Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 458 - 453: Sweeping Through the Unrivaled

Chapter 458: Chapter 453: Sweeping Through the Unrivaled

"I’m up!"

As expected, under the powerful temptation, there must be a brave soul.

No sooner had Fang Yizheng finished speaking than a cacophony erupted from below.

Having just emerged from the melee of a hundred fighters, many were still not convinced. After all, prevailing in such a free-for-all was often a matter of luck.

But Fang Yizheng only wanted to save time; with over four hundred people, it was impossible to let them pair off one by one for a bout—that would waste too much time.

A man who could stand out from a group of four hundred certainly had his own special skill.

The man who stepped onto the stage had a square face and a thick mustache; his explosive muscles were like those of a mighty dragon, brimming with formidable power.

Just walking a few steps, his stone-hard muscles tightly interwoven, their sheen of sweat glistening with power.

"I’m here to challenge!" the middle-aged man with the energy of a dragon and the agility of a tiger proclaimed arrogantly as he stepped onto the stage. "I’m not satisfied with the outcome of the battle just now. I got pushed off the stage."

"Well then, let’s see what you’ve got," Fang Yizheng made an exaggerated gesture, waving his hand at the four young men around the fight ring.

Though this fella was nearing seventy, he maintained himself exceptionally well.

Only his hair had turned white; his skin was as cared for as that of a middle-aged man.

"I want to challenge him!" the middle-aged strongman announced, pointing at one of the four young men.

"Be my guest," the youth he pointed at shrugged nonchalantly and walked to the center of the ring with an expressionless face. In the battle of a hundred just before, the young man had been as comfortable as a fish in water, barely facing any attacks. Even Zifeng had started to doubt, wondering if these four were playing a game of feigned weakness.

To watch them effortlessly and inconspicuously advance seemed suspicious.

Clearly a master, yet pretending to be a shrimp.

"Are you ready?" the muscular man struck an especially charming and cool fighting stance.

The young man with the hook nose on the other side of the ring relaxed with a smile, saying, "Ready anytime."

"Great! I’ll have you lying down when you leave today," the muscular man bellowed arrogantly, charging at the hook-nosed man with steps heavy as thunder.

The muscular man’s footing was steady, each step he took, and every blow he launched,

He aimed deadly at the opponent’s vital points, seeking to deliver a fatal blow.

But the hook-nosed youth, despite his slender build, moved more flexibly than a Spiritual Snake in the ring.

For every punch the muscular man threw, the hook-nosed could easily dodge.

At first there was some measure of testing between the two, but as the match drew on, the muscular man seemed to unleash all his strength.

And so, the two clashed together. The muscular man, as if chasing dragonflies, found the hook-nosed youth darting about the ring, dodging left and right.

Finally, the muscular man was streaming with sweat down his back, beginning to feel annoyed.

"What do you think, does this hook-nosed guy have any real skill?"

Lin Zifeng, half-smiling, looked at Black Hawk and Bu Chen from the railing on the second floor.

"Don’t know," Black Hawk answered, as straightforward as ever.

"I think this hook-nosed man has been suppressing his own strength all along. I haven’t seen him make any moves from beginning to end," Bu Chen’s gaze was sharp, and he quickly noticed the ploy, very much in line with Zifeng’s thoughts.

"I also think this bastard is playacting. I noticed him during the chaos of the hundred-men battle. Now it seems this guy must be hiding his true strength. He really is a tricky one," Long Yunfei cursed as he stared intently at the fight going on in the ring. He particularly disliked anyone who could pose even better than he could.

Indeed.

After batting back and forth like this for over ten minutes, the muscular man finally started to buckle under the sheer exhaustion. Pointing at the hook-nosed man, he exploded with curses: "Damn you, are you going to fight or not? Stop running like a headless chicken. What’s this, huh? I’m here for a contest, not to watch you catch mice."

On hearing this from the muscular man, the hundreds below burst into hearty laughter.

"Oh?" The hook-nosed man’s thick eyebrows raised slightly, a strange expression on his face as he looked at him.

"Then bring it on," the hook-nosed man said with a strange laugh, pointing at him.

"Damn it, watch how I cut you down!" Grinding his teeth, the muscular man tore off his sweat-soaked shirt, revealing his frightfully sturdy muscles that looked like iron.

Without another word, he took heavy steps, rushing with a fierce punch towards the hook-nosed man.

The hook-nosed man remained calm, watching quietly as the muscular man got closer and closer.

But just as the muscular man was about half a meter from the hook-nosed man, the hook-nosed man finally made his killer move.

"Thwack!"

The hook-nosed man’s whip kick shot out viciously, instantly pressing down on the muscular man’s shoulder like a mountain.

The overwhelming power hit the shoulder in a crushing blow.

The muscular man felt like it wasn’t the hook-nosed man’s thigh on his shoulder but a mountain weighing thousands of pounds.

It was so oppressive he could barely catch his breath.

"Roar—!"

The muscle man struggled to support himself, trying to hoist the eagle-hooked man’s thigh with his arms, but the strength of the eagle-hooked man’s thigh was simply too great. The muscle man grunted continuously, his face almost bursting with sweat.

