?42: Chapter 42: Bullying Two with One 42: Chapter 42: Bullying Two with One “Old Wise!” Just when Ye Feng thought he had victory in his grasp, the elderly man called Old Dragon bellowed and lunged at Ye Feng.

    Upon hearing Old Dragon’s warning, Old Wise promptly launched an attack on Ye Feng.

    Old Dragon and Old Wise, as longtime partners, had their own routines.

    Seeing Ye Feng’s prowess, they were forced to resort to their own Combined Attack.

    “Ha!” Old Wise shouted, raising his fist and launching a frenzied attack on Ye Feng.

    His Fist Shadows were like a violent storm, causing Ye Feng to be dazzled and forced to momentarily avoid his edge and retreat.

    But the situation was clearly not that simple.

    Old Dragon had already set up an ambush on the path Ye Feng had to retreat through.

    “Ah!” Old Dragon also roared, raising his foot and flying a kick at Ye Feng.

    The severe friction between his foot and the air made a faint tearing sound, indicating that both the force and speed of this kick were extremely high.

    Realizing the peril, Ye Feng quickly rolled on the spot, narrowly dodging Old Dragon’s kick, and though the danger was averted, Ye Feng appeared quite disheveled.

    “Now is the time.” Just when Ye Feng thought the danger was over and breathed a sigh of relief, Old Dragon and Old Wise simultaneously shouted, and then Old Wise’s right hand grabbed Old Dragon’s left hand.

    “Go!” After grabbing Old Wise’s hand, Old Dragon yelled and hurled Old Wise with all his might.

    “Die!” Thrown forward, Old Wise rapidly approached Ye Feng, and in mid-air he cruelly shouted and stretched out his massive fist toward Ye Feng.

    Ye Feng was already somewhat overwhelmed by Old Wise’s original attacks.

    Now that Old Wise had increased his speed and power, Ye Feng was unable to defend himself and was directly struck in the chest, flying backward.

    “Great!

    Just like that, beat him to death.

    Uncle Dragon, Uncle Wise, well done,” Zhang Jun shouted excitedly, seeing Ye Feng disheveled and flying out.

    “Huff!” The punch made Ye Feng suffer greatly; even though his physique was enhanced, his chest was in severe pain.

    After all, the punch had not only Old Wise’s power but also some of Old Dragon’s power.

    His hurl had significantly increased Old Wise’s strength.

    Ghost Trace Steps!

    Ye Feng rubbed his chest, a playful smile appearing on his face.

    Under Zhang Jun’s astonished gaze, he turned into a remnant shadow and lunged at Old Wise.

    Ghost Trace Steps was a particularly impressive movement technique within the Strong Body Combat Technique, characterized by its lightness, agility, and illusion, often catching the opponent off guard and inflicting fatal damage.

    Ye Feng, taking the front as the entry point, prepared to attack Old Wise, but Old Wise reacted quickly and was instantly ready to defend.

    However, seeing Old Wise’s defensive posture, the corners of Ye Feng’s mouth slightly lifted, and he instantly changed his tracks, arriving behind Old Wise and swiftly launching an attack.

    “Old Wise, be careful.” Although Old Dragon promptly warned him, it was too late.

    Just as Old Wise tried to dodge, Ye Feng’s fist had already struck his back.

    Inch Punch!

    Ye Feng’s attack was not a direct punch but started with the tips of his palms.

    After striking the opponent’s back with the palm tips, he quickly switched to a half-fist form.

    The half-fist involved bending two finger joints into a fist shape, using the middle joints as the knuckle.

    Of course, that wasn’t the end of it.

    After fiercely striking the opponent’s back while in the state of a half-punch, Ye Feng bent his fingers again and tightly clenched his fist.

    At the same time, he exerted force with his waist, chest, and legs, unleashing all his strength into his fist and fiercely striking out.

    This is the Inch Punch, to be precise, it’s the Three-Inch Punch from within the Inch Punch technique.

    The Three-Inch Punch emphasizes unleashing three powerful attacks in an extremely short distance and time, especially the final blow, which can unleash the maximum strength that one’s body can bear.

    Even for a master like Lao Zhi, he couldn’t withstand Ye Feng’s punch.

    Ye Feng’s punch almost cost him his life.

    If it weren’t for the critical moment when he tensed his muscles to minimize the damage, he probably would have already gone to meet King Yan.

    “Ah!”

    With a scream, Lao Zhi was sent flying by Ye Feng, falling face first into the ground, an utterly disgraceful sight.

    This was exactly the result Ye Feng wanted to see.

    Having been sneak attacked by Lao Zhi just now, Ye Feng would not feel at ease unless he returned the favor.

    Thus he didn’t hesitate to exert all his strength, even using the explosive tactic of Inch Punch, just to properly vent his anger.

    “The debt you owe me, I will definitely make you pay,” Ye Feng said coldly as he stared at Lao Zhi, then suddenly turned his head and glared at Zhang Jun, looking very menacing as he spoke.

    “Seeking death!” Seeing Ye Feng ignore him and instead threaten Zhang Jun, Lao Long bellowed and pounced toward Ye Feng.

    “Hmph!” Seeing that Lao Long still didn’t know better, Ye Feng snorted coldly.

    He met the other’s fist with his left palm, confident enough to counter a fist with a palm.

    ‘Eh?’ Lao Long was somewhat surprised, not understanding Ye Feng’s intentions.

    When Ye Feng changed his palm to a claw, gripping tightly onto his right fist, that’s when he panicked.

    Lao Long tried to pull his fist back, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t free it.

    Ye Feng’s hand was as strong as steel, exerting a great force.

    Lao Long even felt as if he was gripped by a robot.

    Ye Feng loved this feeling the most—when he saw his opponent, no matter how hard they tried, unable to break free, it gave him an unparalleled sense of exhilaration.

    “Taste my fist.” Seeing Lao Long struggling without success, Ye Feng chuckled and suddenly delivered a right punch, which exploded with a roaring rush of power.

    Thud!

    As Ye Feng struck Lao Long’s chest, Lao Long showed a pained expression, his body staggering backwards.

    Luckily, Ye Feng was holding his right hand, or his fate would have been the same as Lao Zhi’s.

    Shoulder throw!

    Ye Feng was not so kind; his tug on his opponent had a purpose.

    As Lao Long weakened, Ye Feng executed a beautiful shoulder throw, slamming him to the ground.

    “Go to hell, you beat me so badly before, trample this scumbag to death,” Although Lao Long had fallen, Ye Feng still wouldn’t let him off, continuously stomping with his foot while cursing non-stop, seemingly harboring great hate towards Lao Long.

    No wonder, the first time Ye Feng was at a disadvantage, it was at his hands.

    Back then, Zhang Jun brought him to block Ye Feng, and they nearly beat Ye Feng to a pulp.

    It would be strange if Ye Feng didn’t hold a grudge.

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