The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 735 - 733: Am I Overthinking?

Cang Lang watched helplessly as the King’s head was crushed right in front of him, scaring him so much that his legs involuntarily trembled. However, his mind was still relatively clear. He knew that if he didn’t take some action, he would soon meet the same fate as Cang Ying and the King.

At the most critical moment, Cang Lang turned his gaze to Sun Heng Fei and Sun Xiaoli nearby. He instantly devised a strategy. If he could capture these two and threaten Ye Chenfeng with them, he would likely be able to leave this place alive today. In this world, there is no one who isn’t afraid of death.

Isn’t there a saying that goes like this, "It’s better to live badly than to die well!"

Every second was a matter of life and death for Cang Lang. Taking advantage of the moment right after Ye Chenfeng crushed the King’s head, he swiftly dashed towards Sun Heng Fei and Sun Xiaoli.

Having thought they were over the worst of today’s crisis, Sun Heng Fei and Sun Xiaoli suddenly saw Cang Lang lunging towards them, their brows immediately furrowing in concern. Knowing Sun Heng Fei was seriously injured, and with Sun Xiaoli supporting him, they were simply unable to get out of the way.

As Cang Lang launched his attack on Sun Heng Fei and Sun Xiaoli, Ye Chenfeng’s pitch-black eyes focused on Cang Lang, and a faint, elusive smile emerged on his otherwise still face.

Just as Cang Lang’s hands reached out, his palms turning into claws aiming for Sun Heng Fei and Sun Xiaoli, his body suddenly stopped when his claws were only seven or eight centimeters away from them.

Cang Lang’s head slowly bowed, and he saw a blood-covered fist that had punched through his abdomen from the inside. Then, with difficulty, he turned his head to the back and saw an ice-cold, ruthless face enter his field of vision.

Ye Chenfeng had punched through Cang Lang’s body from behind.

Surrounded by black mist, Ye Chenfeng withdrew his arm which had penetrated Cang Lang’s body, leaving a hole the size of a fist in Cang Lang’s stomach where blood "whooshed" out.

From this hole, one could see Cang Lang’s intestines and other internal organs. As the blood rapidly flowed from the opening, Cang Lang’s complexion grew paler, and he collapsed onto the ground, gasping for his last breath.

The blackened Ye Chenfeng, who clearly revelled in the bloodshed, raised his foot and violently stomped on Cang Lang’s head.

"Bang!"

Cang Lang’s head was instantly crushed, with his blood and brain matter splashing over Ye Chenfeng’s trousers.

Seeing the vividly gruesome scene, Sun Xiaoli and Sun Heng Fei felt a surge of nausea. Observing Ye Chenfeng shrouded in black mist, they knew the immediate danger was over; they couldn’t let Ye Chenfeng remain in this state any longer.

"Chenfeng, wake up, wake up, the danger is over," Sun Xiaoli said to Ye Chenfeng while supporting Sun Heng Fei.

Ye Chenfeng’s pitch-black eyes were fixed on Sun Heng Fei and Sun Xiaoli. His fists clenched tighter and tighter; the urge to kill in his heart was unrelenting, but the thin thread of reason remaining told him he couldn’t kill anymore.

Reason and impulse struggled against each other ceaselessly.

After a few moments, the black mist swirling around Ye Chenfeng began to fade slowly, then gradually retracted back into his body. His pitch-black eyes also returned to their original color.

Eventually, reason overcame impulse.

The rational Ye Chenfeng, now conscious of the King and others being dead and Sun Heng Fei and Sun Xiaoli out of immediate danger, suddenly felt an overwhelming wave of fatigue envelop him. His eyelids started to "fight" until they were completely shut. As he collapsed towards the ground, fortunately, Sun Xiaoli was able to free her other hand and catch Ye Chenfeng in time.

"Xiaoli, hurry and call the Yes, we can’t stay here any longer," Sun Hengfei said to Sun Xiaoli.

Since Sun Xiaoli had just come out of the Ancient Martial World and did not have a modern communication device such as a mobile phone, she could only fumble for one in Ye Chenfeng’s pocket and dialed the Yes’ phone number.

