Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 704 - 704 700 Threat

704: Chapter 700 Threat 704: Chapter 700 Threat “Not good!

It’s the Fei Ma Ta Yan technique!”

As Mo Xuangu was struck with horror, Ye Fan had already placed his hands on Mo Xuangu’s wrists.

The horse-shaped momentum had reached its peak, and with a leap, his body soared like an enraged horse transforming into a dragon, his legs kicking three times in rapid succession like a swallow skimming across water, aiming fiercely and exceptionally at Mo Xuangu’s chest, throat bone, and face.

“The combined killing technique, Fei Ma Ta Yan!”

Below the stage, an experienced ancient martial arts master stood up in shock, shouting out loud as if he had seen Mo Xuangu meet his untimely death.

The experts from the Mo family were filled with sorrow and anger, their eyes wide open as they shouted, “Show mercy!”

However, it was already too late.

Once the Fei Ma Ta Yan was executed, there was no room for retreat.

Even if the experts from the Mo family below the stage wanted to save him, it was too late because the soaring triple kick of Fei Ma Ta Yan happened in a mere flash.

Old Master Mo had already closed his eyes in pain.

Ye Fan’s right foot kicked fiercely and exceptionally towards Mo Xuangu’s chest, and Mo Xuangu hurriedly blocked it with his palm.

Bang!

A loud noise that shook the entire martial arts hall echoed, and the violent wind gushed outwards, pushing all the average expert martial artists sitting away from the stage backward, resulting in chaos.

Although Mo Xuangu managed to block Ye Fan’s first kick, the force of the kick traveled from his palm up his arm, making his whole arm go numb and lose sensation, even shaking his internal organs.

And at that time, Ye Fan’s second kick, even more fierce and exceptional, was on its way; Mo Xuangu only managed to protect his throat with his left palm.

Bang!

Another loud noise accompanied an even more violent gust.

This time, Mo Xuangu failed to block Ye Fan’s second kick.

The back of his hand struck his throat, his breath became chaotic, and he was involuntarily thrown backward, completely losing the ability to protect himself.

And as his body flew backward uncontrollably, the third kick of the Fei Ma Ta Yan was already targeting his face.

“Ah!”

Everyone screamed in shock, involuntarily closing their eyes, not wanting to witness the gruesome scene of Mo Xuangu’s head being kicked to a pulp, with blood and brains flying.

Even Mo Xuangu himself had resigned to his fate, not to mention that the second kick of Fei Ma Ta Yan had dispersed his breath and unbalanced his body; just the fierce power transmitted through Ye Fan’s toes had temporarily disabled his arms.

Just as Mo Xuangu closed his eyes waiting for death, suddenly he felt an immense force from behind, abruptly pulling him backward and away from the range of Ye Fan’s Fei Ma Ta Yan attack.

Ye Fan, not surprised by the miss in his final kick, landed smoothly from mid-air; upon closer inspection, indeed it was Shen Biancheng who had intervened.

As it turned out, Shen Biancheng had been closely watching the entire fight, and even before Ye Fan started the Fei Ma Ta Yan, Shen Biancheng knew there was a high likelihood Ye Fan would use it.

So, the instant Ye Fan executed Fei Ma Ta Yan, Shen Biancheng slapped his chair, launching himself onto the stage with speed so fast it eluded the naked eye, rescuing Mo Xuangu in the nick of time.

Thump…

When the crowd realized Shen Biancheng had suddenly appeared on the stage to save Mo Xuangu, a sudden noise emanated from below.

The crowd couldn’t help but follow the noise, only to see the solid mahogany armchair Shen Biancheng had been sitting on shattered into dust.

Mo Xuangu survived from the brink of death and hurriedly turned his head to see Shen Biancheng.

“Thank you, Mr.

Shen, for your timely rescue,” Mo Xuangu said with gratitude, clasping his fists.

Shen Biancheng gave a faint smile and replied, “You’re welcome.

My junior brother had no intention of putting you to death.

I was able to pull you back in time because he had given me a heads up.

I hope you don’t bear any grudge against Ye Fan.”

He raised his voice deliberately so that everyone under the stage could hear.

“How could I?” Mo Xuangu said, bowing with his hands clasped, but he did not turn to look at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan had challenged the Mo family for a reason he “knew”—to marry Lu Xiaoman.

As Lu Xiaoman’s biological uncle, Ye Fan would not truly strike to kill him.

However, nobody liked to walk through the gates of hell and back.

So, his face clearly showed no goodwill towards Ye Fan.

Shen Biancheng nodded slightly and turned to address the Mo family patriarch, who had stood up, and said loudly, “Elder Mo, what about the outcome of this match?”

“Your junior brother won,” the elderly Mo declared in a heavy voice, then clasped his fists and added, “Thank you, Junior Brother Shen, for stepping in to save him!”

At this moment, everyone under the stage came back to their senses, took a deep breath of relief, and could not refrain from bursting into a round of warm applause.

The match had been truly breathtaking!

Their gazes fell on Ye Fan’s towering figure, and they inexplicably felt a sense of majestic grandeur, as if he were a mountain.

“The second match, Ye Fan wins!” Mo Zunqiang declared with a dark expression as he stepped onto the stage to announce the result.

He observed Ye Fan to find that although Ye Fan was a bit out of breath, his breathing was still very steady and powerful.

Clearly, he hadn’t exhausted much of his strength.

If he were to rest for another hour, his physical condition would likely recover to more than eighty or ninety percent.

Obviously, the Mo family’s strategy of wearing Ye Fan down through Mo Xuanghai and Mo Xuangu had almost completely failed.

After the result was announced, Elder Mo left the martial arts hall directly.

As he walked away, he gave Mo Xuaming a look, and Mo Xuaming immediately followed.

As for Ye Fan and Shen Biancheng, because they had an hour to rest, Mo Zunqiang took them to a villa’s lounge to rest.

Elder Mo returned to his villa’s second-floor lounge, sat down heavily in his armchair, and said to Mo Xuaming with a dark face, “Call Ye Fan.

He can marry Xiaoman if he wants, but he must lose to Xuanhu in the third match!”

“Yes!” Mo Xuaming replied cautiously, wary of incurring his father’s wrath.

Taking out his phone, Mo Xuaming promptly connected with Ye Fan’s number and relayed Elder Mo’s message.

Ye Fan responded indifferently, “Who Xiaoman marries is her personal freedom.

That condition is inherently invalid.

My terms remain the same—release Xiaoman, and from now on, let there be no ties between her and the Mo family.

Of course, as Xiaoman’s biological father, I will not interfere with your communication with her.

And for the next match, at most, I can manage a draw.”

Elder Mo, furious upon hearing this, snatched the phone and scolded Ye Fan, “Ye Fan, don’t think you can act recklessly just because Shen Biancheng backs you!

If you don’t agree, even if it means the Mo family’s defeat tonight, tomorrow I’ll ensure Xiaoman…”

“Elder Mo!” Ye Fan interrupted with a cold voice, warning him, “Don’t think I have no other means to deal with the Mo family.

I advise you not to take any risks!”

“Release Xiaoman, let her be free of any ties with the Mo family, and in the next match, I can afford to fight to a draw.

Otherwise, I will defeat the Mo family mercilessly in front of all the heroes present, and then rescue Xiaoman using other methods!” Ye Fan added, “Call me back when you’ve agreed!”

With that, Ye Fan hung up the phone.

When had Elder Mo ever been so blatantly threatened?

Fuming with rage, his frustration was palpable, his hair and beard bristling, he slammed his palm on a sturdy mahogany table, which instantly disintegrated into dust.