The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 670: The Tragic Minor Character

When everyone thought that Wang Yandong’s palm strike was certain to smash down onto Ye Chenfeng’s crown, the eyes-closed Ye Chenfeng suddenly collapsed to the ground without warning, causing Wang Yandong’s palm strike to completely miss its mark.

Wang Yandong’s fierce palm failed to crush Ye Chenfeng’s crown, and as he watched Ye Chenfeng’s motionless body lying on the ground, the black Qi that had been covering Ye Chenfeng’s skin was fading. Wang Yandong knew that Ye Chenfeng would be waking up soon, and he had to act fast.

"Yandong, stop immediately, do you realize what you’re doing?" Tang Bosheng huffed angrily.

With an expression of righteousness, Wang Yandong said, "Master, I find this lad extremely strange. If we don’t take this opportunity to deal with him, I’m afraid he’ll become a problem. So even if you blame me, Master, today Yandong will have to send this lad to the afterlife."

Having said that, Wang Yandong crouched down, slightly lifting his right palm, and said with a sneer, "This time, I will definitely finish you in one go, without letting you feel any pain."

Just as Wang Yandong was about to swing his palm again, Ye Chenfeng, who had been lying flat on the ground with his eyes closed, suddenly sat up straight. Since Wang Yandong was squatting right in front of Ye Chenfeng, Ye Chenfeng’s sudden rise caused his body to crash directly into Wang Yandong.

There was a "bang!"

Wang Yandong was sent flying and hit the wall of the room hard. Ye Chenfeng’s body was too rigid, like a boulder, and Wang Yandong’s body simply couldn’t withstand such an impact.

Wang Yandong, slammed against the wall, felt a dull pain in his chest and glowered at Ye Chenfeng, who was sitting on the ground, eyes tightly shut, not moving an inch.

These two accidents left Wang Yandong feeling so frustrated he almost wanted to vomit blood. Ye Chenfeng was clearly in an unconscious state, and he, a Heaven Rank expert, couldn’t deal with such a person?

Since Wang Yandong had already taken the first step, it made no sense to pull back now.

Rubbing his extremely painful chest, Wang Yandong approached Ye Chenfeng once more. This time he didn’t crouch down, but instead lifted his right foot, preparing to kick Ye Chenfeng’s head in.

Leg wind whistled through the air, and as Wang Yandong’s right leg drew closer to Ye Chenfeng’s head, the black Qi that covered Ye Chenfeng’s skin completely receded into his body. With his eyes closed and a contented sound coming from his throat, he fully awoke from the Illusory Realm.

However, just as Ye Chenfeng regained consciousness, he hadn’t yet sensed the danger. Rising from the ground, his body felt too uncomfortable with the pent-up Soul Force, so he stretched comfortably, extending his arms. His palms, while stretching, struck Wang Yandong’s chest—unbeknownst to him, this stretch was releasing the Soul Force that had been trapped within his Dantian.

Consequently, Wang Yandong was once again struck by misfortune. His right foot hadn’t even reached Ye Chenfeng’s head when he was sent flying by Ye Chenfeng’s casual stretch from the ground.

As luck would have it, because of the momentum from Ye Chenfeng’s body before, many objects in the room were in disarray. A spear, initially standing upright, was now tilted at a forty-five-degree angle. Wang Yandong, as he was sent flying, landed butt-first onto the spearhead with a "zi la!" sound, the spear penetrating through from his rear.

The spear went directly from Wang Yandong’s rear into his stomach, and his eyes became thoroughly moist. After all that effort, he couldn’t even deal with an unconscious person, and before his death, he experienced the true misery of a shattered chrysanthemum.

Wang Yandong’s eyes rolled back as he drew his final breath.

Rising from the ground with a stretch, Ye Chenfeng felt his palm seem to hit something. Opening his eyes, he was met with the sight of Wang Yandong being killed by the spear. Curling his lips, he said, "What’s with this guy? Why has he impaled himself with the spear?"