...

Ye Chenfeng, who was in a coma, had a beautiful dream. In the dream, he and Wu Xiaofei battled it out on the bed for hundreds of rounds with various women. As he looked at the women’s different poses on the bed, just when Ye Chenfeng wanted to ask, "Am I fierce enough?"

The distinct smell of alcohol and disinfectants from the hospital invaded Ye Chenfeng’s nose, causing him to slowly open his eyes. The first thing he saw was the white ceiling above, followed by the sound of anxious concern beside his ear, "Chenfeng, you’re finally awake! You really almost worried Mom to death."

After Ye Chenfeng’s eyes adjusted to the light, he saw that his mother, Sun Meiqin, was sitting beside his hospital bed, and several women from Capital City, including Wu Xiaofei, were all in the hospital room; of course, Zhao Wanting and the other women who had returned to Tianhai certainly didn’t know about Ye Chenfeng’s injury.

After sorting out his thoughts, Ye Chenfeng said, "Mom, I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me."

This time Ye Chenfeng had once again triggered his darkened state. Remembering the scene, Ye Chenfeng confirmed one thing, only when his emotions were extremely volatile, or he was extremely angry, would the black gas lurking in his Dantian stir, allowing him to temporarily enhance his strength by relying on this black gas. Now, his strength had reverted back to level ten Peak Soul Force.

However, thinking about entering that dark state made Ye Chenfeng feel terrified. He found that once in that state, he could almost not control himself at all, as if sinking into a mentality of killing people for pleasure.

Sun Meiqin, a bit angry, tapped Ye Chenfeng’s head with her finger and said, "Chenfeng, can I not worry about you? You are a piece of flesh that fell from my body. Why did you go to Capital City for a nice stroll with Xiaoli and Heng Fei and get yourself into this state?"

Sun Hengfei and Sun Xiaoli hadn’t gotten Ye Chenfeng’s permission, so they temporarily did not inform anyone else about the incident.

And Sun Heng Fei, who had also suffered severe injuries, was in this hospital room as well. His bed was to the left of Ye Chenfeng’s. Lying on the bed with thick bandages wrapped around his chest, Sun Heng Fei said upon noticing Ye Chenfeng’s gaze, "Chenfeng, Xiaoli and I haven’t told the others yet, so you should tell them yourself when you’re ready."

Ye Chenfeng was very satisfied with Sun Hengfei and Sun Xiaoli’s discretion and casually explained, "Mom, I just encountered an old enemy. The person’s now dead by my hand. I promise that nothing like this will happen again."

Sun Boyi, sitting beside Sun Hengfei’s bed, said, "Chenfeng, you must be careful in the future. You are the hope of our Shocking Heaven Gate, and you are also the hope of the Ye family. Everyone places great expectations on you!" "I know, Great-Grandfather, I will be careful," Ye Chenfeng said, feeling Sun Boyi’s concern.

Ye Chenfeng reflected on the battle with the King in his mind and suddenly remembered the King’s last words, "Ye Chenfeng, I’ll be waiting for you down below. You will die miserably, it’s not over! It’s not over! It’s not over..."

Was that just the King’s furious outburst before death, or was it something more?

Ye Chenfeng always felt that those words did not seem like a mere vent from the King. Frowning as he mulled over the thought, but now that the King, Cang Ying, and Cang Lang were all dead, if Ye Chenfeng hadn’t entered his darkened state at that time, maybe he wouldn’t have killed Cang Lang immediately and would have learned some useful information from him before bidding him farewell. But now, all leads had been severed.

Having gone through so much, it was no wonder that Ye Chenfeng became increasingly cautious.

"Chenfeng, what are you thinking about?" Wu Xiaofei asked Ye Chenfeng as she handed him an apple she’d peeled, catching him frowning.

"It’s nothing! Nothing at all!" Ye Chenfeng took the peeled apple from Wu Xiaofei and thought to himself, "I’m probably overthinking it, aren’t I? That last thing the King said was just venting, right?" (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read at m.qidian.com.)