Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 531 - 531 527 Will Li Zhaojun Die

531: Chapter 527: Will Li Zhaojun Die?

(Part 3) 531: Chapter 527: Will Li Zhaojun Die?

(Part 3) Ye Fan’s face was cold, yet he couldn’t help furrowing his brows.

“Caesar’s” behavior was extremely unlike that of any normal person, somewhat resembling a madman.

Yet annoyingly, this madman was very strong, even faster than him.

Luckily, it seemed that this madman’s strength was somewhat weak.

“Caesar, you can’t kill me.

Just go, find a place to hide, and wait for me to take your head!” Ye Fan shouted coldly.

He had no time to waste with Caesar here.

Caesar tidied up his handkerchief, maintaining a noble’s graceful smile, “No, no, just now I was merely caught off guard by your sneak attack.

Did you think I was really hurt?

My healing ability far exceeds your imagination.”

As he spoke, he took a few steps towards Ye Fan, his movements and tone coordinated, his gait and figure elegant, exuding a sinisterly soft aura.

“Then come at me if you dare!” Ye Fan wished for a swift battle.

Caesar bared his teeth in a grin, and Ye Fan clearly saw that Caesar’s canine teeth were longer than those of an average person.

In the next moment, Caesar transformed into a shadow, pouncing towards Ye Fan as fast as lightning.

Having learned from the last encounter, Caesar used the fact that Ye Fan’s hands were occupied to his advantage, attacking from all directions and retreating after striking, giving no chance for Ye Fan to counterattack physically.

For a time, countless dark afterimages launched assaults all around Ye Fan.

Protecting Li Zhaojun, Ye Fan stood in place, dodging and weaving as much as possible, unable to evade Caesar’s attacks entirely, merely managing to avoid lethal strikes.

Within seconds, Ye Fan received twenty or thirty scratches from Caesar’s claws.

Thanks to Caesar being wary of getting too close after suffering a loss and the relative weakness of his strength, he failed to inflict fatal damage on Ye Fan.

As a master of dark energy with Qi-Blood as strong as dragons and tigers, Ye Fan just barely withstood the onslaught.

Even so, Ye Fan’s body was covered in blood-soaked wounds, turning him into a bloodied figure.

After besieging Ye Fan for a while, Caesar finally halted temporarily, retreating seven or eight meters away, extending his blood-red tongue to lick Ye Fan’s fresh blood from his fingers.

“Absolutely delicious,” Caesar said grotesquely, staring at the blood dripping from Ye Fan’s body, continuing with exaggerated regret, “What a waste, such a waste!”

Ye Fan, not killed by him, was equally disgusted to death, roared, “You freak, if you’re going to kill me, do it quickly, or someone will be here soon!”

“It seems you’re right,” Caesar dropped his feigned noble grace, his demeanor turning sinister and ferocious as he transformed into a shadow once more, pouncing on Ye Fan with lightning speed.

Much like before, Ye Fan was left to passively endure Caesar’s assault.

Having just emerged unscathed, and intending to finish Ye Fan this time, Caesar’s attacks were bolder and closer.

Ye Fan’s wounds grew more severe, and blood spurted forth.

Finally, when Ye Fan exposed a large opening in his defense, Caesar aimed for his heart with a full-force claw.

Feeling the sharpness of the claw’s wind at his back, Ye Fan managed to channel only half of his Inner Strength to protect it, far too late to avoid the vital spot at his heart.

Puff!

The sound of claws rending flesh echoed, even as timely reinforcement with Inner Strength and Qi-Blood was implemented, the skin and muscle at his back were torn open.

Ye Fan felt as if his heart had been grazed, he hurriedly lunged forward, a sweetness in his throat as a surge of hot blood rose, but Ye Fan clamped his mouth shut, refusing to let the blood spew out.

Thanks to the shock of Ye Fan’s initial “Iron Bear Lean Back,” Caesar didn’t dare come too close and thus failed to penetrate Ye Fan’s heart in one stroke.

Continuing with his hit-and-run tactic, he swiftly dodged away from Ye Fan’s back and circled to resume his attack.

Just then, Ye Fan suddenly opened his mouth and a jet of blood sprayed directly into Caesar’s face.

The blood jet was fast and fierce, catching Caesar off guard; he was hit squarely by it.

Ah—ah—

Instantly, Caesar lost all ability to attack, clutching his face and shrieking hysterically as copious smoke rose between his hands, as if his face were being seared by a red-hot iron.

Ye Fan had no time to contemplate the reasons; seizing the rare opportunity, he kicked with all his might at Caesar’s stomach.

Bang—

Caesar was sent flying more than ten meters away, crashing to the ground.

