Supreme Divine Physician in the City
Chapter 257: Bloody Massacre (1)

Chapter 257: Chapter 257: Bloody Massacre (1)

"Damn kid, go to hell!"

As the iron fist charged forward, Wu Zongkui’s face showed a brutal color, filled with a mad killing intent. Just as his fist was about to smash Ye Xuan’s head, his face was lit with excitement and bloodlust.

Holding his arms, Black Mountain Eagle stood leisurely to the side, watching the scene with a sneer on his face.

Not even he would dare to take this punch lightly; he would need to dodge its edge. Ye Xuan had been so arrogant as to not even block, which was simply courting death!

Just as he’d written Ye Xuan off as a dead man, suddenly, a residual shadow flashed like lightning, confronting the iron fist with speed indiscernible to the naked eye.

Smack!

A dull sound resonated as Wu Zongkui’s fierce punch abruptly stopped in front of Ye Xuan.

Following the sound, one could see a pair of hands easily grabbing the fist. This pair of hands didn’t seem large, but they were like an iron wall, firmly blocking the opponent’s punch and controlling it tightly, preventing it from advancing an inch further.

"Didn’t you eat breakfast? Is this all the strength you’ve got? People from the Northern Federation really are a bunch of children."

Ye Xuan looked at him indifferently, his words dripping with sarcasm.

"Bastard! Kid, you dare insult the people of the Great North Federation, I will rip off your head and kick it around like a ball!"

Wu Zongkui cursed angrily, attempting to withdraw his punch to continue dealing with Ye Xuan.

However, his fist felt as though it was clamped in a vise, completely immobilized and utterly beyond his control to retract.

This kid is unbelievably strong!

Black Mountain Eagle’s pupils shrank, realizing that Ye Xuan was a tough nut to crack, and he had underestimated him.

With his face turning beet red from the strain yet unable to pull back his fist, Wu Zongkui glared at Ye Xuan venomously and switched tactics.

Leveraging his height advantage, he suddenly lunged forward into Ye Xuan’s embrace, his left fist striking out like a dragon emerging from the sea, aiming for Ye Xuan’s abdomen.

However, in the next moment, a horrifying scene unfolded!

A flash of sharpness in Ye Xuan’s eyes, his left hand violently grabbed his opponent’s right arm, and at the same time, the right hand holding Wu Zongkui’s fist brutally yanked backward.

With a ripping sound, the entire right arm, like a torn burlap sack, was savagely torn off by Ye Xuan!

Rip!

Blood gushed like an open tap, spurting wildly, revealing the exposed, stark white bones in a gruesomely bloody scene.

"Ah... my hand! You dare tear off my hand..."

Wu Zongkui’s face went pale, screaming like a butchered pig, his swinging left fist broke down on its own.

He stumbled a few steps back, glancing at his empty right hand in disbelief, then turned his terrified gaze to the severed limb in Ye Xuan’s hand.

Having stayed his hand until now, but once he struck, he tore off someone’s arm—Wu Zongkui had never faced such a ruthless and formidable opponent.

More ferocious than the Siberian Tiger King he had killed on the icy plains of the North Pole!

Damn it, that’s not how you play the game!

"Holy shit, Ye Xuan is way too fierce!"

The Dragon Soul group on the third floor was also dumbfounded by the sight.

Clearly, they hadn’t expected Ye Xuan’s close-combat capabilities to be so formidable, not just strong but excessively so, and very brutal!

Ripping arms off without a word—what kind of human is this? He’s more like a ferocious beast.

"I told you, debts of blood must be paid in blood! Congratulations, you’ll suffer a hundred times more than those girls did."

Ye Xuan’s expression was indifferent as he nonchalantly tossed aside the bloody arm, taking step by step towards Wu Zongkui.

Looking at his calm face, one wouldn’t think he had just torn off an arm—it felt as simple as plucking a blade of grass from the ground.

"Brother, let’s take him together. I don’t believe we can’t deal with this kid."

Getting smart, Wu Zongkui was genuinely afraid of this kid. He soon showed a ferocious look and gestured to Black Mountain Eagle.

