Chapter 34: Bloody Street Battle!

  "Brother Knife panted heavily, his eyes turned bloodshot, staring fixedly at Ling Fei. Even his voice changed, buzzing with a menacing tone: 'You little brat! This is my true power! Prepare to meet your end!! Hahahahaha!!'"

  Ling Fei let out a sigh, turned his head to Yi Mo Dao and said, "This idiot is yours now." Yi Mo seemed eager to try as well, upon hearing Ling Fei's words, he excitedly nodded his head, took a few steps forward to stand in front of Ling Fei, pointed at the mutated Dage and laughed; "Big fool! We'll keep you company for a few rounds!"

  After finishing speaking, the demon-slaying Huo's brother Chao rushed over, but after transforming, his speed also became slower. He could only stare blankly as the demon-slayer flew up and kicked him in the neck with one foot, yet he only let out a muffled sound. Brother Chao's body didn't even budge!

  The demon king didn't seem to have expected that his attack would be ineffective, one foot stepped on the chest of Knife Brother, and with a sudden kick, he retreated backward. Knife Brother let out a cold laugh, stretched out his enormous hand, and furiously shouted: "Get back here!" The demon king, who was still in mid-air, had his ankle grabbed by Knife Brother, and was pulled back, spinning around like a straw before being smashed to the ground.

  Ling Fei didn't even look, and casually spat; "Stupid, let you show off, see if you can still fly next time..." The ground of the main road was suddenly cracked open, and Demon Slayer lay there, unknown whether he was dead or alive.

  Dage's loud laughter; "Hahaha! Challenge me? You're overestimating yourself!" After finishing, Dage took a glance at Lingfei who still had a calm expression, raised an eyebrow and thought to himself: "His companion was defeated by me, yet he doesn't seem worried at all? He's really cold-blooded... But it's precisely this kind of enemy that is the most fearsome..."

  He hadn't finished thinking, when the demon king slowly got up from the ground, muttering to himself; "Is that so... it seems I underestimated a fool... cough cough..." He said halfway, the demon king seemed to be choked by dust, coughing several times, but in the ears of the small knife gang and Knife Brother, it was different.

  Dage said disdainfully, "You're all seriously injured and still want to fight? I don't bully the disabled..." Suddenly, Dage's voice was cut off abruptly, as if it had been forcibly choked off. Only then did one see that Shimoshin's elbow was pressed against Dage's throat, his face red from lack of oxygen, seemingly unable to breathe.

  The demon king raised his head, sneering; "Little boy, who is the disabled person has not been decided yet!" After finishing speaking, the demon king suddenly kneeled on Knife Brother's **, and Knife Brother let out a miserable howl and covered his crotch, kneeling on the ground. The demon king then whipped his leg at his side face, kicking him flying away, sliding far on the ground before stopping.

  Ling Fei knew that Knife Brother was done for. With that one kick's force, his neck was probably already broken...

  Thinking of this, Ling Fei glanced at the dense crowd not far away. His voice was very light, but more than 300 people heard it clearly; "Do you still want to fight?" Silence, a piece of silence... No one dared to speak, and after about a few seconds of silence, someone shouted; "Kill him! There are only two of them! We can't be their opponents!"

  This group of people suddenly remembered that they had more than 300 people, why be afraid of two people? Thinking of this, in a loud shout, more than 300 people raised their weapons and prepared to kill Ling Fei and Yi Mo on the spacious road...

  ……

  Ling Fei seemed to have not seen the majestic three hundred plus people, and instead turned his head, charged forward, and ran to Yu Mo's side, casually throwing out a sentence: "Fight, but don't kill anyone..."

  Di Mo nodded excitedly and followed Ling Fei's footsteps, charging forward!

  Two men rushed into the crowd, like wolves entering a flock of sheep. Wherever they passed, there were continuous cries of agony. In less than twenty minutes, nearly three hundred people had fallen, and Ling Fei and Yi Mo had also been slashed several times, with fresh blood gushing out from their bodies.

  Ling Fei's black coat was torn, dyed dark red, and the golden bullet pattern also turned brown. Ling Fei sighed, gritted his teeth in pain, and took off his clothes, revealing his upper body. The streamlined muscles seemed to emit a soft glow under the newly lit streetlights. It wasn't until then that Yi Mo noticed that Ling Fei had a five-clawed golden dragon tattoo on his back, but it was now distorted by the knife wound. The wound was very severe, with skin and flesh torn open, revealing bone.

