Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 502: Embarrassed Again

Chapter 502: Chapter 502: Embarrassed Again

"Die, baldy. I know you like pretty boys, but with so many people watching, show some class," Li Feng spat.

"Class my ass," the bald brute turned his head toward a boss-like figure trying to look respectable. "You talk about class, but aren’t you running a bathhouse too?"

"You!"

"Can you two stop squabbling the moment you see each other? It’s making us a laughingstock."

Just then, another young man stood up. He was about the same age as Li Feng and dressed in a suit, exuding an elite vibe.

"Li Feng, now that you’re here today, don’t think you can leave unscathed. You dared to offend Young Master Zhou, so be prepared to pay the price."

"You heard what Young Master Zhou said earlier. It’s shameful to submit on your own, but at least you won’t lose your life. However, if we make a move, you’re going to suffer much more."

"It wasn’t easy for you to get where you are today. Isn’t living a good thing?"

Li Feng glanced at him, noting he was somewhat smart.

"I’m here to find Zhou You today."

"Whoever dares to stop me, be it gods or Buddhas, I’ll strike them down."

"Hah, strike down gods and Buddhas? You think you’re the Monkey King? I think you’re just here for laughs."

"I’ll take care of him, Boss Bai."

The bald strongman stepped forward, gripping the heavy baseball bat in his hand. "Looking for a fight, are you? Come on then, keep going."

Holding the bat with one hand, he pointed it directly at Li Feng’s nose. "This special custom-made bat weighs eighteen pounds. Let’s see whether your mouth is tougher or my bat."

"Gods or Buddhas, huh?"

"Ha ha ha."

Li Feng’s eyes lifted, and with a swift motion, he grabbed the bat and twisted it out of the man’s grip. Stepping forward, he jammed the end of the bat into the laughing man’s mouth.

Instantly, the laughter stopped abruptly.

Li Feng’s foot soared in a side kick and struck the man’s chest, sending him flying like a kite, sailing through broken glass and leaving a trail of blood before finally coming to a halt.

The surrounding thugs gasped sharply.

Li Feng swiftly turned and stepped forward, facing another boss who saw the ferocity of his strike. This guy wasn’t just some pretty face.

"Attack him!"

The boss’s underlings sprang into action like unleashed tigers, growling as they lunged at Li Feng.

Li Feng’s eyes were cold, and a murderous flash crossed his gaze as he flicked his wrist.

The oncoming thugs felt a sharp pain, their vision suddenly flooded with red.

"Ah!"

"My eyes!"

"Hisss."

The onlookers sucked in another breath of cold air as they watched their comrades fall prey, seeing no move from Li Feng.

"Hidden weapons."

"This guy is so crafty."

"Damn it, all of you attack together. How many hidden weapons can he possibly have?"

The bosses exchanged glances and nodded. If they couldn’t take down one man, they might as well quit the world.

"Everyone, go at once, take him down!"

At the command, the thugs swarmed around Li Feng. He smirked coldly, contemplating just how many hidden weapons he had.

He actually didn’t know how many toothpicks there were; he had merely grabbed two boxes of them casually while eating at a street stall that evening, without really counting them.

Li Feng grasped a handful of toothpicks between his fingers and, with a pivot of his foot, executed a "Heavenly Maiden Scattering Flowers." Countless toothpicks shot out in a 180-degree, no-dead-angle barrage.

In an instant, the people rushing him were hit by the toothpicks, many of which pierced right into their flesh, and some even penetrated their throats, causing blood to spurt and screams to ensue.

Li Feng lightly tapped the ground with the tip of his foot, pouncing on the somewhat chaotic crowd like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, his strikes as sharp as knives, leaving people and horses overturned in his wake.

Snap.

Li Feng grabbed someone’s arm, dislocated the joint with a twist, then rammed his shoulder into them, making them fall backward.

Someone swung a steel pipe from behind in a sneak attack, but Li Feng, turning back, grasped it immediately, shocking the attacker.

Li Feng snatched the steel pipe and, with a "Stick Technique" thrust, targeted the person’s throat, causing them to clutch their neck as if suffocating.

Holding the steel pipe, Li Feng struck like lightning; each blow aimed precisely at the opponent’s vital spots, and the clean, crisp force sent the attackers tumbling down one after another.

Many surrounded Li Feng only to be beaten back, their hearts pounding with increasing fear as the fight continued.

"Glug, what’s the background of this guy?"

"You’re asking me? Who should I ask? Wasn’t he said to be just a pretty boy? But this pretty boy fights so fiercely, even more brutally than us veterans."

"Sister Yu, this bastard is too powerful, right? Can’t so many of us beat just one of him?" Standing in a private box, Jiang Feiyan watched the chaotic brawl unfold below through the glass, her heart racing.

This was a man.

A real man.

So strong.

Originally resentful after being slapped by Li Feng, Jiang Feiyan wished her teeth could itch with hatred for him. He even struck such a beautiful woman like her, utterly lacking manners, quality, without shame, the dregs of society.

But now, watching Li Feng dominating the fray, unstoppable, Jiang Feiyan’s heart began to change; it seemed he didn’t just hit women.

Zhou Yu frowned, observing Li Feng’s clean and efficient strikes: "That’s Martial Arts."

"Martial Arts?"

"Yes, his opponent’s moves are clearly ’Joint-locking Techniques,’ and each strike is deadly, going straight for the vital spots without any superfluous movement. This is completely different from the kung fu of the world."

In just moments, Li Feng broke through the ranks of the thugs, leaving quite a few lying behind him, while those still standing seemed too scared to advance.

Li Feng stood below the stage, his eyes lifting to meet Zhou You’s, who felt a panic inside.

"Stop him, you useless fools!"

Zhou You shouted, then turned to run, but Li Feng threw the steel pipe in his hand, which spun and hit Zhou You’s leg.

Thud, Zhou You fell to the ground.

Li Feng leapt onto the stage, and walked toward Zhou You, who, in fear, turned around: "Why aren’t you stopping him?"

Zhou You yelled orders, but the thugs below exchanged glances, hesitant and too afraid to act.

These street thugs were used to backing down from tough opponents, and Li Feng had just single-handedly swept through dozens of them; and now with many lying on the ground screaming in agony, some even crippled.

"Go up, save Young Master Zhou; I’ll give a hundred thousand to each person. If something happens to Young Master Zhou, none of us can afford to stay in Yunhai."

The thugs could hesitate, but the bosses dared not. If anything happened to Zhou You, none of them would get away.

As the bosses grimly took the lead to charge the stage,

"I’ll take responsibility for anything that happens—kill him!" Zhou You, looking at the group of thugs surging forward, was also ruthless.

Li Feng had made him lose face to the extreme.

For the second time.

"Go to hell."

One of the bosses, wielding a curved knife, swung it with the blade still shimmering with a cold light.