The others witnessing the scene, from Wang Yandong’s first attack to his bizarre death, couldn’t help but find the entire affair ironic. Wasn’t it too unlucky that the entire attack sequence ended with Ye Chenfeng killing him with a stretch? This brought a suppressed laughter from everyone.

"Brother, apart from saying you’re freaking awesome, what else can I say? You are my idol, Heng Fei," said Sun Hengfei, slumped on the ground, to Ye Chenfeng.

"Chenfeng, it’s really great that you’re okay, it’s really great. Do you know how worried mom was about you just now?" Sun Meiqin’s tears kept flowing from her eyes.

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Listening to everyone’s comments one after another, Ye Chenfeng realized that everyone present had collapsed onto the ground. He first approached Sun Meiqin, and just as he took her wrist, preparing to check her condition, the black Evil Qi that had entered her body flowed out and returned to Ye Chenfeng’s body, and Sun Meiqin also regained her strength immediately.

After that, Ye Chenfeng one by one took the wrists of the others present, and similarly, black Evil Qi from each person streamed into Ye Chenfeng’s body.

Having restored everyone’s ability to move, Ye Chenfeng simply asked what had happened since he had entered the Illusory Realm.

After Ye Chenfeng learned the whole story, when he looked at Wang Yandong, who had died from a blown sphincter, even he could hardly refrain from wanting to laugh. Wang Yandong’s luck was indeed too rotten!

Ye Chenfeng examined his own body and found a swirl of black air hovering over his Dantian. No matter what he did, he couldn’t expel the black air from his body, so he had to temporarily abandon the idea. "Sir, have you really comprehended the Ghost King Thirteen Needles?" asked Tang Bosheng excitedly.

Ye Chenfeng acknowledged openly with a nod. He had not only comprehended the Ghost King Thirteen Needles, but just as he had left the Illusory Realm, a map appeared in his mind. However, he did not know what the map was for.

However, the priority now was to help Sun Meixin wake up. Ye Chenfeng said to the others, "I’m going to first apply the Ghost King Thirteen Needles on auntie. I think it should be able to make her wake up immediately."

Sun Boyi and others had many questions deep in their hearts, but upon hearing Ye Chenfeng’s words, they could only temporarily keep them to themselves, their gazes fixed on Ye Chenfeng. They all wanted to see what the legendary Ghost King Thirteen Needles looked like. Especially the medical fanatic Tang Bosheng, he wasn’t saddened by the death of his disciple; rather, this disciple had disgraced him, and in his view, didn’t deserve to be his disciple at all.

Ye Chenfeng approached the bedside, heated the silver needles with a lighter for sterilization, and, recalling the technique of the Ghost King Thirteen Needles in his mind, pinched the sterilized silver needle. The group of black air swirling in his Dantian became restless when he practiced the Ghost King Thirteen Needles. A portion of the black air left his Dantian and moved rapidly towards his arm holding the silver needle, which was instantly covered by the black air.

Ye Chenfeng’s right arm was eerily cold, as if it had turned into a hand of death.

Everyone present was shocked by this scene, and even Ye Chenfeng was quite surprised. However, his facial expression remained unchanged, as he focused on performing the Ghost King Thirteen Needles.

As Ye Chenfeng performed the Ghost King Thirteen Needles, those present vaguely saw countless black skulls hovering above Sun Meixin. Black air continuously emitted from the eyes, mouth, nose, and ears of the skulls, giving off a chilling feeling.

Fifteen minutes later.

After Ye Chenfeng inserted the final needle of the Ghost King Thirteen Needles, he immediately took Sun Meixin’s wrist and once more used his Soul Force to check the condition in her brain. He found that the blocked blood vessels in her brain were gradually clearing as the Ghost King Thirteen Needles took effect. It seemed Sun Meixin should be waking up soon.

Half an hour later.

Sun Meixin, who had been in a coma for a full three years, now had her eyelids twitching, her fingers started trembling, and her eyes slowly opened.

Sun Meixin woke up. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it at qidian.com with your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)