Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God-Chapter 492: Petty Trick

The bald man became extremely insane and brutal, his eyes bulging to the extreme, muscles swollen, veins popping. His terrifying momentum seemed as if it could tear the very void apart.

His fists, swirling with boundless power, shot up to the sky and fiercely smashed towards Ye Ling.

Ye Ling's expression became solemn, his toes tapped the ground several times, his body twisted, dodging the bald man's attack. His arm swung up, again waving the Snow Drinking Blade towards the bald man.

"Trifling tricks!"

The bald man let out a cold shout, a straight punch landed on the blade aura Ye Ling had swung out, and the terrible force collided mid-air.

With a crack, the blade aura instantly shattered, turning into specks of starlight that disappeared into the air, as the bald man took a step forward, his fists booming out again.

Ye Ling ground his teeth and roared angrily, his wrist shook, and the Snow Drinking Blade once again slashed towards the bald man's chest.

The figures of the two intertwined, clashing wildly in mid-air. The Snow Drinking Blade in Ye Ling's hands waved through the air, wherever the blade passed, space crumbled inch by inch, leaving behind large black holes.

The bald man was also busy, with each punch thrown, the aura of his fists overflowed, each shadow of his fists containing terrifying power.

The two continued to fight fiercely, neither willing to show weakness. Injuries on Ye Ling multiplied, but he clenched his teeth and persisted, not backing down a bit.

However, Ye Ling's condition worsened, while the bald man grew more and more valiant, with the power inside his body climbing higher and becoming more excited with each passing moment.

But just then, a terrible sense of crisis surged in his heart.

Ye Ling was alarmed, looking up at the bald man before him, only to see a dazzling golden light explode from his eyes, the terrible power surging instantly.

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A streak of gold light, fast to the extreme, flashed past, the bald man's fist solidly striking Ye Ling's chest.

Streams of blood sprayed from Ye Ling's mouth and nose.

Ye Ling only felt that his internal organs seemed to have shifted from their places; his whole body flew backward, crashing heavily onto the ground. He violently spat out blood as though it cost him nothing.

Ye Ling's face became even more deathly pale, his lips devoid of any trace of blood, his entire demeanor utterly wilted.

In the fierce battle with the bald man, Ye Ling had used up most of his strength, while the bald man was still spirited as if nothing had happened at all!

"Hey, kid, I told you, in the face of power, everything else is a paper tiger. No matter how formidable you are, power is ultimately power. No matter how desperately you fight, it's all in vain!"

The bald man snorted coldly, his gaze towards Ye Ling filled with mockery. His body shook, and a terrifying wave of energy instantly spread in the air, sweeping in all directions!

The next moment, the bald man's figure eerily appeared in front of Ye Ling, a leg kicked out towards him.

This leg, carrying peerless destructive power, would seriously injure Ye Ling if it landed, possibly even causing him severe internal damage, assuming it did not kill him first.

"Kid, die!"

The bald man sneered, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty cruelty, his lips curling up at this moment into a beautiful arc, as if he had already envisioned Ye Ling's death under this kick!

Ye Ling struggled to support his body, the waves of severe pain within him causing beads of sweat to stream down his forehead, his eyes filled with a fierce and ruthless hue.

The next moment, Ye Ling hoisted the Snow Drinking Blade with one arm and propelled himself sideways, his wrist flipping as he stabbed fiercely with the blade, cleaving horizontally at the bald man's incoming kick.

With a clang, blade and foot collided, sparking a dazzling array of sparks. Ye Ling staggered backward, while the bald man sneered with a twisted smile, surging forward again toward Ye Ling, swinging his dreadful fist outright.

Punch after punch from the bald man, each delivered with blinding speed, leaving Ye Ling no chance to catch his breath. Twisting in mid-air, Ye Ling met the bald man's fists head-on with the Snow Drinking Blade, steel crossing steel!

"Puchi!"

Rivulets of bright red blood spurted out, staining the Snow Drinking Blade with a dripping red, dyeing the blade.

"Aaaaargh!"

Ye Ling roared out loud, his Snow Drinking Blade slashing wildly at the bald man without restraint.

The light of the blade overflowed, with swathes of blade qi swirling around Ye Ling, roaring like a frenzied dragon.

"You think you can beat me just by holding on? What a joke, I'll let you see just how formidable I am!"

The bald man sneered coldly, stomping down fiercely, causing the flagstones on the ground to shatter. The terrifying aura swirled around him even more intensely.

Meanwhile, the Spiritual Energy within Ye Ling's body had already been completely depleted in the few exchanges.

"I told you, in the face of absolute power, all schemes and tricks are useless, boy. Time to die, let me show you what true power is!"

The bald man bellowed, his fist crashing down on Ye Ling with renewed ferocity, unleashing that terrifying power in a burst of raw force.

With a thud, the bald man's dreadful fist hammered into Ye Ling's body.

Ye Ling was smashed to the ground by the bald man, the floor caving into a deep pit, dust billowing.

His body twitched uncontrollably, his face as pale as paper, while that terrible force continued to ravage his insides.

It was a suffering worse than death for Ye Ling!

At this moment, to say there was no part of Ye Ling's skin without injury would be no exaggeration; his body was entirely covered in wounds, with fresh blood spurting from them, dripping onto the ground in a shocking sight.

"Haha! Boy, do you realize now how weak your power is? I'll tell you, this is the greatest strength, a power you simply cannot contend with!"

The corner of the bald man's mouth twisted up in a bloodthirsty, mad smirk, making his already terrifying visage especially brutal, like a venomous snake coiling at his side, ready to strike at any moment.

The bald man casually picked up the Snow Drinking Blade from the ground, his face wearing a triumphant grin as if he were discussing an insignificant trifle.

"Tsk tsk, boy, I'm going to use your own weapon to end your life, I'm really looking forward to it, I can't wait to witness this scene with my own eyes!"

The bald man appeared excited, licking his lips eagerly, the glint in his eyes as if he had already seen the scene of Ye Ling being slashed to death by his own blade.

Step by step, the bald man walked toward Ye Ling, the heavy sound of his footsteps like drumbeats striking against Ye Ling's heart.