The one shouting was Zhao Hu.
Just as his lecherous hand was about to land on the panic-stricken face of Su Ya, Su Fan grabbed and crushed it.
It felt as if his entire wrist was about to be crushed.
The intense pain made Zhao Hu scream out in agony.
"Kid, you're fucking asking for death."
Zhao Hu, gritting his teeth, clenched his other fist and hammered it viciously towards Su Fan's chest.
Zhao Hu was not bad in combat.
He also had considerable strength.
But he was still just an ordinary person.
Su Fan had reached the peak of Qi cultivation, especially after his interaction with Liu Ye, his self-healing ability and defensive power had seen superhuman improvements, so he wasn't frightened.
When Zhao Hu's powerful punch landed on Su Fan's chest.
A loud noise erupted.
It was as if iron had been struck hard.
At the same time, a faint cracking sound rang out.
Zhao Hu screamed again.
The joints in his fist were fractured, bones protruding through the skin, and his whole fist was bloody.
Su Fan lifted his foot, and in the next instant, Zhao Hu's large frame, as big as an ox, was kicked several meters away like a football, tables were overturned, and he landed heavily on the ground.
He tried to get up, but his ribs were all shattered, and sitting on the ground, even breathing became difficult.
Everyone at the scene gasped, dumbfounded.
"Zhao Hu used to be a mercenary abroad when he was younger, a real tough guy who has killed people. How could he be so weak?"
"No, it's not that Zhao Hu is too weak, it's that this young man is too strong."
"Is, is he even human?"
The crowd looked at Su Fan as if they had seen a ghost or a god.
He Ming and Wang Lulu were so scared they sat on the ground, nearly wetting their pants.
Su Ya was stupefied too.
Su Fan gave Su Ya a faint smile, always maintaining his calm and collected demeanor.
"I told you before, I can handle it."
The next moment, he let go of Su Ya's hand and stepped toward Zhao Hu who was lying on the ground.
"What are you guys doing standing there, kill him now."
At this moment, Zhao Hu was also feeling fearful and quickly shouted at his stunned subordinates he had brought along.
The dozen or so men in black finally came to their senses and rushed to attack Su Fan.
None of them could stand in front of Su Fan for more than a second.
One after another, they were knocked down like bowling pins.
In less than ten seconds, more than a dozen strong men were lying on the ground, howling in pain.
"How strong is he, exactly?"
The crowd looked at Su Fan with increasing fear.
Zhao Hu was petrified with terror.
Su Fan approached Zhao Hu, lying on the ground.
Looking down on him from a height, he towered over Zhao Hu like a deity facing an ant.
The always arrogant and domineering Zhao Hu, for the first time in his life, felt an intense sense of helplessness rising from deep within, fear thick in his eyes.
"No, you, you must be at least a mid-stage Qi Martial Artist."
"In Yang City, how could there be such a young mid-stage Qi Martial Artist, just who are you?"
Although Zhao Hu was not a Martial Artist himself, he was from a martial family and knew a bit about martial arts.
To withstand his punch unharmed and take down more than a dozen elites of the Blood Wolf Gang in such a short time, his strength was naturally not below mid-stage Qi cultivation.
Su Fan looked at Zhao Hu and cracked a smile.
"Does Yang City really not have such powerful young Martial Artists, or maybe you should think again?"
"So young, yet so terrifyingly powerful, when did Yang City... No, no, there is one, there is one…"
Zhao Hu finally realized something, and the fear in his eyes doubled in an instant.