The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 818 - 814: The Contest of Speed

In the beginning, the King had used medicine to quickly enhance his strength to the level of a King Level Peak, when Ye Chenfeng’s Soul Force had only been at the peak of level ten. If it had not been for the black gas in his Dantian playing its role, allowing him to enter a blackened state, he would have likely died at the hands of the King then.

However, now Ye Chenfeng possessed the strength of the Initial Stage of King Level, and when facing a master of King Level Peak, he also had full confidence. Likewise, he continuously elevated the Soul Force within his body, his gaze fixated on the middle-aged man in front of him, fearing that the middle-aged man might suddenly launch an attack.

After sensing the intensity of Ye Chenfeng’s Soul Force, a look of shock appeared in the middle-aged man’s eyes. He couldn’t help but sigh, "It seems the data I had before was inaccurate. Have you really reached the Initial Stage of King Level?"

The middle-aged man was now thirty-eight years old. He had only just reached the level of King Level Peak, and he drank a variety of high-tech supportive medicines every day, spending most of his time in high-tech training. He was certain that Ye Chenfeng did not enjoy such treatment, meaning that Ye Chenfeng’s strength was entirely self-improved.

A King Level Soul Force master in his twenties? In the middle-aged man’s view, Ye Chenfeng would be considered a talent in any place. He believed that with various high-tech assistances, Ye Chenfeng’s strength would advance by leaps and bounds. Unfortunately, Ye Chenfeng no longer had this opportunity. The moment Ye Chenfeng killed the King, he was destined to stand on the opposite side of them.

An excited smile suddenly appeared on the middle-aged man’s face. Since Ye Chenfeng was a talent, this talent was now going to die at his hands, how could this not excite him?

Ye Chenfeng, your strength is beyond my expectations. It seems we really can have a good time tonight," the middle-aged man said, sticking out his tongue to lick his slightly dry lips, his face filled with a bloodthirsty expression.

The aura of Initial Stage King Level Soul Force unfurled ceaselessly from within Chenfeng, but he did not choose to strike immediately. Instead, he asked tentatively, "You are not from this era either?"

"Not from this era?" A trace of confusion flashed across the middle-aged man’s face, then he immediately said, "Ye Chenfeng, I don’t understand what you’re talking about. If you’re trying to distract my attention to deliver a fatal blow, then you can quit daydreaming. I am a master of King Level Peak, while you are merely an Initial Stage master."

"I don’t consider you an opponent, let alone one worthy of being my opponent. In my eyes, you’re just a toy that can bring me some fun, and a one-time toy at that," the middle-aged man spoke with boundless arrogance. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

The middle-aged man’s confusion naturally did not escape Ye Chenfeng’s eyes. He thought to himself, "It seems that this person isn’t a soul traverser. If the opponent were weaker, I might be able to cripple them first and then use hypnosis to interrogate. But this middle-aged man is as strong as I am. The only option is to find an opportunity to settle him quickly."

"Ye Chenfeng, now is not the time to space out. Let me see your strength!"

No sooner had his words fallen than the middle-aged man’s figure appeared in front of Ye Chenfeng.

The middle-aged man moved incredibly fast, like a magician who could teleport instantly. His body emitted a rolling aura of King Level Peak, and his right hand transformed into a blade, completely enveloped by Soul Force, as he furiously slashed towards Ye Chenfeng’s neck.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The air around seemed to be cleaved by the middle-aged man’s hand blade, and the immense power of this strike could easily split a chunk of solid rock into rubble. If it were to hit a human neck, the bones in the neck would likely shatter instantly. The middle-aged man started with a lethal move, evidently intending to immediately send Ye Chenfeng to meet the King of Hell.

The sound of the air friction caused by the middle-aged man’s hand blade made Ye Chenfeng’s eardrums ache slightly. However, there was no hint of panic on Chenfeng’s face, as the middle-aged man’s strength and speed were almost identical to what he had anticipated.

Ye Chenfeng raised his left arm directly, which was instantly enveloped by Soul Force. He intended to use his arm to block the middle-aged man’s hand blade.

