The Strongest Urban Son-in-law
Chapter 358 - 357 Reluctant Han Ying

Chapter 358: Chapter 357 Reluctant Han Ying

Ye Feng, so young, had already reached the realm he had dreamed of, which made Han Ying feel unable to accept it.

If Ye Feng were a genius descendant from a hidden Martial Arts Family, that might have been acceptable.

But Ye Feng was just a son-in-law from Lin Tian City in Linnan Province, a frontier province.

In Han Ying’s view, Ye Feng was nothing more than a despicable commoner, yet such a commoner possessed a talent far surpassing his own—how could Han Ying not feel jealous?

However, at this moment, Ye Feng slowly stood up and walked step by step towards Han Ying.

Han Ying frowned and looked coldly at Ye Feng.

Han Wenbing, wary, stood in front of Han Ying and looked at Ye Feng, "Ye Feng, what are you trying to do?"

"Get lost!" Han Ying stood up and brutally slapped Liu Wenbin across the face.

"Slap!" The crisp, loud slap echoed in everyone’s ears; Liu Wenbin was bewildered and dared not to express anger or speak.

"Who let you stand out? Step back!" Han Ying shouted angrily.

Liu Wenbin nodded and stepped back. Han Ying looked at Ye Feng and said indifferently, "Ye Feng, I underestimated you just now. That was a test for you, and you passed it..."

However, before Han Ying could finish speaking, Ye Feng stretched out his right hand, which was like a spear, and instantly grabbed Han Ying’s neck, hoisting him high.

With a cold look in his eyes, Ye Feng said, "What are you to test me?"

Han Ying was shocked to find that a boundless True Essence burst forth from Ye Feng’s hand, instantly locking his whole body. Being grasped by the neck, he couldn’t resist at all and felt no strength in his body.

Han Ying was furious—him, the admired and respected prodigy of Longdu, was now caught by a commoner from Lin Tian City, humiliated publicly—how could he not rage: "Bastard, let go..."

However, Han Ying’s "I" hadn’t even managed to come out.

Ye Feng threw a punch at Han Ying’s stomach, the powerful punch sinking deep, and the fierce force blasted several people behind Han Ying to the ground.

"Wah~~" Han Ying vomited sour water, his forehead veins bulging, eyes showing pain, his expression utterly contorted.

Ye Feng released his grip; Han Ying stood before him, his body bending over, trembling, unable to support himself. Han Ying felt as if his internal organs had been displaced and there was a blazing fire within.

"Thump!" Finally, Han Ying knelt before Ye Feng, clutching his stomach, and he vomited violently.

Han Ying was so angry he was nearly mad—he had never been so humiliated.

The cause of all this was just a commoner from a frontier area. Han Ying’s fury and murderous intent had far surpassed the shock that Ye Feng had brought him.

Ye Feng extended his foot and stepped on Han Ying’s spine, looking down faintly at him, "You were so arrogant, why kneel before me now?"

Han Ying was so furious he nearly spat blood, trembling all over as he looked at Ye Feng, his eyes filled with bloodshot streaks, "Scum, you will definitely regret this!"

"Ah..." Ye Feng shook his head lightly with a helpless expression, then grabbed Han Ying by the hair.

Han Ying was lifted up by his hair by Ye Feng, who looked at him with eyes that were calm to the extreme.

"Do you really wish to die?" Ye Feng locked eyes with Han Ying; everything was overly placid.

Whether it was his gaze or his tone, it was terrifyingly calm, without a ripple—like he was discussing something very ordinary, very simple; it wasn’t worth causing even the slightest emotional fluctuation in Ye Feng.

It was this tranquility that frightened Han Ying, for Ye Feng’s calmness signified that he didn’t regard him as worth mentioning, which meant Ye Feng would kill him.

Han Ying fell silent; he was scared! His heartbeat accelerated; for the first time in his life, he experienced what true fear felt like!

Han Ying felt both fearful and angry, resentful.

He felt fear and humiliation from someone he deemed insignificant.

But Han Ying dared not utter another word, because he knew that if he kept babbling, Ye Feng would indeed kill him.

Seeing that Han Ying no longer spoke, Ye Feng casually tossed him away like throwing out trash.

Liu Wenbin and the others hurriedly caught Han Ying, whose inner fury was burning, completely unable to calm down.

From a young age, he had never felt so stifled; he had marked Ye Feng as his greatest enemy. No matter what, he had to kill Ye Feng; only by killing Ye Feng could he quench the fury in his heart.

However, Han Ying knew that he was no match for Ye Feng at the moment and had no way to kill him.

Master Mao, an early-stage Innate Grandmaster, was defeated by Ye Feng with one move, indicating that Ye Feng was at least a Middle Innate, possibly even a Late-stage Innate expert. If that was the case, the people here, including Liu Wenbin’s pistols, couldn’t even scratch Ye Feng.

Provoking Ye Feng now would only lead to his pointless death.

Han Ying knew that the hatred today couldn’t be calmed; if he wanted revenge, he could only bide his time, patiently and opportunistically, waiting for a chance to strike mightily and succeed.

Ye Feng indifferently looked at Liu Wenbin and the others, "If any of you were dissatisfied, feel free to speak up..."

Everyone was bowing their heads with ugly expressions, daring not to meet Ye Feng’s gaze.

They weren’t fools; even Master Mao was no match for Ye Feng, stepping forward would be a death wish.

Liu Wenbin felt an immense sense of helplessness, meeting a Young Master—a virtually impossible occurrence unless it was from those hidden Martial Arts Families. Yet, they had unluckily encountered one; Liu Wenbin felt he was terribly unlucky and didn’t know what to say.

Ye Feng looked indifferently at Han Ying, "I know you’re disgruntled. If you want revenge, I welcome it anytime, but let me give you a piece of advice—if you wish for revenge, first prepare a coffin..."

Ye Feng was overwhelmingly arrogant, not putting Han Ying in his eyes at all.