Yet he couldn’t shake off the immense force transferred from the eagle-hooked man’s thigh.

"Can you handle it?" the eagle-hooked man sneered, his face full of a brimming smile that gave an eerie illusion.

"I can handle it, damn it!" The muscle man gritted his teeth, and large beads of sweat, like drops of water, streamed down from within his hair.

"Good, let’s add a bit more pressure." The smiling face of the eagle-hooked man slowly became rigid, as tremendous strength once again surged to the base of his thigh, adding endless pressure to the muscle man.

"I’ll destroy you!" The muscle man finally couldn’t bear the pressure any longer; with a loud roar, his arms tightly clenched into fists and hammered down on the eagle-hooked man’s thigh like two giant iron mallets.

The eagle-hooked man remained calm, his expression suddenly turned frosty.

The thigh resting on the muscle man’s shoulder suddenly pressed down hard, once again a massive force made the muscle man’s body sink further.

However!

Before the muscle man could react, the thigh on his shoulder used the momentum to propel the eagle-hooked man into the air; his other foot, silent and forceful, aimed straight for the muscle man’s chin.

When the muscle man saw a foot shadow attacking toward his chin, he was terrified to his core!

But no matter how he tried to resist, the thigh on his shoulder made it difficult for him to move a fraction!

It wasn’t until the eagle-hooked man soared into the air and kicked his other large creepy foot on the muscle man’s chin, that the muscle man’s body was finally thrown out.

The muscle man screamed, his chin completely smashed, his teeth nearly all kicked out, his mouth a bloody mess. His entire mouth was deformed.

But it seemed the eagle-hooked man had no intention of letting him go.

He quickly dashed on his toes towards the muscle man who hadn’t yet hit the ground, and the running posture of the eagle-hooked man was very different from that of a normal person.

Normal people run on the soles of their feet, but he ran on his tiptoes!

Right when the muscle man was about to hit the ground from the air, a sinister smile finally crept on the corner of the eagle-hooked man’s mouth.

The moment the muscle man was falling, the eagle-hooked man viciously raised his right leg and slammed his knee into the middle of the muscle man’s waist, instantly emitting a bone-breaking sound that echoed throughout the arena!

The muscle man stared with eyes wide open in death, limbs limp and powerless.

Only after the muscle man was completely dead, did the eagle-hooked man make a gentlemanly gesture to the several hundred people below, and then walked to the other side of the arena to wait quietly.

At this moment, not to mention the people under the arena.

Even Lin Zifeng and his group felt a surge of dumbfoundment.

This eagle-hooked man was too ruthless, right?

"Cough cough... so, is there anyone else who wants to come up and challenge?" Just then, Fang Yizheng, who had been watching from outside the arena, walked back to the center, with an expression that felt somewhat strange.

"I will!"

As soon as Fang Yizheng finished speaking, someone from below was eager and rubbing their hands, asking to come up for a match.

"Cough cough, then let’s begin," Fang Yizheng coughed twice and said no more, instead stepping to the other side of the arena.

The new challenger pointed at Warhawk, wishing to fight him, but without a doubt, he was defeated miserably and ended up dead, just like the muscle man!

"This kid is brutal!" Long Yunfei gritted his teeth in anger, everyone had come to compete, but there was no need to be so ruthless.

"I’ll challenge him!" Black Hawk, who had been itching to try, couldn’t stand this kind of sinister character.

"If it’s too much, don’t push yourself." Lin Zifeng only gave a light warning and didn’t stop him.

"Don’t worry, Brother Lin, I can take this kid down," Black Hawk said confidently, patting his chest to show he could handle it.

"Aren’t you going to stop him?" Long Yunfei stared at Lin Zifeng with wide eyes, watching as Black Hawk’s figure gradually moved down, he started to worry.

"No need, let him give it a try," Lin Zifeng said calmly, knowing the extent of Black Hawk’s abilities quite well.

"I’m up!"

Lin Zifeng understood Black Hawk’s temperament quite well; the guy, frankly speaking, was like a stubborn donkey, who wouldn’t turn back until he hit a wall.

"Oh? Another expert has arrived." Fang Yizheng licked his tongue, his eyes finally unable to hide a glint of excitement.

However, he quickly shifted his gaze towards Lin Zifeng at the railing of the second floor.

Lin Zifeng didn’t put on airs, he just chuckled and exchanged a glance with the old man, giving an impression of a sunny and simple demeanor. He thought Fang Yizheng would give him another look, but unexpectedly, he just glanced at him and completely ignored him as if he were thin air...

"This old geezer is way too arrogant, isn’t he?" Lin Zifeng muttered to himself.

Fang Yizheng scanned the audience calmly, then said with some excitement, "Who do you prepare to challenge?"

"Still that same guy," Black Hawk said quietly, pointing at the eagle-hooked man, without any extra words, straightforward and decisive.

His opponent, the eagle-hooked man, was silently smiling, looking very much like a cultured gentleman.

"Then let’s begin." Fang Yizheng nodded his head, starting to clear the arena for them.