The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 655: Fury

The sun poured down from the sky.

On the spacious grounds of Qingyun Sect, Wu Hai, Wang Tong, Li Kangwei, Zhu Qiang, and Yang Langtao—grandsons of the various Great Elders of the Qingyun Sect—showed not the slightest regard for Ye Chenfeng and Qin Yi, their faces increasingly filled with arrogance and disdain.

Wu Hai, his waist adorned with a brown-sheathed longsword, joked, "Fellow disciples, make some room for us. We’d like to see for ourselves the so-called superior strength of Qin Yi’s boss."

At his words, Wang Tong and the others laughed and cleared a space for Ye Chenfeng and Wu Hai. Wu Hai looked at Ye Chenfeng and said, "What about it? Do you need a weapon? Or do you think you can beat me without one? I’m waiting for you to send me off to meet King Yama!"

Ye Chenfeng’s eyes were icy cold. Just as he was about to say he didn’t need one, a female disciple of Qingyun Sect timidly approached Ye Chenfeng, handing him a longsword with a cyan sheath, and said, "This longsword is for you to use."

After handing her personal weapon to Ye Chenfeng, the Qingyun Sect’s female disciple didn’t wait for Ye Chenfeng’s response and left with a flushed face. She was the same disciple who had remarked earlier that Ye Chenfeng was handsome.

"You wouldn’t have fallen for Qin Yi’s friend, would you? In the Ancient Martial World, strength is everything. Moreover, he might be killed by our Brother Wu Hai in a moment. Lending your sword to such a person is like indirectly offending Brother Wu Hai, isn’t it?"

"Exactly! You’re being irrational. Can a handsome man be a meal? In my opinion, Qin Yi’s friend has at most the talent to be a pretty face. Just wait, you’ll see Brother Wu Hai making things difficult for you from now on!"

...

The pretty female disciple who had lent her personal weapon to Ye Chenfeng pursed her lips unconsciously and said, "But, but I think he looks so pitiful! Brother Wu Hai is of Middle Grade Earth Rank strength. If he doesn’t even have a weapon, wouldn’t his end be even more tragic?"

Seeing that a female disciple from their sect had taken the initiative to lend Ye Chenfeng a weapon, Wu Hai’s face was filled with dissatisfaction. He decided to humiliate Ye Chenfeng thoroughly before sending him off to meet King Yama, and said coldly, "Kid, I will allow you two moves. Within these two moves, I will not strike back. You better cherish this opportunity."

Then, Wu Hai turned to Qin Yi and said, "Qin Yi, if you dare to interfere in the middle, let me warn you now: I won’t go easy on you either."

Qin Yi treated Wu Hai’s words as nothing but hot air. Who was his boss Ye Chenfeng? Even Heaven Rank masters were nothing in front of Ye Chenfeng, let alone a Middle Grade Earth Rank trash like Wu Hai.

Ye Chenfeng found himself holding a longsword with a cyan sheath that had been inexplicably thrust into his hands, its hilt adorned with a pink sachet exuding a faint fragrance. He held the cyan sheath in his left hand and grasped the hilt with his right.

"Clang~ Clang~ Clang~"

Ye Chenfeng drew the longsword from its sheath, and in the span of just two or three seconds, slid it back into the sheath, the coldness on his face unchanged.

Wang Tong and the others originally thought Ye Chenfeng was about to make a move, but what was Ye Chenfeng doing now? Playing a sword-drawing game? They were somewhat impatient to witness Ye Chenfeng getting thrashed.

"Kid, are you scared? Are you thinking of pleading for mercy? That wouldn’t be fun at all," Zhu Qiang said with disdain.

"Kid, you just said you were going to send us to meet King Yama, so what’s going on now? I think you’re just as worthless as Qin Yi," Li Kangwei pointed at Ye Chenfeng and sneered.

"If you’re afraid to duel with Brother Wu Hai, then get lost from Qingyun Sect immediately. This is not the place for you," Yang Langtao said fiercely.

Some distance away, several female disciples of Qingyun Sect, seeing that Ye Chenfeng had only drawn his sword briefly before putting it back in the sheath, slowly showed contempt in their eyes.

