Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God-Chapter 506: Dark Horse!

The man was handsome, with a tall and burly frame, his long hair dyed a dazzling golden yellow, which made him quite eye-catching. However, his face bore an unyielding and rebellious expression.

By his side stood several young men, each dressed in a suit with dark skin and rings on their fingers, unmistakably the type who were uneducated and born into wealth.

"No need, I'm just passing by. I won't get involved with your group, carry on, I'm leaving!"

With that, Ye Ling was ready to leave.

But the man wasn't about to let it go so easily. He hurriedly stepped forward to block Ye Ling's path, barring his way with a smile, "Little brother, by doing this, are you not giving us face?"

Ye Ling glanced at the man with indifference, "Give you face? What makes you think you're worthy, as if you're qualified to talk to me? I'm just passing by and don't want to cause trouble!"

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Ye Ling's words were filled with disdain, and upon hearing them, the group of rich second-generations immediately fumed with rage.

"Damn it, I talk to you to give you face, don't fucking refuse what's given to you, I'm telling you now, if you don't agree to join our team today, you won't leave here alive!"

The man roared.

Hearing these words, Ye Ling couldn't help but shake his head with a laugh, "Tsk tsk, you're quite arrogant. I'm actually rather looking forward to what comes next, but I'd advise you to just beat it, to spare yourselves even greater injuries later!"

Upon hearing Ye Ling's threat, the hot-headed youths were even more infuriated. This bastard was utterly rampant, daring to threaten them. It was simply intolerable!

"Kid, refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, to your death!"

Several members of his group charged toward Ye Ling with great momentum, some wielding Wolf Fang Clubs, others with large machetes, and even some held steel pipes and iron rods, smashing them viciously toward Ye Ling.

Seeing the few guys charge at him like fierce evil spirits, the corner of Ye Ling's mouth curled up, and his figure swiftly retreated backward.

Without any Spiritual Energy, Ye Ling's speed was still fast. His figure flickered in place, dodging the assailants' attacks, then he performed a mid-air somersault, stretching his arms to leap down from the sky.

Ye Ling's movements were as smooth as flowing clouds, dashing and graceful, with an indescribable aesthetic. Had a woman seen it, she would surely have been moved by him.

But to those guys, Ye Ling was just a coward who, seeing their formidable presence, had panicked and fled.

"Haha, that guy actually ran away scared, haha!"

"Really fucking shameful! He was all high and mighty just now! Never thought we'd scare him into such a wimpy mess in a blink of an eye!"

"Great, great, he really made us brothers proud!"

...

Seeing Ye Ling apparently running away in fear incited loud mockery from the surrounding crowd.

Ye Ling paid them no heed and instead stood on a stone closest to the arena, watching the group of guys with interest.

He watched the guys with a cold smile on his lips and eyes rolling. Suddenly his lips curled into a mischievous smile; then with a light tap of his toes, his body shot up into the sky at high speed.

Ye Ling swiftly glided overhead, reaching above those guys in the blink of an eye.

The men, seeing Ye Ling taking the initiative to attack, were stunned for a moment. But they quickly reacted, raising their weapons to viciously strike at Ye Ling.

At that moment, Ye Ling's figure hovered over their heads, his body narrowly and uncannily dodging the onslaught in a dangerous angle before appearing abruptly in front of one of the men.

Ye Ling twisted his body, executing a beautiful back kick.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The guy was kicked squarely in the chest by Ye Ling and sent flying, tumbling through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, vomiting blood profusely.

Seizing the moment, Ye Ling picked up the steel pipe that had been in the man's hand and smashed it hard onto another guy's face.

Clang!

The steel pipe crashed down on that guy's face, shattering his nasal bones, splattering blood, and leaving him slumped on the ground, his face twisted in excruciating pain.

The other guys, seeing how ferocious Ye Ling was, froze for a moment, but then quickly came to their senses and rushed at Ye Ling with their weapons raised.

Yet Ye Ling laughed loudly, gripping the steel pipe in his hand and swinging it wildly at them.

"Get the fuck out of my way!"

With a thunderous roar, Ye Ling lifted the steel pipe, and those few guys were all flung far away, landing on the distant ring.

For a moment, there was utter silence beneath the ring, as everyone's eyes were wide open, their faces filled with shock as they stared at Ye Ling.

They had never expected Ye Ling to be so powerful; taking on several at once, which wasn't unheard of in the underground boxing world, but he was certainly a rare breed!

"Dark horse! Dark horse! Dark horse..."

The audience below exploded into cheers, their enthusiasm instantly ignited, as they shouted and howled as if releasing the excitement in their hearts.

"Great! Boss! Well done!"

People like Gao Quan in the spectator seats also couldn't help but slap the table and cheer, their excitement akin to seeing their own victory over an enemy.

The guys on the ring were completely dumbfounded as well; they had never seen Ye Ling make a move, nor did they know that his strength was so fearsome.

And now they finally realized the seriousness of the situation; if the fight continued, they feared their entire group would be annihilated!

"Damn it, retreat, retreat now!"

The leader of the group shouted loudly, and then the others quickly picked themselves up from the ground and ran away, not daring to even glance at Ye Ling, as if he were a primordial beast, stirring fear in their hearts.

Ye Ling's strength had been deeply etched into their minds, leaving a permanent mark.

Seeing them flee, Ye Ling smiled faintly, his body suddenly moved, charging towards those few people.

After all, whoever dared to lay a hand on him would have to pay a price, a very painful one at that!

Ye Ling was very fast. Although he had no spiritual energy, his physical strength was many times stronger than that of an ordinary person, so his speed was naturally unquestionable.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Ling had already caught up, and those guys could feel his presence, their heart rates skyrocketing, and sweat beads dribbling down their foreheads.

"Fuck! What the hell does this bastard want?"