Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 183: Hammer Blast

Chapter 183: Chapter 183: Hammer Blast

Ah!

Zhao Dawei’s whole body shuddered as a burst of domineering energy spontaneously emerged, everyone by his side felt the oppressive force of that invisible aura.

Zhao Dawei took a quick stride forward like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, pouncing straight at Li Feng. Li Feng, tip-toeing back rapidly, soon found his back against the wall. Zhao Dawei raised his fist to smash.

Bang.

Brick and stone fragments splattered onto Li Feng’s face as Zhao Dawei’s punch actually made a hole in the hotel’s wall. Although this side wasn’t a load-bearing wall of reinforced concrete, it was still built of bricks and cement.

This was no shoddy work covered up with a single layer of wooden board and plaster; the Jiangshan Hotel was five-star, after all, and the construction materials were naturally top-notch.

"Hiss."

Several flunkies drew in a breath of cold air, too strong, explosively strong.

Lin Hao, whose face had been dark before, also curled up a trace of a smile. That’s more like it. He had invested one million as heavy capital—if it didn’t even make a splash, where would he put his face?

Li Feng dodged the punch and looked at Zhao Dawei, who was like a wild beast. A martial artist at the peak of the Ming Jin stage could be quite terrifying when they got fierce, especially the sheer force of their blows.

Zhao Dawei pulled back his fist and twisted his body, gesturing toward Li Feng with his fingers.

"Come hit me!"

Li Feng let out a breath, "Your request is really despicable, but since you ask so strongly, I’ll satisfy you."

Zhao Dawei lifted the corners of his mouth, watching Li Feng actually charge over with a sneer. He raised his arm, the air itself seemed to stagnate, stirring subtle ripples.

"Eat this punch."

Zhao Dawei’s punch was like a sky-breaking shock, shattering the mirror surface, while the entwining wind gusted like blades, sweeping toward Li Feng and making it difficult to even breathe.

His huge fist, like a meteor, smashed toward Li Feng’s face. Anyone else would have been scared senseless, but Li Feng, seemingly unaffected, moved half a step sideways like a ghost at that instant, dodging the punch and closing in.

Li Feng lifted his hand again, raining punches on Zhao Dawei. However, these punches seemed to hit solid stone, stirring not even the slightest ripple.

Zhao Dawei’s face was expressionless, not even feeling pain, his mouth coldly watching Li Feng make futile efforts.

"It’s useless, your fists tickle like a woman’s caress."

Zhao Dawei said, wrapping his arms in a bear hug to immobilize Li Feng. Li Feng ducked and slipped through his armpit to hammer at Zhao Dawei again.

"I already told you, it’s useless. You’re like a wimp to me; I can’t even feel the force of your punches."

Zhao Dawei finished speaking and, with a twist of his body, performed a Sweeping Thousands of Army move, his thick arm rolling over like a steamroller.

Li Feng ducked to avoid and threw a return punch to the soft ribs at Zhao Dawei’s side.

Zhao Dawei grunted.

Li Feng curled up the corners of his mouth, "Warm-up is over. Tyrant Body, is it? It’s been a while since I’ve had a punching bag."

Before Li Feng finished speaking, he took a quick step forward, punching hard at Zhao Dawei’s face. Zhao Dawei tilted his head, his body immovable.

Li Feng retracted his fist and turned to deliver a whip kick. Zhao Dawei was obviously irritated by Li Feng’s provocation.

"You’re dead."

However, Li Feng effortlessly dodged Zhao Dawei’s punch, striking Zhao Dawei’s face with yet another Sky Breaking Gate punch.

Seconds ticked by, and the flunkies, who had just been excited by Zhao Dawei’s rise, all fell silent, even somewhat disheartened.

Their boss’s attacks were all avoided, and the punches became slower and slower. Even they could see there was a problem.

Li Feng threw another punch. Clumsy like a raging bear, Zhao Dawei suddenly staggered and couldn’t even stand steadily.

It was over.

The boss, known as Immovable as a Mountain, was rendered powerless by another’s punches. Who would believe this if it were to be told?

Just when the other party did as they pleased, treating President Zhao like a punching bag.

Thud.

Li Feng’s blood surged through his veins, the alcohol he had consumed earlier completely dissipated, and instead of feeling fatigued, he was exhilarated.

It had been a long time since he had such an enjoyable fight.

Zhao Dawei was kneeling, his face as swollen as a pig’s head. Li Feng stopped with his fist raised; there was simply no place left to hit.

Li Feng retracted his fist and turned to look at the henchmen, who involuntarily swallowed their saliva and tightened their legs together.

"Get lost."

With a shout from Li Feng, the burly men scuttled away as if they had just been granted amnesty.

"Come back."

The men froze in place, their foreheads beaded with sweat as they looked at Li Feng, who was no mere mortal.

"Drag him away."

"Yes, yes," the burly men nodded repeatedly, dragging the president out of the room. Lin Hao also tried to sneak away, but just as he was about to run, a bottle cap thrown by Li Feng hit his calf, causing him to fall face first to the ground.

"Young Master Lin, I didn’t say you could leave."

Lin Hao turned over and looked at Li Feng: "Li Feng, don’t push your luck."

Li Feng burst into laughter three times.

"Young Master Lin, listen to what you’re saying. I’m pushing my luck? Perhaps you’ve got it all wrong. Didn’t you come here with your men to fight? And now you’re accusing me of pushing my luck."

As Li Feng stepped forward, Lin Hao backed away in fear, worrying that Li Feng would beat him up, considering he wasn’t as tough as Zhao Dawei.

"What do you want?"

Li Feng looked at Lin Hao with a slight smile: "Don’t be afraid, Young Master Lin. I don’t bite. In fact, there’s no deep hatred between us. Misunderstandings are better resolved than allowed to fester."

Upon hearing this, Lin Hao was momentarily taken aback.

Could it be that this guy was scared of his background and thus didn’t dare to completely fall out with him? That must be it.

Thinking this, Lin Hao felt somewhat emboldened. He was, after all, the second young master of the Lin Group. Who was Li Feng? No matter how strong Li Feng was, it didn’t change the fact that he was a nobody.

"Hmm, indeed, we have no feud. But you took my girl, and that was your fault."

Seeing that Li Feng was not enraged, Lin Hao felt even bolder.

"I ask you, did you sleep with Wang Jin’er?"

"What if I said no?"

"Heh, it seems you do have some self-awareness. Wang Jin’er is in the bedroom, right? As long as you leave this room, I can erase all our past grievances."

Li Feng looked at Lin Hao. Was it because he was too handsome, and thus unintimidating, that Lin Hao was under such an illusion?

"Young Master Lin, you seem to have misunderstood something?"

"Misunderstood? What misunderstanding?"

Li Feng looked at the clueless Lin Hao: "I did say misunderstandings are better resolved than allowed to fester, but the one who should be forgiven is me, not you."

Having said that, Li Feng stood up and walked to the bar.

"Today I learned how to make a certain drink from a pretty lady. How about this, if you can drink this glass, I’ll let you off."

Li Feng began to mix the Bomb Drink just as Fang Ting had taught him.

"Drink it, Young Master Lin, and you’re free to go. And I keep my word, I won’t hold a grudge against you afterward."

Lin Hao looked at the Bomb Drink. If he managed to leave after drinking that, it would be a miracle. The glass Li Feng was using was an oversized beer mug, and that drink must contain at least three bottles of alcohol.