"It seems your sword was of no use after all. How could such a loser compare with Brother Wu Hai!"

"What a waste of your good intentions. Not only did you offend Brother Wu Hai, but what’s even more pitiful is that you lent your sword to a spineless loser."

...

The Qingyun Sect female disciple who had lent her personal weapon to Ye Chenfeng listened to the other girls talking around her, disappointment flickering in her eyes. After all, which woman under the heavens likes a cowardly man?

"Kid, do you think you can get away with just standing there silent?" Zhu Qiang, who was hefty, walked over to Wu Hai’s side and patted his shoulder, then continued, "Brother Wu Hai, let’s not waste time on this bastard born of a bitch. Let’s just throw him out of our Qingyun Sect."

However, as Zhu Qiang made his boisterous claim and patted Wu Hai on the shoulder, a bloodstain on Wu Hai’s neck began to widen steadily. Wu Hai’s face completely froze, his eyes losing all signs of life.

Ye Chenfeng maintained a cold curve at the corner of his mouth and said, "The fireworks are about to start. Get ready to enjoy the show."

"You little bastard, you must really be an idiot. Where would the fireworks come from in broad daylight? Don’t think playing dumb will save you," Zhu Qiang snarled coldly.

Ye Chenfeng ignored Zhu Qiang and started counting to himself, "Five, four, three, two, one, zero."

When Ye Chenfeng counted down to "zero," the bloodstain on Wu Hai’s neck widened immeasurably. With a "bang!" blood surged from Wu Hai’s neck, catapulting his head into the air.

Wu Hai’s headless neck became a crimson fountain, as the blood that shot up into the air like a stream gathered together before slowly dispersing in the air. It did indeed resemble the release of fireworks, creating a sight incredibly vivid and eye-catching.

Another "bang!" echoed.

Wu Hai’s head, which had been sent skyward by the blood geyser, also exploded, with the pure white brain matter adding a touch of aesthetic to the bloody spectacle.

Seeing this scene, everyone present stared wide-eyed, including Qin Yi, standing next to Ye Chenfeng. He had not anticipated his boss would settle Wu Hai’s life so violently.

The scene froze, and time seemed to rewind.

Ye Chenfeng hadn’t merely drawn his sword in a common manner. He had executed the ultimate speed of the Middle Stage Level Ten Soul Force, causing those present to believe he had merely drawn his sword and then sheathed it again.

However, in reality, the moment Ye Chenfeng unsheathed his sword, the blade had already slashed across Wu Hai’s neck. By the time Ye Chenfeng returned the sword to its scabbard, Wu Hai’s head was already severed from his neck; it’s just that Ye Chenfeng’s speed was so fast that even the bloodstain on Wu Hai’s neck didn’t appear immediately.

Moreover, as the blade sliced across Wu Hai’s neck, Ye Chenfeng had injected Soul Force into Wu Hai’s body through the blade, causing the blood to slowly boil and gather the strength to rush towards the head. Hence, the vision of Wu Hai’s head being thrust into the air by a column of blood.

Wu Hai’s neck continued to spurt blood until all the blood in his corpse was expelled, and his skin shriveled, with the headless body still standing in place, appearing extremely disgusting and horrific.

Drops of blood and brain matter fell from the sky, and Ye Chenfeng slowly took a breath, emotionlessly stating, "The blood of trash really stinks."

With a "bang!"

Ye Chenfeng casually planted the blue scabbard into the brick-paved ground and shrugged his shoulders indifferently as if he had no relation to the scene unfolding before him.

Wang Tong and the others were completely shocked by the scene before them, rendering them unable to regain their senses for quite some time. Presently, their minds were blank, as if in a state of short circuit.

Qin Yi, having seen Ye Chenfeng’s skills in the Secular World, had a somewhat better capacity to endure psychologically. "Gulp! Gulp!" he swallowed hard in his throat, Wu Hai’s manner of death being extremely bloody.

Those who insult Ye Chenfeng’s parents must die.

When Chenfeng’s wrath awakens, blood splatters the heavens. (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to vote for it at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)