Chapter 833: Chapter 829: Who Is the Hunter? (Part 3)
From Shan Pao’s punch to Ye Fan disabling his hand and foot, although it sounds complex, it was merely a matter of seven or eight seconds, including the time they spoke.
So in a sense, this was an instant kill.
Moreover, it was without suspense.
Shan Pao’s cultivation was only at the late stage of Ming Jin, naturally no match for Ye Fan.
Ye Fan took two steps forward, and only then did the rear echo with a heart-rending shriek. Shan Pao was on the ground, continually rolling, screeching like a slaughtered pig.
This shriek jolted Xie Liping, who had fallen into a daze, causing his hand to tremble and the half-cigarette in his hand to fall to the ground.
“This, this this…” Xie Liping stammered, no longer appearing calm and carefree. “What the hell is this?”
Meng Gang’s expression was uncharacteristically serious, “This Ye fellow is also an ancient martial arts practitioner!”
“Ah?!” Xie Liping’s eyes widened, “How, how can it be, ancient martial arts practitioners aren’t just like cabbage on the roadside. How could I just happen to run into one?!”
As he spoke, a flash of ruthlessness flickered in his eyes, and he quickly reached into the car to pull out a handgun, aiming the gun barrel at Ye Fan: “I’ll blast you!”
Saying that, he pulled the trigger, and the gun sounded with a bang.
Ye Fan still stood there and walked forward without a scratch.
Yet Ye Fan remained unscathed.
At such close range, how could he miss?! Xie Liping’s hand, holding the gun, trembled uncontrollably.
“How is this possible?” He screamed hoarsely, as if seeing a ghost. “Don’t come over!”
Xie Liping couldn’t see clearly, but Meng Gang could.
Before Xie Liping pulled the trigger, Ye Fan had already predicted and moved, whether by dodging, shifting his body, or bending his waist, but his speed was too fast for the almost-collapsing Xie Liping to notice.
“Desert Eagle, seven rounds in a single load, plus one in the chamber, eight bullets altogether. Your bodyguard fired three shots, and you fired four, so,” Ye Fan suddenly smiled, “you have one bullet left.”
“I, I, I can still blast you with one bullet!” Xie Liping said in a trembling voice.
Ye Fan shook his head slightly, “This bullet, you’d better save it for yourself, otherwise you won’t have a chance to die peacefully later.”
“Ye, stop fooling me!” Xie Liping forced composure, but his right hand holding the gun trembled fiercely, forcing him to hold it with his left hand as well, yet still shaking like a sieve.
Ye Fan ignored Xie Liping’s powerless threat and turned to the silent Meng Gang, “You and I are both ancient martial arts practitioners, without enmity. Furthermore, you’re just following orders after being paid. If you withdraw now, I’ll spare your life.”
Meng Gang clasped his fists, “Accepted money to prevent disaster. Xie Liping paid me to ensure safety. If I don’t fulfill my duty after taking his money, I’d be guilty in conscience.”
“That makes sense.” Ye Fan smiled, “You at least reason better than that Shan Pao guy.”
“But ultimately, strength talks.” Meng Gang said, “Though I don’t think I can disable Shan Pao as easily as you did, it doesn’t mean I have no chance of winning against you.”
“Is this why you don’t want to leave? Do you believe you can defeat me?”
Ye Fan shook his head, “I’m still curious, where does your confidence come from?”
“How will I know without trying?!” Meng Gang said, his aura suddenly changed, rushing forward without warning.
Knowing Ye Fan was no easy adversary, he chose to attack first, catching him off-guard and seizing the initiative.
This was not a friendly match, but a life-and-death struggle, with no need for rules or ethics.
“Here we go!” Ye Fan shouted deeply, his right fist smashed out, tearing the air, the wind howling faintly with tiger roars.
Ye Fan practiced Xingyi Boxing, a path of strength and tyranny, this punch far surpassing Shan Pao’s previous life-threatening strike.
Not expecting Ye Fan to react so quickly and fiercely, Meng Gang was startled, not daring to confront the punch directly, he changed his attack, joining his five fingers, slightly arching them like a venomous snake, sticking to Ye Fan’s arm from the side, winding upwards as if boneless, simultaneously tapping quickly at several major points on Ye Fan’s arm.
This Slithering Dragon, softening strength, left Ye Fan feeling powerless, and those seemingly insignificant taps disrupted the blood flow in his arm.
Ye Fan suddenly sensed his right arm’s blood stagnating, his muscles losing strength.
Meng’s right hand was already before Ye Fan’s neck, inching towards his Adam’s apple like a venomous snake.
“Petty tricks!” Ye Fan showed no fear, his right arm shook vigorously, muscles bulging, expanding a circle, breaking Meng Gang’s hold on his arm, then reaching forward, grasping for Meng Gang’s throat.
Meng Gang was shocked, retreating three steps.
Ye Fan’s feet made a hissing sound, pressing forward.
Meng Gang’s eyes showed a determined glint, he inhaled deeply, followed by a dense sound of bones pressing and rubbing, quickly transforming him from an average solid middle-aged man into a robust giant.
Xie Liping’s mouth hung open, his jaw almost dislocating, “Bone-shrinking skill?!”
In the blink of an eye, as if transformed into another person, Meng Gang moved not back but forward, stepping forward vigorously.
Just right to intercept the advancing Ye Fan.
A punch swung open Ye Fan’s right hand reaching for his throat, and leaned forward fiercely.
Baji Break, Mountain Clinging.
Controlling the Xie Group, destined to be the next CEO, Xie Liping held power and money, envied by many. He was generous to those around him, especially to Meng Gang as his driver and personal bodyguard, giving him cars, money, women, and even a million-dollar villa.
When moving into the villa, Meng Gang’s first action was to find people to dig a tree from the deep mountains, only three adults together could embrace, planting it in the yard.
Later, whenever Meng Gang had free time, he would return to the villa and, bare-chested, crash into the tree.
Initially, including hired chefs, domestic helpers, and frequent wandering bystanders, they secretly laughed, seeing a grown man crashing trees, no different from a ****.
But day after day, season after season, no one laughed anymore, only fear remained, because the three-person embraceable tree had already been broken by him.
Meng Gang had confidence that even a load-bearing wall before him could be knocked down by his Mountain Clinging.
However, in the next moment, the Ye man before him, within reach, suddenly smiled widely.