Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 302: Did Someone Get Killed?

Chapter 302: Chapter 302: Did Someone Get Killed?

No one would doubt the ability of a demonic muscleman to take a hit, at least everyone present felt a profound sense of powerlessness toward Zhang Tie.

This Zhang Tie, he was no ordinary man.

Zhang Tie, sensing Li Feng’s close-range strike, snorted disdainfully through his nasal tones. His muscles tightened fiercely, and in an instant, his body became as solid as a chunk of iron. At the same time, Zhang Tie’s arms wrapped around Li Feng like the pincers of a crab.

Dong Xin watched the scene unfold, her heart rising to her throat.

Even though she knew that within Li Feng’s unimposing body lurked a fierce beast.

A gleam flashed in Li Feng’s eyes—this Zhang Tie was really tough, but no matter how tough, he was still only human.

Li Feng’s fingers relaxed slightly and swept up the arm to the opponent’s wrist; Li Feng’s mouth curled into a grin, his fingers clenched tightly, and with a burst of Dark Strength in a tug, there came a snapping sound.

Joint-locking Technique.

Tendon-dislocating.

Hiss.

Zhang Tie felt a stabbing pain transmitting from his wrist, but he just furrowed his brow—it was nothing he couldn’t handle.

"Come here."

Zhang Tie barked sharply, his other hand reaching out to grab Li Feng.

Li Feng sneered swiftly extending his hand and twisting it over Zhang Tie’s fingers while simultaneously, his foot kicked lightning-fast at the tender area just below the stuck knee.

When it came to an understanding of the human body, Li Feng was an expert, even more professional than surgeons with twenty years of experience.

An inch below the knee, slightly to the inside, was the most vulnerable spot on the human calf, an area where vital meridians passed through. Li Feng didn’t use a lot of force but struck precisely at the critical point.

Zhang Tie’s calf reflexively bent from the pain. That’s when Li Feng twisted Zhang Tie’s fingers upwards.

Ah!

Zhang Tie let out a low growl. Despite his reluctance, his body obediently collapsed to one knee with a thud.

Li Feng watched, lips curled, as Zhang Tie’s forehead bulged with veins. The other man was clearly unhappy about kneeling and immediately struggled to rise.

Unfortunately, with his fingers caught by Li Feng, any thought of resistance was a daydream.

After all, "ten fingers connect to the heart."

Several meridians within the human body are connected from the hands to the heart.

And no matter how tough someone’s muscles are elsewhere, their fingertips aren’t covered by muscle—it can be said that a person’s ten fingers are also one of the most vulnerable parts of the body.

"Shall we continue?"

Li Feng narrowed his eyes at Zhang Tie, who knelt on one knee, trying several times to break free, but the agony of "ten fingers connect to the heart" made it all too easy for his steadily accumulated strength to dissipate instantly.

"What the fuck is this move?"

"That’s utterly shameless, twisting someone’s fingers; fight like a man if you have the skill."

"Exactly, using such despicable and shameless tactics is contemptible."

The members around stood up one after another, pointing and cursing at Li Feng; after all, if it ended like this, what would they watch.

"Zhang Tie, have you had enough? You lost, accept it."

Dong Xin felt relieved as Li Feng effortlessly subdued Zhang Tie. Although she knew that Zhang Tie was no match for Li Feng—after all, the Tyrant of the fighting ring was at least ten times more terrifying than Zhang Tie.

Zhang Tie was just a bit muscular, having practiced some Martial Arts. However, he was essentially a financial elite, a boss playing in finance, while the Tyrant was a professional Mercenary killer.

When Zhang Tie heard Dong Xin, he felt endlessly humiliated.

He lost?

How could he possibly lose?

He didn’t build up this body of muscles just to lose.

Roar.

Zhang Tie’s eyes turned bloodshot as he bellowed in a low roar, and the next second, there came another snap—Zhang Tie, enduring the pain, had forcibly broken his own finger.

"Fuck, Tie Bro, you’re my love."

"Tie Bro, wipe him out, and I’ll throw in ten million."

The members around watched as Zhang Tie went full hardcore, and they were pumped up like they’d been injected with chicken blood, jumping around and cheering for him as if it were themselves in the fight.

"Go to hell."

Zhang Tie’s eyes turned red, and his fist smashed towards Li Feng’s face like a comet, but Li Feng didn’t lose his cool. Tipping on the balls of his feet, he retreated like a dragonfly skimming over water while simultaneously grabbing Zhang Tie’s fist, leading it aside.

Four Ounces Move a Thousand Pounds.

The punch completely missed Li Feng’s face, but Zhang Tie’s bulky body pressed down like a small mountain.

"I want to see where you’ll dodge this time."

Zhang Tie lunged like a tiger, aiming to pin Li Feng to the ground.

Li Feng lifted his eyes, and a cold glint flashed through them as he suddenly raised his hand and slapped it against Zhang Tie’s broad and sturdy chest.

"Now this Sun Thief is out of the game.

"Hey, being pressed under Tie Bro must feel incredibly bitter-sweet."

"Bitter-sweet my ass. Do you think he’ll get tense around muscular men from now on, getting the shakes all over?"

Thump.

Zhang Tie suddenly felt a tremor in his heart, as if someone had squeezed it, and then the strength in his body deflated like a balloon with a leak.

Just a bit short.

There was reluctance in Zhang Tie’s eyes and rage as he looked at Li Feng, who was so close. Especially seeing Li Feng’s curled lips still smiling, Zhang Tie was furious.

Mmm.

Zhang Tie covered his chest with his hand and thumped down.

The next second, Zhang Tie knelt.

This sudden turnaround bewildered the onlookers. What happened? Wasn’t he about to pulverize Li Feng? How did it end up with him kneeling in the blink of an eye?

"Tie Bro, what the hell?"

"Exactly, stand up, man. Don’t let this Sun Thief get cocky. Beat the living daylights out of him."

"Tie Bro, give it your all."

But all they got in response was Zhang Tie’s burly body collapsing forward.

"What the fuck, what’s going on?"

Dong Xin was startled by the scene and hurriedly stepped forward: "You didn’t kill him, did you?"

Dong Xin was genuinely afraid that Li Feng had accidentally killed Zhang Tie, whose background was no joke. If he really died, even she couldn’t cover it up.

"Fucking hell, Tie Bro’s not breathing."

Someone checked Zhang Tie’s breathing and sucked in a cold breath.

Shit, they killed someone.

The people around were in an uproar. Although they weren’t close to Zhang Tie, even considered him a love rival before, they were all part of the same circle, where it’s impossible not to run into each other at some point.

Now, this newcomer Sun Thief had killed someone, and they couldn’t just stand by.

Wu Yi furrowed his brow and went up to squat in front of Zhang Tie, reaching out to check his nose.

"Master Wu, Tie Bro isn’t really out of breath, is he?"

The others looked to Wu Yi as well, as he had the strongest background and was the most convincing among them all.

Wu Yi slowly stood up and looked at Li Feng: "It was just a friendly sparring match. Why did you have to go so hard? Now that someone’s dead, I don’t want to waste words. Call the police and turn yourself in."

Dong Xin’s heart skipped a beat; the scenario she dreaded most had happened. Nevertheless, she refused to believe it and leaned in to check Zhang Tie’s breath herself.

Moments later, Dong Xin turned pale and sat down on the ground: "How could this happen!"