The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 701: Ye Chenfeng in a Darkened State

"Dad—"

"Elder Ji—"

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On the Xuantian Sect Training Ground, Ji Dingtian, Sun Boyi, and the others lost their voices in shouts as they watched Ji Shunde killed by Du Fuwei. Originally, they had thought the grand battle would inevitably lead to total annihilation of all three sects; little did they know that Du Fuwei would use such strange secret techniques to forcefully enhance his strength a whole level.

People from other sects watching around Xuantian Sect were astonished to see Du Fuwei quickly increase his strength and easily kill Ji Shunde. The battle seemed full of twists and turns to them. Initially, they thought Xuantian Sect and Ghost Doctor Sect were doomed, then Ye Chenfeng arrived with the Wing Guard Team and turned the tide, making it look like all three sects would be defeated. Now, with Du Fuwei’s bizarre power-up, it seemed the goddess of victory was slowly tilting towards the three sects’ side again.

"This bloody battle should end now, the boy from Xuantian Sect is only comparable to a high-grade Innate Middle Stage expert, and now Du Fuwei’s strength should have reached the Innate Peak. Xuantian Sect and Ghost Doctor Sect have no chance of turning the tables."

"This bloody battle will end with both sides suffering, I recognize the secret technique Du Fuwei used. Once its effects wear off, I’m afraid Du Fuwei won’t make it out alive either."

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As Ji Shunde was slain by Du Fuwei, people from other sects around Xuantian Sect resumed their discussions. Meanwhile, the disciples of the three sects, previously in the throes of despair waiting for death, were reinvigorated upon seeing Du Fuwei demonstrate his Divine Skills. Especially those from Qingyun Sect and Qianji Sect— deep down, they still hoped the three sects would win today’s bloody battle, since they were now all allied with them.

Sect Leader Zhong Tianchi, sitting in a wheelchair, remains alive under the protection of a Heaven Rank High Grade expert. He watched powerlessly as his grandfather Zhong Yongming perished. With his grandfather, an Innate Middle Stage expert, and the potential for his own strength to increase rapidly in the future, Xuantian Sect might have risen to a top-tier force under his leadership—but all that was destroyed by that bastard Ye Chenfeng.

When Zhong Tianchi saw Du Fuwei attacking Ye Chenfeng, he shouted hoarsely, "Ye Chenfeng, you bastard, no matter how strong you are, no matter the powerful reinforcements you have, today will be your end. I will cook your flesh, your heart, your liver, your lungs, and eat them all."

Zhong Tianchi had completely fallen into a state of extreme perversion.

Du Fuwei’s figure grew ever closer to Ye Chenfeng, bursting with the ultimate power of Innate Peak, yet Ye Chenfeng stood there, rigid and frozen in place. The cold expression on his face began to fade, as if it turned into a cup of plain boiled water, revealing no ripples of emotion.

The moment that black gas in Ye Chenfeng’s Dantian spread throughout his body, he suddenly lost all sensation, yet his vision remained clear. As he saw Du Fuwei approaching him, anxiety rose within him. He never expected that at such a critical moment, the black gas in his Dantian would render him immobile.

The strongest among Xuantian Sect and Ghost Doctor Sect was now Sun Boyi, but he too had been seriously injured, and with his current state, he couldn’t make it to Ye Chenfeng’s side in time to block Du Fuwei’s attack.

The disciples who had been embroiled in the chaos of battle also ceased fighting, and their gazes converged on Ye Chenfeng and Du Fuwei. For Ye Chenfeng and Du Fuwei were the ones who would decide the true victor of today’s bloody battle.

"Young Master Ye!" The members of the Wing Guard Team couldn’t help but exclaim in unison when they saw Du Fuwei’s figure reach Ye Chenfeng and his palm descending towards Ye Chenfeng’s forehead. If this palm strike landed, the result would be a splatter of brains, so the members of the Wing Guard Team cried out involuntarily.

Sun Meiqin, who had been inside the Xuantian Sect’s main hall with Ye Donghua, seeing her son in mortal danger, disregarded everything and rushed out of the hall, shouting, "Don’t hurt my son, don’t hurt my son."

