Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 119

Chapter 119: Chapter 119

Li Feng looked at the bald henchmen encircling him, subdued his breath, and in the next second, his toes tapped the ground as if he were an unsheathed blade.

He raised his hand toward one of the bald men’s chests and delivered a palm strike. The bald man facing him was only slightly stunned, but he didn’t take it seriously.

"I’m standing here letting you hit me. Just don’t aim for the groin. With those puny fists of yours."

Heh.

Contempt filled the bald man’s heart.

Li Feng struck out with a palm, then using the momentum to retreat backward. Snap, snap, snap, he delivered a palm to the chest of each of the other three bald men closing in from different sides.

"Are you trying to tickle us? I feel nothing at all."

"It’s like being hit by a woman."

"Kid, come here to daddy and let me take care of you." One effeminate bald man showed a lewd smile and lunged toward Li Feng.

"Ah!"

Wei Lan was almost in tears. These large men were nothing like the foppish gentlemen at the bar before. Just the muscles showing on these men were like hills, as formidable as bears.

Thud.

The lunging bald man suddenly went weak in the knees, dropping to the ground. His face turned pale as he looked up at Li Feng.

"You... you!"

The bald man clutched his chest, as if he were having a sudden heart attack, struck by myocardial infarction. It wasn’t just him; the others also suddenly felt a gripping pain in their hearts.

Their bodies convulsed, and one by one, they clutched at their chests and knelt down.

"What?"

Wei Lan was completely baffled. What was happening?

"Three-stage Skill."

Li Feng let out the breath he had been holding and his gaze swept over the four kneeling bald men. This eerie scene shocked the other bald men to their core.

What was happening?

These men didn’t shave their heads for fun; they were disciples of the Shaolin, having learned a body of powerful Horizontal Training. They were incredibly strong and vigorous, as if infused with chicken blood.

The remaining three exchanged looks, fully dismissing their previous underestimation. Their eyes communicated in silence, and the next second, they raised their fists and smashed them toward Li Feng.

Shaolin Long Fist.

"Crouch down."

Li Feng commanded, flicking his wrist and tossing two Chrysanthemum Coins backwards, then leapt off the kneeling bald man’s back into the air.

Clang.

The bald man shuddered, rubbing his own bald head with both hands.

"Ah."

The bald man was infuriated and howled as he lunged at Li Feng again. Li Feng nimbly moved his feet, raised his hand, and executed another Baji Break on his head.

Clang.

The bald man felt his head buzz, feeling insulted as if Li Feng had targeted his head for mockery.

"I’ll curse your granny."

The bald man went completely berserk, pouncing toward Li Feng like a starving tiger stalking its prey. Li Feng snorted and, instead of retreating, advanced.

He shifted to the side and raised his hand, Baji Break.

The bald man, who weighed over two hundred pounds, soared straight up off the ground, flying backward like a kite.

"Ah!"

Wei Lan screamed, and Li Feng turned his head to see another bald man reaching for her. Li Feng flicked his wrist.

Snap.

A Chrysanthemum Coin struck the bald man directly on the top of his shiny head.

The bald man stumbled, drawing in a sharp breath of cold air.

Snap.

Another coin popped out, hitting the bald man square on the head.

The bald man simply looked up at Li Feng with eyes blazing like an angry King Kong.

Li Feng didn’t even bother to walk up, flipping another coin casually, and the bald man, clutching his shiny head, began to seriously doubt his life choices.

Wei Lan quickly stood up and dashed behind Li Feng, her eyes wide with disbelief as she watched Li Feng bully this fierce and ferocious bald man.

This man really piqued one’s curiosity to death; how much was he hiding?

He was such a masculine figure, so why had he become a live-in son-in-law for the Zhang Family, and moreover, the way Zhang Xue treated him, it was clearly with disdain.

Li Feng’s coin-flipping humiliation enraged the two bald men, who howled as they lunged to fight to the death with Li Feng. Li Feng couldn’t be bothered to move, flicking two coins that hit both men squarely on their foreheads.

Their knees buckled, almost bringing them to kneel in front of Li Feng, but Li Feng simply swept their legs out from under them, striking both across the face with pinpoint accuracy.

It looked as though the men had thrown themselves forward just to get slapped by Li Feng.

"Damn, you Thirteen Grand Protectors think you’re all that but can’t even handle one person, and yet you have the nerve to ask me for two hundred thousand."

Huang Hai watched the fallen Thirteen Grand Protectors, never imagining the tables could turn so swiftly.

The bald man standing next to Huang Hai had a chilling expression, drinking in a breath, his legs shooting up as he stepped onto the luxury car’s hood, leaving two visibly indented footprints on it.

"Young man, you didn’t even bother to ask who I am among the Thirteen Grand Protectors."

The bald man leaped off the luxury car, even more robust and taller than the previous bald men, with a height of at least two meters—practically a small giant, his build comparable to Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson.

Crack, crack.

The bald man twisted his neck, making a cracking sound, and as he approached Li Feng, his shirt literally vibrated apart, and with a rip, his clothing tore into shreds.

Gulp.

Wei Lan watched the bald man and swallowed hard.

He was really muscular.

Li Feng frowned slightly; this bald man’s Horizontal Training was likely perfected and was by no means comparable to the previous bald men.

The explosive sounds emitting from the man’s muscles and bones indicated he was at least a master of open Dark Strength.

Li Feng’s grandfather was an old Taoist. Li Feng was born prematurely, deficient in innate vitality and was given to his grandfather’s care by his mother from a young age.

By his grandfather’s side, Li Feng encountered a world that urban dwellers never touched.

Within this world, martial skill was divided into five levels.

Entry level, open Dark Strength, hidden Dark Strength, Hua Jin, Innate.

Anyone who learned a few sets of martial moves could be considered at entry level, which wasn’t a high barrier. But after entering, one must refine skill until strength became as natural as life, until vital energy became strength—that was fully mastering the basics.

That was open Dark Strength.

The simplest characteristic was that a master of open Dark Strength could mobilize their whole body’s strength, focus it at one point, and normal opponents wouldn’t be able to get close.

"Hmph, come."

The bald man crooked his finger at Li Feng, his contempt and arrogance bleeding through his tone.

Li Feng shook off Wei Lan’s arm and stepped toward the bald man, slapping his palm towards the man’s chest.

The bald man sneered coldly, his muscles tightening instantly. His Horizontal Training was already refined to perfection, his brute physical toughness nearly impenetrable to blades or spears.

Relying on mere fists and kicks, he was almost invincible.

And this was no boast.

Li Feng approached the bald man, feeling his colossal, wall-like stature, and slapped his palm flatly over the man’s heart.

Hmph.

The bald man gave a cold and disdainful snort, as if it was nothing.

He readied his large fists.

Li Feng exhausted a forceful breath, his waist twisting, and a burst of Inch Force surged from his arm.

Three-stage Skill—it wasn’t just a simple slap and done.

Huh?

The bald man sensed something wrong; his chest suddenly felt like it was struck, his ribs emitting a dull thud, and he opened his eyes wide.

What is this...?