The middle-aged man admired Ye Chenfeng’s composure in the face of danger, but soon a cold sneer replaced his expression. In such a situation, the correct choice for Chenfeng would have been to evade. Instead, he chose to meet force with force. In the middle-aged man’s view, with his King Level Peak strength, this hand blade was enough to cripple Ye Chenfeng’s entire left arm.

"Ye Chenfeng, you’re about to become a one-armed hero," the middle-aged man roared from his throat, his hand chopping mercilessly towards Ye Chenfeng’s left arm.

"Bang!"

When the middle-aged man’s hand chop came into contact with Ye Chenfeng’s left arm, the smile on his face froze. The scene he had envisioned didn’t occur. It felt as if his hand chop had struck an extremely hard piece of metal, and the force coming from Ye Chenfeng’s left arm was on par with his own? This left the middle-aged man utterly baffled.

After their brief initial clash, both Ye Chenfeng and the middle-aged man each took two steps back. In fact, Ye Chenfeng had had the opportunity to dodge the middle-aged man’s hand chop by using the Storm Step Technique, which should have given him an edge in speed. However, Ye Chenfeng chose not to do so, opting to clash head-on with the man to gauge the depth of his strength.

The middle-aged man’s expression suddenly became grave as he muttered to himself, "Impossible, how could this be? You’re clearly only at the initial stage of King Level, while I have the power of the peak of King Level. How could you possibly block my strike?"

"In this world, nothing is impossible."

Seizing the moment of the middle-aged man’s shock, Ye Chenfeng knew it was an excellent opportunity to kill him. He immediately executed the Storm Step Technique, rapidly moving toward the man, surrounded by whirlwinds.

Upon seeing Ye Chenfeng’s speed, the shock on the middle-aged man’s face intensified. The speed that Ye Chenfeng displayed was even faster than before, deepening the seriousness in his eyes.

Ye Chenfeng intended to deliver a killing blow, so he transformed his right palm into a fist and threw the most powerful punch he could muster, fast and fierce, aiming straight for the middle-aged man’s head, trying to smash his skull.

Because the middle-aged man kept falling into shock, he had lost the chance to dodge. With the speed he had just shown, he was unable to evade Ye Chenfeng’s punch, and could do nothing but wait for his head to be crushed.

However, just as Ye Chenfeng’s fist was a mere five or six centimeters from the middle-aged man’s head, the man’s figure suddenly moved. His feet carried out a special kind of step, instantly increasing his speed and narrowly avoiding Ye Chenfeng’s deadly punch, faster even than Ye Chenfeng’s Storm Step Technique.

Ye Chenfeng’s fist grazed past the left cheek of the middle-aged man, and even so, it tore open the skin, blasting away a large chunk of flesh and instantly staining half of his face with blood.

After dodging Ye Chenfeng’s punch, the middle-aged man didn’t bother with the blood-drenched left side of his face. He stepped out with that special footwork again, closing in on Ye Chenfeng.

Seeing this, Ye Chenfeng immediately used the Storm Step Technique, yet it was in vain; he couldn’t get rid of the middle-aged man, who was getting closer and closer.

"Bang!"

The middle-aged man’s foot landed directly on Ye Chenfeng’s stomach. Ye Chenfeng had no time to evade, and he staggered back five or six steps. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and blood sprayed from his mouth.

The pain in his left cheek seemed to have no effect on the middle-aged man, who spoke with an even colder tone, "Ye Chenfeng, now you’re worthy of knowing my name. I am called Ling Bao. Do you know why they call me Ling Bao? Because my speed is like a nimble leopard."

"I indeed underestimated your strength just now. We’re evenly matched in power, but the true speed I can display is much faster than a typical warrior at the peak of King Level. So, from now on, I won’t give you any chance to harm me again."

"If it’s a contest of speed, you’re no match for me."

Ling Bao let the blood slide down his left cheek without stopping, even licking the blood that reached the corner of his mouth into his own mouth. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)