have made him even stronger.

Yet such a man had been easily subdued by Chen Feng, a seemingly unarmed individual, and appeared to have no chance to fight back.

This was truly inconceivable.

For a moment, the hundred or so people charging at Chen Feng subconsciously slowed down, nobody daring to rush at him alone anymore.

For doing so would assuredly lead to the same end as the burly man.

Huang Wenbo, seeing his men hesitating, became furious and cursed loudly, "Are you all damn useless? What a waste of resources! Everyone, get your asses in there! Even if he is tough, how can he cope against a hundred of you attacking together? Can he turn the skies upside down?"

The crowd, snapping out of their shock, realized he was right.

Indeed!

With over a hundred of them, a single spit from each would be enough to drown Chen Feng.

Absolute advantage, what’s there to fear?

With that thought, everyone hesitated no longer, each brandishing their weapons with even more desperation as they charged towards Chen Feng.

Chen Feng, watching the group about to rush at him, squinted his blood-red eyes and a bloodthirsty smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He bent down and picked up the steel pipe left behind by the muscular man a moment ago, played with it in his hand a couple of times, and then, wielding the steel pipe, proactively went to meet the group head-on.

Time was running out, and Chen Feng didn’t want to play any longer.

Besides, he had already given this group a chance to retreat, and it was their own fault for not treasuring it.

Even the most merciful person has their limits!

Steel pipe in hand, Chen Feng transformed into a black shadow, charging straight into the crowd, colliding with the hundreds there.

Not far away, Huang Wenbo and the man with a cockscomb-like haircut saw this scene, their eyes flashing with disdain and mockery.

They thought that such an action by Chen Feng was undoubtedly courting death.

Under the siege of hundreds, even the most formidable person would certainly have no place to bury their bones.

Seeing Chen Feng rush in, the group no longer hesitated, each swinging their tools, striking at Chen Feng.

Some used steel pipes, others used watermelon knives.

These weapons fell on Chen Feng like raindrops.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have probably been dead countless times over.

However, Chen Feng was like a nimble fish, dodging all these attacks.

While avoiding them, Chen Feng’s steel pipe in hand wasn’t idle either.

Every time an opportunity presented itself, Chen Feng would swing his steel pipe without hesitation.

And every time he did, someone would scream and fly backwards.

In less than a minute, out of the initial hundreds, close to fifty people had already fallen.

At that moment, Chen Feng was like a tiger that had entered a flock of sheep, wildly swinging his sharp claws.

Huang Wenbo’s subordinates had no chance to fight back.

Not far away, Huang Wenbo and the cockscomb hair man watched.

Both of their faces were filled with utter confusion and shock, completely petrified, their faces showing shock and deep fear.

Gradually, the number of people able to stand dwindled even more.

From the original hundreds to fifty, then to thirty, to twenty, and finally, only one remained.

The last one left was a man with all his hair dyed purple, very much non-mainstream.

He held a sharp watermelon knife in his hand.

But at that moment, he was trembling all over, hardly able to hold the knife steady.

Because right before him, the ground was covered with groaning companions, clutching their bellies.

Chen Feng, with steel pipe in hand, like a War God, exuded a powerful aura, step by step walking towards the last man with purple hair.

Seeing this, the purple-haired man was almost scared to pee himself, trembling all over, he knelt directly before Chen Feng with a thump, and began knocking his head, begging for mercy,

"Big... Brother, I was wrong, I have a sixty-year-old mother at home, and I also have a son who’s still in the cellular stage, please spare me!"

"Son in the cellular stage?" Chen Feng wore a weird expression.

"I don’t have a girlfriend yet, so my son is still... you know, with me." The purple-haired man stammered.

Chen Feng was at a loss for words.

If you don’t have a son, just say so. Why make a big deal about being in the ’cellular stage’? This guy’s really a joker.