The Strongest Urban Son-in-law
Chapter 297 - 296 Collective Anger

Chapter 297: Chapter 296 Collective Anger

"What is this kid trying to do?" Inside the venue, everyone’s gaze centered on Ye Feng, revealing looks of confusion. Even Han Yi frowned, thinking to herself, "Could he really be thinking of sitting in the judges’ seats?"

But after thinking about it, she deemed it impossible; the judges’ seats were reserved for the four Saint Hands and Divine Doctors of Dragon Country.

Each of the Dragon Country’s four Saint Hands was a Grandmaster-level powerhouse, and with their medical skills and status, they were in no way inferior to the legendary Martial King of the tales. Even a powerhouse from the Divine Realm would treat them politely and as equals.

And when it came to the Divine Doctors of Dragon Country, even a legendary Martial King would show utmost respect.

Even if Ye Feng were incredibly audacious, she doubted he would dare take a seat reserved for a Divine Doctor.

Yet at that moment, Ye Feng made his way to the judges’ seats and then saw the nameplate of the Divine Doctor on his seat.

Ye Feng naturally sat down in the Divine Doctor’s seat.

"What is this kid doing?" After witnessing this scene, the people present were dumbstruck, their eyes showing shock. Ye Feng had walked up to the judges’ seating and sat down in the Divine Doctor’s seat.

The spectators and contestants looked at Ye Feng, thinking he must be out of his mind, their expressions filled with over-the-top astonishment.

Han Zheng, who already disliked Ye Feng, was outright infuriated at the sight of him sitting in the Divine Doctor’s seat, bellowing, "You bastard, get off the Divine Doctor’s seat this instant!"

Han Zheng’s roar, sonorous and resounding, echoed in every corner of the venue.

"What is with this guy, doesn’t he know that’s the seat of a Divine Doctor? He even dares to sit there!"

"Yeah, where did this person come from, allowing him to sit wherever he pleases? Who does he think he is?"

The anger in the eyes of those in the audience and among the contestants couldn’t be hidden; they all looked at Ye Feng with loathing, displaying undeniable fury.

They felt their idol, the person they revered in their hearts, was being insulted by Ye Feng.

Han Zheng’s eyes seemed to spit fire as he stood up, "I’m going to take down that ignorant little shit myself!"

"Uncle, don’t. Let me try to talk him down. Please don’t disturb the peace. After all, we are the hosts. If we hurt someone here, won’t we be subject to ridicule? Please leave it to me with confidence!" Han Yi quickly said to Han Zheng.

"Fine! I’ll give you one minute to get that brat out of here, and I can forget this matter. Otherwise, I won’t let him off easily!" Han Zheng said angrily.

Although that’s what Han Yi said, she was actually scared that Ye Feng might harm Han Zheng. She had seen yesterday just how powerful Bruce was, far surpassing any ordinary Grandmaster. Han Yi was sure that Bruce was stronger than her Uncle Han Zheng.

If Han Zheng went to trouble Ye Feng, then surely he wouldn’t stand a chance against him. If Han Zheng were to be easily defeated by Ye Feng, with his proud ego, how would he accept that?

Han Yi quickly ran up to Ye Feng, with Li Yang following right behind, approaching Ye Feng.

Han Yi, with a frown and evident urgency, said, "Ye Feng, what are you doing sitting here? Come down with me right now!"

Ye Feng spoke indifferently, "This is my seat, so of course, I’m sitting here. Why should I leave?"

"Bullshit!" Han Yi got angry this time, glaring at Ye Feng: "Ye Feng, do you even know whose seat this is?"

Ye Feng asked lightly, "Whose seat is it?"

Han Yi said, "This is the seat of our Divine Doctor from Dragon Country, his judges’ seat. You can’t sit here!"

"Oh?" Ye Feng nodded indifferently, "Since it’s the Divine Doctor’s seat, then I haven’t made a mistake. Indeed, this is my seat."

Li Yang flew into a rage instantly, "You cur, utterly clueless! By saying that, you’re implying you are the Divine Doctor. Don’t you have the decency to see what you are, claiming to be a Divine Doctor. Are you even fit for that role?"

Ye Feng’s brow furrowed, "Both of you, leave. Don’t bother me. I’ve said this is my seat."

"Ye Feng, you lunatic! Get off this instant!" Li Yang’s eyes were crazed: "If you don’t leave now, don’t blame me for..."

"Scram!" Ye Feng got angry, raised his hand, and slapped Li Yang across the face.

"Boom!" In an instant, Li Yang was sent flying high, crashing to the ground, toppling many tables and stools.

That slap had utterly confounded Li Yang; his face swelled up, and then he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Ye Feng looked at Li Yang disdainfully, "You were yapping in my ear all day yesterday, did you really think I had no temper at all? If you make another peep, I’ll take your life!"

As the words fell, a terrifying pressure bore down on Li Yang, who then showed a look of fear in his eyes.

Li Yang initially wanted to curse at Ye Feng, but finding himself under Ye Feng’s gaze, he felt as though thousands of blades were continually slashing over his body, capable of claiming his life at any moment.

The intense aura from Ye Feng frightened Li Yang into holding his breath, not daring to speak.

Yet Han Yi was furious, "Ye Feng, what do you mean by this? Li Yang and I had good intentions coming to persuade you, but you’ve resorted to hitting him. Do you realize that you’re sitting in the seat of a Divine Doctor, whose status is even higher than that of a legendary Martial Artist? Do you know what the consequences of offending a Divine Doctor are? How can you act this way? Get off this instant!"

Ye Feng remained as relaxed as before, "I’ll say it one last time, this is my seat. I’m not leaving."

Han Yi, stomping with frustration, didn’t understand what was going through Ye Feng’s head. His sitting in that spot had already upset many people, especially her uncle. If a dispute arose with Han Zheng, he might not match Ye Feng. And the entire Han Family was not something Ye Feng could face alone. Han Yi certainly did not want any conflicts between Ye Feng and the Han Family.

Han Yi, anxious and blushing, looked at Ye Feng, "Ye Feng, please consider this a favor, just come down..."

"You scum, get down from there!"