In that very moment, inside the hall, Sun Hengfei held his breath, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, drawing trickles of blood, yet he was unaware of the pain.

Qin Yi, who had always been most confident in his boss, couldn’t help but show a look of worry on his face. He thought resolutely, "Boss, you can definitely create a miracle, you can definitely create a miracle."

Xia Zining’s beautiful eyes flickered ceaselessly, her pearly teeth biting her lips tightly, and in her heart she thought, "Ye Chenfeng, do you really have to go like this? I’ve waited so many years, only to find someone who could help me fulfill my wish, you absolutely cannot just die like this!"

Under the watch of countless gazes, Du Fuwei’s palm drew closer and closer to Ye Chenfeng’s forehead, his lips revealing a ferocious smile as he bellowed, "You little beast, die, die!"

In the nick of time, Ye Chenfeng regained the ability to move. His body swiftly dodged to the side, and Du Fuwei’s sharp palm strike missed Ye Chenfeng’s forehead and instead hit Ye Chenfeng’s left shoulder.

"Crack! Crack!"

The sound of fine bones shattering echoed through the air; the bones in Ye Chenfeng’s left shoulder were completely fractured, and his entire left arm hung down limply.

Du Fuwei, having failed to kill Ye Chenfeng with a palm strike, sneered and said, "Clinging to life, I want to see how many more times you, little beast, can dodge?"

And at that moment, Ye Chenfeng’s body was filled with black gas, and not only that, the black gas slowly permeated out from Ye Chenfeng’s skin, tightly entwining around him. As the black gas thickened, Ye Chenfeng’s entire person appeared eerily unusual.

Especially Ye Chenfeng’s pair of eyes were like a night sky without stars or moon, black was the only color that could be seen.

As the black gas entwined around him, Ye Chenfeng felt the Level 10 Middle Stage Soul Force within his body boil like hot water. It surged to the Level 10 Peak Soul Force in an instant, and he even faintly felt the sensation of breaking through the Level 10 Soul Force, stepping into King Level Soul Force.

Similarly engulfed by black gas, Ye Chenfeng’s heart was filled with killing intent. He now had an urge to keep killing, craving blood and gore. Ignoring the shattered bones in his left shoulder, his expressionless face’s corners lifted slightly in a smile that seemed extremely stiff, as if it was forcibly stretched out.

"Die!" Ye Chenfeng’s pair of eerie black eyes stared tightly at Du Fuwei in front of him, and he spat out this one word coldly.

"Feigning profundity." Because Ye Chenfeng’s Soul Force was restrained, Du Fuwei had yet to sense the change in the other’s strength.

Du Fuwei’s shoulders sank slightly as he pushed his speed to the limit. This time, he launched dual fists: one towards Ye Chenfeng’s head and the other towards Ye Chenfeng’s chest.

When Du Fuwei entered within one meter of Ye Chenfeng, the black gas swirling around Ye Chenfeng suddenly erupted outwards, enveloping Du Fuwei within it. Du Fuwei’s body involuntarily shivered, feeling as if the temperature around him had dropped by dozens of degrees, and the punch towards Ye Chenfeng paused slightly.

By the time Du Fuwei reacted and tried to attack again, Ye Chenfeng’s face suddenly appeared in front of him. A pair of hands surrounded by black gas firmly clutched his throat.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Ye Chenfeng didn’t give Du Fuwei another chance to attack. He grabbed Du Fuwei’s neck with his right hand, lifting his entire body off the ground, then, without hesitation, kicked viciously at Du Fuwei’s body, one kick after another.

In the beginning, Du Fuwei attempted to resist, but after being kicked three times in succession by Ye Chenfeng, blood continuously spilled from Du Fuwei’s mouth, his face turned deathly pale, and the internal organs inside his body suffered severe damage, so much so that Du Fuwei couldn’t muster his True Energy Force, leaving him at the mercy of Ye Chenfeng’s destruction of his body.

As Ye Chenfeng saw fresh blood continuously spurting from Du Fuwei’s mouth, a bizarre black light flashed through his pair of black eyes, and the stiff smile on his lips grew increasingly fervent. (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)