"Hmm, the power is just passable," Xiao Yifeng said indifferently, but his words made others shudder. Such terrifying power was merely considered passable to him; wasn’t that way too arrogant?
"Today, I will first separate your hands from your body, then I’ll pull out your legs, and finally reduce all the bones in your body to powder," Olis stated in his less than fluent Chinese, causing everyone in the bar to tremble, their faces turning deathly pale.
Olis’s eyes gleamed with a terrifying murderous intent, emitting an aura as savage as that of a wild beast, as if an ancient fierce beast had awakened.
With a step he took, the floor of the bar was stamped with a deep footprint, as if the ground itself vibrated.
Olis reached out his hands towards Xiao Yifeng with incredible speed, seizing Xiao Yifeng’s hands, who only smiled slightly and didn’t dodge at all.
"Ha!" Olis shouted sharply, his hand muscles bulging as he pulled Xiao Yifeng’s hands apart, clearly intending to rip them off alive.
Seeing this, everyone in the bar was so frightened that they turned their heads away or closed their eyes, not daring to watch the bloody scene that was about to unfold.
As for Foster and Ji Sanniang, they sat quietly, watching the two men without a hint of worry on their faces.
At that moment, a cruel smile appeared on Olis’s face, as if he had already seen Xiao Yifeng’s hands being torn from his body and blood splattering everywhere. All his enemies in the past had their limbs torn off alive by him, a sight he found unspeakably thrilling.
However, the next second, Olis’s cruel smile froze on his face, his expression momentary stunned, revealing an incredulous look.
Instead of the blood spurting scene he expected when he pulled, Xiao Yifeng’s hands remained intact on his body; his pull had failed to tear them off.
This was the first time such a thing had happened. Olis’s expression tensed and he summoned another wave of power in his hands and pulled again, yet Xiao Yifeng’s hands remained perfectly attached to his shoulders, as if they were reinforced with steel and concrete.
"It seems your power is inadequate. Let me teach you how to properly dislocate someone’s arms," Xiao Yifeng’s smile blossomed, devilish as he chuckled. Then with a shake of his hands, he unleashed a surge of Dark Energy, shaking off Olis’s grasp.
Immediately, Xiao Yifeng’s hands shot out like lightning, seizing Olis’s thick arms and, with a cold laugh, he exerted a fierce strength.
An unimaginable domineering force erupted from Xiao Yifeng’s hands, and Olis’s face twisted with intense pain. With a scream, he felt as though his hands were slowly being torn from his body.
Olis then let out a piercing scream as blood sprayed from his shoulders; Xiao Yifeng had ripped off his thick arms. Blood gushed continuously from Olis’s shoulders.
This scene left everyone in the bar utterly stunned, their eyes wide and mouths agape, unable to recover for a long time.
Olis, meanwhile, was ashen-faced, screaming in agony, his pupils filled with terror as he looked at Xiao Yifeng.
It was always he who tore off others’ hands, but this time it was his own hands that had been ripped off by a young man, something Olis had never imagined could happen.
Xiao Yifeng tossed the two severed arms onto the ground and said calmly, "You see, this is how you dislocate an arm. You should learn more about it. Oh, and do you need me to dislocate your legs too?"
Olis’s lips quivered, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Xiao Yifeng and trembled, "You... you... you are a devil!"
"No, no, no, I am a kind person, I’m just teaching you how to dislocate an arm," Xiao Yifeng shook his head and said.
At that moment, Foster walked over, his gaze fixed on Xiao Yifeng as he said, "Olis, I’ve warned you before, this is not someone you can afford to mess with."
"He... who is he?" Olis asked Foster, his face deathly pale.
Foster’s lips quivered, "War Emperor!"
Upon hearing this name, Olis’s massive body trembled, and he fell to his knees on the ground, looking at Xiao Yifeng with a shocked expression that was beyond words; the name clearly had a tremendous impact on him.
Known as the Unrivaled War Emperor in the Western underworld, he once single-handedly annihilated the top three first-rate Mercenary Groups in the Mercenary World, killing thousands, a feat so terrifying that he was named War Emperor, synonymous with the King of Battle.
Olis’s heart shattered at the realization that the man he sought to confront was none other than the War Emperor. His eyes revealed a look of despair and with it, a hint of regret. Had he known his opponent was the War Emperor, he wouldn’t have acted, no matter how arrogant he was.
At this point, Olis even felt an urge to deflate Hu Jie, the bastard who had sent him to confront the War Emperor—wasn’t this clearly a setup?
"Tell me, who sent you to deal with me?" Xiao Yifeng asked.
"I never expected to be confronting the War Emperor. This time, I, Olis, admit defeat, but losing to the War Emperor is no disgrace," Olis said, his color extremely pale.
Xiao Yifeng’s eyes swept over Olis and he took two items from him—the photo of himself and the bank card given by Hu Jie.
"It looks like someone did send you to deal with me. Tell me who it is and the password for this card, and I might spare your life," Xiao Yifeng said coldly.
"Hu Jie!" The War Emperor uttered two words, and Xiao Yifeng’s eyes narrowed—so it was that guy.
"Forester, take this guy away," Xiao Yifeng said to Foster, and then he left.
And Foster looked at Olis and shook his head, "Why bother doing this to yourself?"
The once revered boxing champion of M Country’s underworld, now with both arms disabled, had become a cripple. Probably, even if he managed to survive this time, once he returned to M Country, he would not escape being killed off by the enemies he had once made.
"Here, there’s a million in this card, consider it compensation for the damages to your bar," Xiao Yifeng said as he approached Ji Sanniang and handed her the bank card he had taken from Olis.
"The damages to my bar can’t be compensated by a mere million," Ji Sanniang’s soul-enticing eyes glanced at Xiao Yifeng, stirring something inside him—this woman was too seductive.
"Then what kind of compensation do you want?" Xiao Yifeng asked Ji Sanniang with an evil smile on his face.