Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 182 Tyrant Body Shatters Clothes

Chapter 182: Chapter 182 Tyrant Body Shatters Clothes

Slap!

Li Feng backhandedly slapped a sturdy man across the face, the crisp sound ringing clear.

"Damn your mother."

The slapped man turned around furiously and cursed out loud, throwing a punch straight at Li Feng’s face.

Li Feng had been waiting for the man’s punch, grabbed it mid-air, stepped forward, and smashed his elbow towards the man’s chin.

The sturdy man grunted and stumbled back, while another onlooker, surprised his fellow brother was at a disadvantage, exclaimed,

"Son of a bitch, he’s got some moves."

That said, the sturdy man threw a Dragon-subduing and Tiger-subduing Vajra Fist with a gusting fist power at Li Feng, who was standing right in front of him.

Li Feng flicked his wrist.

With a snap.

A coin struck directly on the sturdy man’s knee.

Hiss.

The man instinctively inhaled sharply, enduring the pain in his knee, and fiercely smashed a punch towards Li Feng, clearly willing to sacrifice his own well-being just to land this punch on Li Feng.

Li Feng lightly tapped his toes on the ground like a dragonfly skimming water and elegantly dodged the critical punch without even looking back. He hooked his foot, and the already unstable sturdy man plunged forward like a dog eating dirt.

"Heh, Lin Hao, you bring such guys to teach me a lesson? Isn’t that a bit rash?"

Li Feng mocked as he looked at Lin Hao, whose face was grim with anger. Lin Hao turned to Zhao Dawei beside him, "President Zhao."

Zhao Dawei’s expression darkened: "Haven’t you guys eaten? What’s this mess?"

This was embarrassing.

Zhao Dawei had to intervene personally, stepping forward with his robust body, his tiger-like eyes scanning Li Feng, who stood about six feet tall,

"Although I can’t tell your style, it seems you are somewhat skilled, which spares me from accusations of bullying the weak."

Li Feng outright scoffed.

Looking up at Zhao Dawei, "Bullying the weak, you really know how to dress up your words. Do you think you can beat me?"

"Kid, this is the Vice President of the Martial Arts Federation, a master-level expert."

"Ha, I bet he can’t understand. Let me put it this way: For someone like you, our President Zhao could beat ten of you with just one hand."

"More than that, even if our president just stood there letting you hit him, the one injured would be you."

Listening to Zhao Dawei’s lackeys heap praise, Li Feng could make out some hints. This Zhao Dawei was likely practicing Hard Qi Gong, given his brawny physique and bulging muscles, which could be problematic.

Zhao Dawei twisted his neck a couple of times and beckoned Li Feng with his finger: "Come, let me see what you’re made of."

Li Feng squinted at the self-assured Zhao Dawei. This man was planning to let him strike three times.

Who gave you the courage, Zhao Zilong?

Li Feng wouldn’t let such kindness go to waste: "Are you just going to stand there and let me hit you? How embarrassing."

Zhao Dawei smirked confidently at Li Feng: "I’ll let you strike first, so no one can say I bullied an amateur by crippling or killing you with my first move. It wouldn’t be considered a true victory."

"Come."

"You don’t have to knock me down, just make me step back and I’ll consider it your win, and I’ll let you off today."

Hearing this, Lin Hao sharply turned his head towards Zhao Dawei: "Zhao Dawei."

Zhao Dawei abruptly waved his hand, cutting off Lin Hao: "Young Master Lin, since you have invited me, you should trust my strength."

"Young Master Lin, just enjoy the show."

"Our president practices the Immovable as a Mountain Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth, and his legs are trained in the genuine Watch Mountain Gate Iron Plank Bridge."

"Hmm?"

Lin Hao didn’t understand the routines of martial arts, but it sounded impressive.

Li Feng curled his lips up, and since the opponent had so fiercely demanded it, he naturally declined respectfully and walked towards Zhao Dawei. The followers accompanying Zhao Dawei sneered repeatedly, while his two brothers wiped their lips, teeth clenched in frustration, a hint of disdain on their faces.

This guy was quite conceited, actually thinking their brother was being humble and underestimating the enemy.

Their brother practiced ’Immovable as a Mountain Golden Bell Shield.’ In motion, weaknesses might appear, but standing still, merely relying on punches and kicks wouldn’t even harm a single hair on their brother.

"Take my punch."

Li Feng stepped half a meter closer, suddenly advancing half a step, his fierce ’Fist Power’ blasting toward Zhao Dawei.

Zhao Dawei smirked, feeling the strike’s power wouldn’t even tickle him. Li Feng twisted his arm abruptly, turning the punch into a palm.

Smack.

A palm landed on Zhao Dawei’s chest.

After delivering the palm, Li Feng quickly stepped back, the muscular men beside sneered coldly.

"Idiot, Zhao Brother’s Golden Bell Shield has already reached an advanced level. The stronger you hit him, the stronger the recoil; if you attack without understanding, not only will you not affect Zhao Brother, but you will also hurt yourself with your own power."

"Thinking just because you know some moves you can show off; when facing a true expert, you’re nothing."

Several men looked at Li Feng with disdain; a salted fish is still a salted fish, always dreaming of turning over.

Lin Hao showed a pleased expression, "Well done, help me take down this bastard."

"Pff."

Lin Hao hadn’t finished speaking when Zhao Dawei suddenly spit out a mouthful of old blood, startling the bragging followers.

"President."

"Brother."

After spitting blood, Zhao Dawei’s whole demeanor weakened significantly. He looked up at Li Feng again, "You are actually a ’Dark Strength’ expert."

Zhao Dawei was at the peak of Visible Strength and, combined with practicing Golden Bell Shield Hard Qi Gong, was not weak; however, he had underestimated the situation, thinking the other was just an ordinary martial artist, never expecting him to be a ’Postnatal Dark Strength’ expert.

"A ’Dark Strength’ expert, him?"

The followers’ faces changed instantly. For those practicing martial arts, ’Postnatal’ consisted of three realms: Visible Strength, Dark Strength, and Hua Jin, with ’Innate Grandmaster’ being the level above Hua Jin.

But throughout Yan Country, an Innate Grandmaster was rare, with perhaps one hand counting those acknowledged as Grandmasters in a century, and even fewer were still alive.

To them, the peak of Visible Strength was already an insurmountable mountain. As for Dark Strength, it existed almost in legends, found only in old Sects and Martial Arts Families.

And Hua Jin was like the face and mainstay of a Sect or School.

A Dark Strength expert was not unheard of, but still rare to encounter. The key was the person was only in his twenties; could he be a once-in-a-century martial arts prodigy?

It seemed like they had kicked an iron board.

"President."

"Hmph, a ’Dark Strength’ expert, eh? I’ve been wanting to experience it myself."

Crack.

Before Zhao Dawei’s words ended, the sound of tearing clothes filled the air. Li Feng squinted as he observed Zhao Dawei, whose muscles bulged, bursting his clothes open, reflecting a bronze hue likely from a special Medicine Bath.

Iron Bone Golden Bell Shield.

This guy seemed quite capable.

By stages, Dark Strength was indeed a level above Visible Strength, but that didn’t mean Visible Strength couldn’t defeat Dark Strength, since Visible Strength involved mastering strength to an extreme, and without softening, it became extremely yang.

"Tyrant Body."

"Our president’s Tyrant Body indeed excites every time it is seen."

The followers’ spirits lifted, their president was not an ordinary Visible Strength expert, this Tyrant Body tearing through clothes was their motivation for practicing.

So handsome.

Perhaps no girl could resist such a domineering man, neither could men.