"Fine. Let’s join forces, brother. Let’s show him the ferocity of the Black Kui duo."

Black Mountain Eagle nodded, his expression a bit serious, no longer content to watch from the sidelines.

As soon as those words were spoken, he pushed off the ground with both legs, his figure surging forward, charging directly at Ye Xuan.

However, when he was still three steps away from Ye Xuan, his figure suddenly came to a strange halt.

Pulling out a Desert Eagle from behind his waist, the dark muzzle aimed at Ye Xuan’s head, he said with a feral smile:

"You little bastard, who said we’d fight fair? You’re not the only one who can use hidden weapons, I learned this move from you! So long, you stupid pig from Yan Country."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly pulled the trigger, and a bullet sped out.

At such a close distance, there was no way to dodge.

"Ye Xuan, be careful!"

He Jun’s face changed drastically, and by the time he thought to fire his gun to stop it, it was already too late.

It was unexpected that the ambush by Black Mountain Eagle would be so insidious; his offensive moves were just a feint, while the real hidden weapon was the gun at his waist.

Everyone thought Ye Xuan would fall right there.

But in the next instant, something happened that made everyone’s eyes widen!

Ye Xuan’s head tilted to the right, twisting at an eerie angle as if he had no bones, narrowly avoiding the bullet.

"How... how is that possible?"

Black Mountain Eagle’s eyes bulged, almost biting his own tongue, with a look of seeing a ghost on his face.

Damn it! Is this kid made of rubber? Did he eat the "Demon Fruit"?

"You, too, shall pay with blood for blood!"

Ye Xuan turned his head over, his eyes coldly fixed on him, and walked toward him.

Black Mountain Eagle’s eyes flashed; he exchanged a glance with Wu Zongkui, revealing a fierce expression, and swung a punch at Ye Xuan.

Now that he had been spotted, at such a close distance, fists were more effective than guns!

Swoosh!

Black Mountain Eagle’s fist, bringing a fierce whirlwind, came cutting through the air, even more fierce than Wu Zongkui’s strike.

But just as Ye Xuan turned around, the sound of a fist cutting through the air came from behind him as well!

Wu Zongkui!

"Kid, go to hell!"

At that moment, Wu Zongkui’s eyes gleamed viciously, and he launched a punch at the back of Ye Xuan’s head.

In an instant, two fists almost reached him simultaneously!

Puff puff.

Two dull sounds rang out simultaneously.

However, they didn’t hit Ye Xuan; instead, two hands caught each man’s fist, blocking their attacks.

"You..."

Both men were shocked, having not anticipated that together they still couldn’t pose a threat to Ye Xuan.

The next moment, they suddenly realized something and tried to withdraw their arms, but it was too late!

Ye Xuan grabbed the arms of Black Mountain Eagle and Wu Zongkui with both hands, his legs leapt up, kicking into the shoulder sockets of both men, propping up their bodies, and then yanked their arms back with great force!

Puch!

Puch!

The sounds of bones breaking and tendons snapping could be heard, one arm from each man was forcefully ripped off by Ye Xuan, and their blood sprayed out fiercely, splattering both of their faces.

"Ah... my hands!"

Wu Zongkui stumbled backward, falling to the ground, and upon seeing the loss of his arms, the empty sensation on both sides filled him with extreme fear.

Black Mountain Eagle glanced to the right, glimpsing his missing right arm in a daze; upon looking at Ye Xuan again, his face was filled with terror!

On the battlefield of Spa Island and in the international realm, he also had a notorious reputation, making people pale in fear; one could say his name was well known.

He had never been afraid of anyone; rather, it was always others who were afraid of him!

Because he was savage, cold-blooded, and reckless!

But facing the freak that was Ye Xuan, he found himself afraid, feeling fear for the first time. In front of Ye Xuan, he was utterly powerless like a baby.

This young man was too strong, not someone they could handle!

"Run!"

After this thought flashed through his mind, Black Mountain Eagle felt his guts tear. He turned and ran without looking back.

Seeing Black Mountain Eagle fleeing, Wu Zongkui stood there in a daze and then looked at Ye Xuan, as if seeing a demon from hell.