Ye Fan wanted to pounce on him to finish him off, but as he moved, fresh blood gushed from the five holes in his back, giving him a feeling that his Inner Strength was fading; he had no choice but to stop, regulate his Qi-Blood, decrease the bleeding from the holes in his back, and maintain his Inner Strength to protect Li Zhaojun’s heart.

Of course, he kept an eye on Caesar the whole time.

After hitting the ground, Caesar writhed in pain, howling miserably while still covering his face as white smoke rose from between his fingers.

It seemed that the blood arrow had caused him more damage than the kick that sent him flying over ten meters.

“How can there be white smoke?” Ye Fan couldn’t help but be surprised.

“My blood, although it contains my essence blood, might be a bit scalding, but it shouldn’t be like boiling water.”

Still, seeing Caesar rolling on the ground in extreme agony, Ye Fan quickly took out his phone and called his father, Ye Guohua.

Fortunately, it was the birthday of the elder Ye that day, and Ye Guohua had taken a leave to prepare for the celebration.

When Ye Fan called, Ye Guohua picked up immediately.

“Dad, Zhao Jun has been shot outside her mother’s building and is also critically poisoned.

She must go to the 301 Military Hospital to have a chance at being saved.

Could you arrange for an ambulance from a nearby hospital to take her to the 301 Military Hospital?” Ye Fan spoke rapidly.

The 301 Military Hospital was also the nation’s main military hospital, almost gathering the sharpest doctors and the best medical equipment—especially adept at treating gunshot wounds and poisonings.

“Okay!” Ye Guohua, furious, quickly consented, hung up the phone, and started arranging for an ambulance for Ye Fan.

After calling Ye Guohua, Ye Fan immediately called his master, Zhuo Junwu, and rushed to say, “Master, I’ve been assassinated.

My wife took a bullet for me and is critically poisoned.

She needs Inner Strength to protect her heart and save her life.

Could you send a fellow disciple over?”

“Who dares to assassinate you again?!” Zhuo Junwu was incredibly enraged.

“I’ll send your third senior brother right away.”

“Thank you, Master,” Ye Fan said before giving Zhuo Junwu the address.

After learning the address, Zhuo Junwu hung up and called Shen Biancheng.

After making the call, Caesar, more than ten meters away, was still on the ground, rolling in agony with his hands covering his face.

Ye Fan could see that Caesar had almost no strength left to resist, but he couldn’t move, helplessly watching Caesar slowly recover.

After writhing in pain on the ground for two or three minutes, Caesar eventually got up, drenched in sweat, as if he had just been fished out of water.

Still covering his face with both hands, he staggered away, escaping.

Ye Fan let out a sigh of relief.

“Ye Fan…” A weak voice came from his arms.

Ye Fan hurriedly looked down to see Li Zhaojun’s face pale as paper, with crimson blood at the corner of her mouth.

Paired with her exquisite beauty, it was tragically beautiful, causing his heart to nearly break.

“Zhao Jun, don’t be afraid.

I’ve already called for an ambulance, and soon you’ll be taken to the best hospital in the country.

They have the finest doctors, the best medical equipment—you’ll be fine!” Ye Fan consoled Li Zhaojun.

Li Zhaojun managed a sorrowful smile and said, “I’m cold.

Can you hold me tighter?”

Although Ye Fan had sealed the acupoint at her bullet wound on her back to stop the blood gush, it was still bleeding profusely, not to mention she was also severely poisoned.

Ye Fan nodded and carefully held Li Zhaojun’s frail and delicate body tighter.

Close to Ye Fan’s ear, Li Zhaojun said with difficulty, “I have this floating, out-of-body sensation.

I might not last until the ambulance arrives.

There’s something I’ve never told you the truth about.”

“You won’t have anything wrong, please don’t talk, okay?” Ye Fan attempted to make his voice sound calm.

“…Actually, I don’t like you, I even hate you,” Li Zhaojun said intermittently.

“You’ve made me lose face, feel ashamed, and humiliated.

I’m the number one beauty in Hua Hai, and the chairwoman and president of Emali Group.

I’ve had countless men please me since I was young, yet you have made me chase after you, without any gratitude.

I hated you so much.

The reason I refused to divorce you is that I couldn’t survive without the Ye family’s power.

My feelings for you were only hatred and disgust, no love, you know?”

“Zhao Jun, please stop talking, I understand your intentions,” Ye Fan pled with agony, “I’m not a fool, you’re saying this so I won’t feel guilty and regretful.

But truly, you won’t have anything wrong.

Don’t talk, conserve your strength, wait for the rescue, okay?”

Li Zhaojun gave a sorrowful smile, unwillingly said, “You really aren’t a fool.

It’s just too bad that in this lifetime, I can’t grow old with you…”