Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 131: Half Side of the Dragon

Chapter 131: Chapter 131: Half Side of the Dragon

Bear Fatty moved like a rabbit freed from its cage, his obese body surprisingly nimble, leaving spectators in stunned disbelief.

Just as Li Feng dodged the Eight-cutting Saber, Bear Fatty’s fists came at him like a sudden tempestuous rain.

His punches were tight and impenetrable.

Li Feng saw countless fist shadows before him. Wing Chun itself adheres to the belief that nothing can defeat speed in martial arts, and this clumsy fatty’s punches came as fast as thunder, leaving one nearly breathless.

Li Feng’s eyes flashed, and he suddenly unleashed a side kick.

Bear Fatty’s figure stalled, his hefty body flying backward like a cannonball. Staggering back several steps before stabilizing, he clutched his chest and lifted his eyes.

A gust of wind swept towards him face-on. Bear Fatty raised his hand to block, but Li Feng was faster; his punch broke through the air, striking instantly.

Boom.

The punch landed squarely on Bear Fatty’s nasal bridge, and instantly blood sprayed from his nose.

Bear Fatty stumbled back two steps, wiping at his bleeding nose.

"Impossible!"

"Impossible," Bear Fatty bellowed, unable to believe it. He rallied his strength and charged at Li Feng once again with rapid Wing Chun punches, but Li Feng effortlessly raised his hand as if waiting for the attack, seizing the other man’s wrist.

With the speed of lightning, Li Feng kicked, and Bear Fatty’s lower body flew up, his broad figure crashing down in front of Li Feng like a toad.

Bear Fatty’s face hit the ground, even his front teeth couldn’t be saved: "This can’t be happening."

Bear Fatty was a direct disciple of Wing Chun. Despite his wide girth, his punch speed was barely affected, and after more than twenty years immersed in Wing Chun, his combat experience was vast. How could he lose so utterly without any chance to fight back?

"Gulp."

Gu Mei was also somewhat shocked. Bear Fatty was truly an expert eight times over, yet he was as powerless as a kindergarten kid before his opponent.

It wasn’t just Bear Fatty insisting on the impossibility; even she found it hard to believe.

Li Feng stepped onto Bear Fatty’s body and turned his head towards another one of Long Jiutian’s Five Tiger Generals’ underlings, Python Sun Mang.

Sun Mang felt like prey under the gaze of a wild beast as Li Feng looked at him. He immediately drew out his weapons, a pair of short daggers curved like crescent moons.

"I don’t care who you are, you must die tonight."

After declaring his intent, Sun Mang’s toes tapped the ground, darting towards Li Feng with the agility of a dragonfly skimming water, his dagger thrusting straight for the throat.

Li Feng leaned his head back, dodging the short dagger’s attack.

Sun Mang did not pause his assault. The short daggers, weapons for close combat, were quick, steady, and ruthless, crossing and pressing the attack.

Slash.

Li Feng glanced down at his chest where his clothes had been sliced open.

"Hmph."

Sun Mang, true to his name, was as venomous as a snake, and his attack was tricky and vicious. He carried the heavy aura of a warrior donned in iron armor.

His sole purpose was to kill.

This Sun Mang must have gone through some kind of training camp.

Li Feng flipped his wrist, and a coin appeared between his fingers. Li Feng liked these coins; not only could he spend them as money, but they were also perfect as hidden weapons, widely available and unlikely to raise suspicion.

Suddenly, Li Feng flicked his wrist.

Pop!

The coin shot straight for Sun Mang’s right knee. Almost all of Sun Mang’s attention was focused on the attack; at such a close distance, the hidden weapon arrived almost instantly.

Li Feng stepped back as Sun Mang stumbled amidst his relentless onslaught, instantly revealing a flaw in his attack.

Li Feng’s hand struck like lightning to grasp Sun Mang’s wrist and, with a technique that dislocated his joints, "kacha"—he directly dislocated Sun Mang’s wrist.

Sun Mang, in pain, swiftly snapped back to his senses, his other hand flipping the short dagger in an attempted horizontal sweep. Unfortunately for him, Li Feng was one step ahead, having already anticipated this move and was waiting for him.

Crack.

With another dislocation technique, Li Feng rendered both of Sun Mang’s hands useless, taking the two short daggers into his possession.

*thud*

Turning his wrist, the short daggers, like the deadly fangs of a snake, plunged through the shoulder joints of Sun Mang.

With a flying kick, Sun Mang was lifted from the ground and hurled seven or eight meters away.

With the main threats down, Li Feng effortlessly disposed of the remaining lackeys in no time.

Li Feng walked toward the sofa in the rest area, towering over Gu Mei with a superior gaze.

"Have you decided?"

Gu Mei, biting her cherry lip, lifted her eyes to Li Feng, "You at least have to tell me who you are."

"My name is Li Feng."

"Li Feng?"

"Some people call me Hidden Dragon," Li Feng added. He used to prefer keeping a low profile, and his fame was limited to specific circles.

On the streets and among riffraff, most had never heard of him. Compared to the well-known Night Emperor Lu Jie, the Hidden Dragon of Huacheng, Li Feng was relatively unknown.

"You’re Hidden Dragon Li Feng?"

Gu Mei’s look towards Li Feng changed again and again, her tone clearly indicating she was aware of who he was.

Li Feng.

Hidden Dragon of Huacheng.

She never imagined that the shrewd old Hidden Dragon she had heard of would be so young, just in his twenties. But this Hidden Dragon, Li Feng, was certainly no benevolent figure.

Those street thugs who fought over protection money and territory, running rackets and acting tough—it was all small-timer stuff, doomed never to make it to the big leagues.

Li Feng was different.

He was a fierce beast, the kind that devoured people without spitting out their bones. He toyed with money and power, and countless companies were his prey. Yet many wouldn’t know how they went bankrupt until their dying day.

Gu Mei clenched her fists, her eyes as if trying to etch the image of Li Feng into her heart.

"You know me."

"I do. The renowned Hidden Dragon of Huacheng, Li Feng—it would be hard not to have heard of you. I just never expected you to be him."

"You didn’t keep me here because of my body."

"Speak. What is your objective?"

"My objective?"

Li Feng gave a faint smile as he looked toward Gu Mei, who furrowed her brows, "You want to kill Long Ao, so you took out Long Jiutian to lure the Dragon Lord to Huacheng?"

"Heh, I bear no grudge against the Long Family; they were the ones who provoked me first."

"Hmm?"

Li Feng shrugged his shoulders and sat down on the sofa.

"It’s just his bad luck, I suppose. I’ve been the target of assassinations quite a bit recently, and he’s not unconnected."

"So, I need to nip it in the bud, to kill the chicken to scare the monkey."

Gu Mei looked at Li Feng, speechless. All this stirred up trouble with the terrifying power of the Long Family in Huacheng—who didn’t know the Long Family owned half the city’s entertainment venues, with an astonishing background.