Speaking of Kong Erhu's chief bodyguard Yi Long.
This guy was infamous in the Yannan City underworld.
He was as well-known as Feng Biao, who worked for Wu Wei, but much more mysterious.
And much more terrifying.
Feng Biao's kung fu was superb, and he hit hard.
But most people would rather face Feng Biao alone than cross hands with Yi Long.
It was said that Yi Long was not only skilled in martial arts but also had a particularly perverted nature.
His favorite thing was to listen to his opponents' screams.
Once, he took an enemy and, inch by inch, crushed all the bones in his body.
In the end, the unfortunate soul could neither cry out to heaven nor to earth for help.
Even to kill himself, he had no strength left.
In the end, Yi Long dumped him in a rental room where he starved to death.
Until his death, no one discovered the unfortunate soul.
Because Yi Long crushed his larynx, he couldn't call for help.
This terrifying tale made the short and skinny Yi Long become a figure feared like a plague by everyone in the Yannan City underworld.
A person who could leisurely crush all 306 bones in a person's body amid their screams was definitely brutal.
And that kind of patience and resilience was beyond what ordinary people could imagine.
Yang Fei walked lazily to the window and looked at Yi Long.
He said indifferently, "Your Poke Foot and Iron Wire Dislocate Bone Hand techniques have reached a decent level."
"You may leave, I don't want to cripple you."
As soon as Yang Fei had spoken, many people were immediately dumbfounded.
Who was this person, speaking with such a big tone?
The cronies behind Kong Erhu began cursing.
"Damn, what gives you the right to speak to Brother Long that way?"
"Even showing off has its limits, who do you think you are, Bruce Lee?"
"Brother Long, waste him, disassemble his bones!"
...
Yi Long's face underwent a change.
A glint of ferocity flashed through his eyes, "How do you know the details of my martial arts, who are you?"
Yang Fei sighed, somewhat listlessly.
His face was full of regret: "The martial arts of the State of Huaxia only kill, not for show."
"In this impetuous society, many forms of fist techniques have been neglected."
"Although Poke Foot and Iron Wire Dislocate Bone Hand are rarely seen in the martial world, I just happen to know these two techniques."
His eyes carried a hint of mockery: "You may leave, you can't touch me."
The expression on Yi Long's face was extremely grave.
He shook his head slowly: "We won't know until we've fought."
Yang Fei sighed again, a thick sense of helplessness on his face.
Kong Erhu shouted: "Yi Long, what are you waiting for, cripple him for me!"
No sooner had he finished speaking, Yi Long bowed, like a tiger leaping across a ravine.
He propelled himself straight through the window into the private room, attacking Yang Fei with a punch and a kick.
Yi Long's fists and kicks resonated through the air, crackling and snapping.
Yi Long's move once again drew cheers from some of the rowdier guys.
"Brother Long's good kung fu, beat him to death."
"Thunderous moves, Brother Long's kung fu is truly unfathomable."
"That guy's going to be unlucky..."
Many guests who disdained Kong Erhu's behavior showed a sense of helplessness on their faces.
As soon as Yi Long made his move, this audacious young man was done for.
However, the next second, everyone's eyeballs almost popped out.
Bang!
Yi Long's body, like a cannonball fired off.
Shot straight out from between the private rooms.
He crashed onto one loudmouthed troublemaker who was particularly raucous.
Both of them turned into rolling gourds on the floor.
Yi Long had been kicked out.
He had come in haste, and he departed in haste as well.
Until Yi Long was kicked out, everyone had yet to react.
Some continued cheering for Yi Long enthusiastically.
At the entrance of the private room, Yang Fei lazily held a cigarette in his mouth.
His left foot retracted inch by inch.
Yang Fei said indifferently, "Poke Foot emphasizes standing firmly on the ground, with power coming from the roots."
"The Poke Foot you've practiced, was it taught by your wife?"
Yi Long finally managed to get up from the ground.
He felt a twisting pain between his chest and abdomen.
Yi Long's vision darkened as he looked at Yang Fei in horror, "You know Poke Foot too?"
Yang Fei did not reply but said indifferently, "Come again."
This time, Yi Long restrained his rashness.
Step by step, he entered from the entrance of the private room, his steps noticeably more steady.
Yi Long walked up to Yang Fei and took the starting pose, but it was the gesture of a junior paying respect to an elder.
The two confronted each other for a second before Yi Long shouted loudly and abruptly made his move.
Yang Fei, with a cigarette in his mouth, stood still in place.
He extended one hand and casually neutralized Yi Long's fierce and frantic attack.
Even more, the fellow had the leeway to take the cigarette out of his mouth and flick off the ash.
Seeing such a scene, many people's eyes nearly popped out of their heads.
Yi Long's kung fu was ranked at least in the top five of the Yannan Underground World.
Those who could exchange blows with Yi Long and not get hurt or crippled within three moves,
were generally catapulted to instant fame and courted by many powers, both overt and covert.
But now, Yi Long's legend was being shattered by this ordinary-looking young man.
If being kicked out earlier was just a moment of carelessness for Yi Long,
then now, this fellow caught Yi Long's lightning-fast attack with just one hand.
What was going on?
Monster!
Kong Erhu's face was extremely ugly, and he couldn't help but touch the hard object in his chest.
Da Heixing Handgun!
Yi Long was shocked. He knew Yang Fei was not simple.
But he never ever imagined
that this guy was not merely not simple, he was a monster!
Even Yi Long's master would not be able to deal with the Twelve Forms of Iron Wire Dislocate Bone Hand as effortlessly as this.
Yang Fei extended his left hand, the movements simple and direct.
However, he captured the timing with incredible delicacy and naturalness.
Each strike, aimed precisely at the gaps in Yi Long's moves.
His attack was like a hunter catching a snake, always targeting the vital part.
If not for today's encounter with Yang Fei, Yi Long could never have dreamed that fighting could be like this.
After over ten moves in succession, Yang Fei always acted later but arrived first, blocking Yi Long's punches and kicks.
Up until now, Yi Long had actually not been able to perform a complete Dislocate Bone Hand.
Though his body was full of energy, he was never able to execute his Fist Technique to perfection.
Always in the midst, his boxing technique was forced to change.
This fight was really impossible to continue.
The frustration in Yi Long's heart grew more intense.
Suddenly, he roared and, like a giant spade, his foot swept toward Yang Fei's calf.
Yi Long's Poke Foot finally made its move.
Yang Fei slightly lifted his left foot to avoid Yi Long's sweeping kick, then stomped down through the air.
His heel landed perfectly on the back of Yi Long's foot.
Crack!
The stomp was extremely heavy.
Yang Fei's foot, like the hoof of an elephant, directly broke two of Yi Long's toes.
Yi Long was in agony but didn't fall into disarray.
His two hands formed the shape of an Eagle Claw, grabbing at Yang Fei's throat.
The claw tore through the air, making a piercing sound.
Yang Fei frowned slightly, grabbed the Eagle Claw with one hand, twisted Yi Long's wrist in the opposite direction, and gave a light shake.
Yi Long screamed as his wrist joint was immediately dislocated.
Yang Fei did not stop there.
With a cigarette in his mouth, his hands flew over Yi Long's body like playing the zither, rapidly sweeping over several major joints.
Though Yang Fei's movements were swift, they were rhythmic and graceful like playing the zither, flowing smoothly like clouds and water.
Yi Long's body stopped moving.
The next second, his entire body, like an emptied sack of rice, went limp and collapsed.