  That five-clawed golden dragon pattern on his entire back, however, gave off an inflated feeling. Diè Mó knew that this was an effect that could only be achieved when the tattoo was done at a very young age.

  However, he found it strange that he had never seen this tattoo before. But there was no time to think about it, as Ling Fei had already kicked down several of the small knife-wielding thugs who were trying to rush up and slash him. Ling Fei also cursed, "You dare to mess with my sister-in-law!? Fight! Later, I'll make you tired to death!"

  The demon king smiled apologetically and rushed towards the crowd...

  The battle lasted for an hour, and Ling Fei and Yi Mo were not gods, their physical strength also had a moment of exhaustion. At present, only thirty or forty people from the Small Knife Gang were left, others fell to the ground humming and whining, and those who were more serious directly fainted, while Ling Fei and Yi Mo were already covered in wounds and on the verge of collapse.

  Those thirty-four people seemed to be stunned by the ferocity of the two, hesitating whether to continue chopping down, but they didn't have a chance to hesitate.

  Because a sound of knife scraping the ground came from not far away, and it sounded like the knife was deliberately placed on the ground and dragged along. Judging by the sound, there were quite a few people. At first, the remnants of the Small Knife Gang thought that reinforcements had arrived, but then they thought again - all the members of the Small Knife Gang were already here, so who were these people...

  When they thought it might be Ling Fei and the others' reinforcements, their faces had already turned as white as paper. Soon, everyone clearly felt the ground shaking slightly, Ling Fei panting heavily, his head hit by an iron rod, blood flowing non-stop, blurring his vision, unable to see the situation in front of him clearly, he asked Yi Mo softly; "How many people are there exactly..." Yi Mo was also seriously injured and replied weakly; "Estimated to be around a thousand people..."

  Ling Fei nodded, and in his heart, he was basically certain that it must be Zheng Dong's people. Before leaving, he had been afraid of unexpected events and had specifically left Zheng Dong's phone number with Murong Shimei, instructing her not to call unless absolutely necessary. After all... Ling Fei also cared about saving face. However, if Murong Shimei really hadn't called this number, then today both he and Yi Mo would die here.

  Just as the two were talking, three or four men in black appeared on the slope of the main road, slowly walking forward. They wore black clothes and sunglasses, matching the quiet night color, with Tang knives in hand, bringing a psychological deterrent to the enemy that was not trivial. Soon, behind the three or four men in black, more and more groups of men in black emerged, dragging their Tang knives as they walked forward, stopping thirty meters away from Ling Fei's group. A chilling killing aura spread through the air.

  Some of the small knife helpers were so scared that their legs were trembling. After those black-clothed men arrived, they didn't rush to take action, but instead divided into two rows in an orderly manner, standing on one side and leaving a path, as if waiting for someone.

  Seeing this, Ling Fei couldn't help but laugh and said with a sigh: "Zheng... Zheng Dong that rabbit bastard... still likes to put on a show..."

  Before the words had fallen, a burst of footsteps came, and Zheng Dong was seen wearing a white suit, with a cigar in his mouth, walking casually towards the front. When he saw Ling Fei's miserable state, his mouth opened wide, and the cigar fell out. Zheng Dong didn't care about the many people around him, and hurriedly ran to Ling Fei's side. With a tone mixed with suppressed anger, he glanced at the group of small knife helpers and said hatefully: "Fei Ge! Is it them who hurt you like this?"

  Ling Fei seemed to have exhausted his strength, gritting his teeth and nodding slightly. Zheng Dong saw that Ling Fei was seriously injured and roared: "What the hell are you doing?! Hurry up and send Brother Fei to the hospital!!!"

  What happened next, Ling Fei didn't know... He rubbed his eyes and directly fainted, in a daze he vaguely heard Mu Rong's sobbing voice, as well as Zhang Qiao Na's loud cries, the doctor trembling with fear said... He was beyond saving...

  It wasn't long before Ling Fei's right arm felt numb and sore, a gentle and familiar energy flowed from the meridians of his right arm to his entire body, constantly repairing his body. Ling Fei knew that this was the spiritual power within his right arm...

  ……

  It was unknown how long it had been, but when Ling Fei opened his eyes, he only felt a sharp pain in his eyes and dizziness. He quickly closed them again. A nurse who saw Ling Fei's sudden movement immediately exclaimed, "Dr. Zhao! The patient is awake!"

  Haha... Many people wanted the protagonist to fall down, and this time he really fell.