Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 382: You’re Just Cut Out for Moving Bricks

Chapter 382: Chapter 382: You’re Just Cut Out for Moving Bricks

"Heh heh."

Surrounding Li Feng, numerous foes wielding clubs formed a circle. With malicious expressions, they stared at Li Feng as if he were a trapped animal.

"Kid, there’s still time to kneel and beg for mercy."

Li Feng cursed back and waved his hand defiantly at them. The adversaries, caught off guard by his audacity even at death’s door, wondered if he really thought them so inept.

The leader, with a fierce look in his eyes, swung his baseball bat down hard at Li Feng.

The attack was ferocious, the swinging bat carrying the weight of the wind. Li Feng sneered and grabbed the bat in one swift motion, then stared back at the leader and brutally kicked him just below the belly.

Instantly, the leader’s lower body launched into the air, his form twisting like a struggling toad and slammed into the ground, face-first into the dirt.

The leader stood, covered in dust, while the surrounding foes were stunned by Li Feng’s sharp counterattack.

"This lad has some moves, let’s gang up on him."

Acknowledging each other with nods, the group swarmed Li Feng from all angles. But how could he alone face them all?

With a sneer, Li Feng tapped the ground with his foot and, like a cannonball, charged through them, creating a gust of wind. Those in front were too slow to react, and before they could swing their bats, Li Feng had slapped them across their faces.

Under the momentum,

the lead foe fell backward with a thud. Li Feng quickly halted, then spun around and delivered a devastating sidekick to a nearby opponent, sending him flying horizontally.

Using the force from the spin, Li Feng leaped up and smashed his fist into the face of another foe, creating a gap in the encircling crowd.

Ignoring those still behind him, Li Feng directly targeted the leaders.

At the front, the two leading foes, equipped with brass knuckles, had not expected Li Feng to break through the encirclement and head their way.

Li Feng, running at incredible speed, landed a punch on the face of one of them before he could even turn around. Sent reeling backward by the blow, blood gushed from his nose.

Then, another assailant lunged with a punch.

Li Feng effortlessly dodged and hooked his fist into the side of this attacker’s face. Using nearly 70% of his strength, the opponent flew like he had been hit by a truck, crashing headfirst into the ground.

Before he could even scream, Li Feng’s kick sent him spinning like a top, tumbling through the air.

Li Feng quickly removed the rope hanging from the gourd platform, looking down at Chen Xiaote, who was beaten quite badly.

"It’s not that I told you not to come, these people are not easy to deal with."

Li Feng, staring at the intermittently speaking Chen Xiaote, said, "Don’t talk; they’re just trash."

"Li...!"

Chen Xiaote’s eyes widened in sudden alarm as he saw Tiger, with a baseball bat, viciously swinging at Li Feng’s head.

Though it was too late for Chen Xiaote to warn him, Li Feng had already caught the baseball bat mid-swing, stopping it dead in the air.

The oncoming foes gasped at this scene; everyone knew of Tiger’s formidable strength. Tiger was once a pro weightlifter, only retiring due to certain circumstances.

Tiger’s arms were known as the Iron Arms, and his baseball bat wasn’t made of wood, but solid iron.

Imagine the damage—wherever it hit, it would break bones; a blow to the head could cause a concussion severe enough to transform someone into a vegetative state.

He could have died on the spot and it wouldn’t have been strange.

Sun Thief actually took Brother Tiger’s hit head-on. Was it real or fake? Did Brother Tiger not put in his full strength just now? He must have. If he had used his full power, he would have killed someone.

Li Feng put down Chen Xiaote and slowly stood up, twisting his body to look at the fierce-looking Han Dynasty, speaking coldly.

"Three hundred thousand."

"What?"

"That’s too high."

Brother Tiger was a bit confused, but was provoked by Li Feng’s disdainful gaze. I hadn’t used my full strength just now; let’s see how you take this one.

Li Feng watched as the other party swung the baseball bat again, exposing all his vulnerabilities as if he had his full confidence handed to him on a silver platter.

As the baseball bat swung down, Li Feng swiftly sidestepped, making the strike miss completely. Brother Tiger hadn’t expected to miss and immediately howled, swinging the baseball bat in a sweeping strike.

But Li Feng was already standing more than an arm’s length away; the baseball bat missed him by inches as Li Feng stepped toward Brother Tiger.

Brother Tiger also felt something sinister. He swung the baseball bat again, but as it struck down, it hit nothing. Li Feng was standing as if he had anticipated the exact spot where the bat would fall.

Li Feng walked up to him, "You don’t seem to understand what I mean."

"With your level of skill, three hundred thousand is way too much. You’re only worth three hundred. With that little strength, you’re only fit to move bricks."

"You’re only fit to move bricks."

Brother Tiger’s eyes bulged with rage, obviously stung by Li Feng’s words. He had moved bricks before, and it was precisely because he didn’t want to move bricks that he had become the current Brother Tiger.

Li Feng faced the enraged Brother Tiger without dodging this time, closing the distance quickly and stabbing his hand towards the kidneys like a jolt of electricity.

Brother Tiger, poised to attack, felt a pain in his waist, and his strength deflated like a punctured balloon.

Li Feng twisted around with a return elbow strike.

Huh!

Brother Tiger’s ribs seemed to break, his raised hand involuntarily dropped, and Li Feng seized his arm, delivering a crushing shoulder throw.

The entire sequence of moves flowed seamlessly; the considerably larger Brother Tiger was completely taken down by the shorter Li Feng.

A muffled sound followed, with clouds of dust billowing.

Gulp.

Brother Tiger was left powerless to retaliate. What just happened?

Li Feng straightened up, stepping on Brother Tiger, his gaze sweeping over the crowd like he was overseeing all life, focusing on the opposite Shamate, "Who else wants to try? Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance."

The remaining Shamate, watching Brother Tiger’s pitiful state, lacked the courage to come forward for a beating. They were fine with using numbers to their advantage or bullying the weaker, but when faced with a real challenge, they faltered.

"Stay away."

But not everyone was out of the game. His Shamate companions snapped back to reality just in time to see one of their brothers start up a forklift.

"Run!"

A dozen Shamate quickly dodged to the side as the brother in the forklift charged directly at Li Feng. The forklift wasn’t moving fast enough to prevent evasion. Li Feng could dodge, but Chen Xiaote, who had been severely beaten, couldn’t.

"Go to hell."

The Shamate driving the forklift had his head wrapped in a bandage, the same one who had his head busted by a wine bottle wielded by Li Feng yesterday.