ed West and his men, leaving them with no chance to fight back. The situation had devolved into a cat-and-mouse game. A group of unscathed mercenaries, armed with guns and cackling with glee, searched...Chapter 1: Main Text

Chapter 101: To the Strongest (Part 2)

To the Strongest (Chinese)

(1) Feeling a bone-chilling coldness behind him, Ye Fan suddenly stepped forward. As he stepped out, his body turned instantly. The dagger that was originally aimed at his back became a blur across his chest. The thug was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Ye Fan to dodge his attack. He was about to strike Ye Fan's chest with the back of his hand when Ye Fan, like lightning, struck first. He grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it with force. The man cried out in pain, his grip on the dagger loosened, and the blade fell downwards. Ye Fan caught it in his other hand and, in a swift counter-attack, stabbed towards the man's shoulder!

"Ugh!" With a cry, Ye Fan's dagger directly pierced the man's shoulder, instantly spraying a jet of blood. The man let out a scream, and then Ye Fan suddenly pulled out his dagger and plunged it into his mouth. He didn't thrust it too deep, but lodged it in his gums and with a forceful slash, he carved a deep gash into his gums. Blood seeped out instantly, staining the ground crimson, and several teeth were chipped away.

"Oh... ot! A mournful cry came from his's mouth, the pain transmitted from his gums multiplied several times that of other areas, and the whole person fainted from the pain. Ye Fan had already let go of him and turned to face another thug.

This time, before the thug could make a move, Ye Fan's dagger had already plunged into his shoulder. Then, with a kick, he sent him flying. However, as the man's body was flying, Ye Fan casually pulled out the dagger.

The man's body continuously collided with several of his companions, but several thugs once again came to Ye Fan's back. Three steel pipes and two machetes were almost all directed at Ye Fan's body. Ye Fan swayed his body, dodging two machetes, but his body was hit by two steel pipes in succession. There was a "bang! bang!" sound, and there was a pain from his bones. The furious Ye Fan did not immediately attack the two people holding the steel pipes, but directly rushed towards the two men holding the machetes. His dagger seemed like the scythe of death, instantly slashing towards one person's eyes. The man was startled and instinctively raised his hands to block. Ye Fan changed into a stabbing motion, piercing the man's palm with a knife. The machete in the man's hand also fell off and was grabbed by Ye Fan. Then he swung it back and slashed at the other man. At this moment, the thug happened to swing his machete towards Ye Fan. Ye Fan shook the machete in his hand and it met his blade head-on. There was a crisp "clank" sound in the air—the sound of weapons clashing. Then Ye Fan's machete seemed to have an irresistible attraction, sucking his blade down, instantly slashing at his finger with lightning speed, severing his finger!

"Ah..." A painful cry came from the man's mouth, and the machete in his hand also fell with a "whoosh" sound, landing on the ground. Ye Fan kicked it away and immediately rushed towards another thug...

One, two, three……

People kept falling, and there were constant cries of pain. After about ten minutes, over twenty people lay on the ground, completely out of combat. Ye Fan also had some wounds, but luckily he avoided any vital areas. These wounds weren't fatal.

He still clutched a cleaver in his hand, this being the umpteenth one he had seized during the fight. Heavy gasps escaped his lips; hacking down dozens of people was no easy feat.

The thugs around, including Lin Qiang, all showed expressions of fear. They hadn't expected Ye Fan to be so terrifying. He single-handedly had taken down over twenty people, and dozens more were injured, though not seriously. Of the over a hundred men they brought, more than half were wounded. As for that fellow, besides a few barely noticeable scratches, he hadn't suffered any harm at all Could anyone defeat such a person

Many people's hearts have already been shaken by Ye Fan's strength. They are all street thugs, the lowest-ranking members of the Nanlong Gang. You could say they aren't even official members of the Nanlong Gang. Usually, they follow those big brothers and bully small merchants, extorting protection money, and occasionally fighting with other small gangs. But not many people get hurt. However, now, they have been injured by one person

Seeing their comrades lying on the ground, screaming in agony, many people's eyes showed fear.

Shall we continue

"What are you still hesitating for He's already down, whoever can take him down gets a cash reward of 100,000 and the qualification to become Jun Shao's direct subordinate…" Seeing that the surrounding thugs had fearful looks on their faces, Lin Qiang shouted loudly. If he didn't encourage them further, maybe this many people would be driven back by this single opponent.

As soon as Lin Qiang roared like that, many gangsters who had already lost their morale were instantly energized. Ten thousand dollars They could get ten thousand dollars just by chopping him up Ten thousand dollars would be enough for them to have a good time for a long time, they could even go to those high-end bars and play with some top beauties. Moreover, they could become the direct subordinates of Jun Shao. Who was Jun Shao He was the Third Young Master of the Nanyong Gang! Becoming his direct subordinate meant following Jun Shao around, eating, drinking, and playing without having to do anything.

Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how could they possibly let it go

"Kill..." Someone shouted, and the hooligans who had already retreated surged forward again like they'd been injected with chicken blood, charging at Ye Fan at full speed. What use was his strength anyway He was just one person! Could he possibly beat all of them into submission

Seeing these hooligans, whom he had already intimidated, charging towards him again under Lin Qiang's instigation, Ye Fan's eyes revealed a cold killing intent. Even until now, he had been showing mercy, mainly to avoid a large-scale slaughter and causing too much of an impact. However, since these people were so reckless and charged at him, then don't blame him for what was to come.

"You're looking for death, don't blame me..." Ye Fan was completely enraged at this moment. His gaze locked onto Lin Qiang behind the crowd, and he charged forward with his watermelon knife clenched in his hand...

A hooligan rushed to the front, followed by three or four others. With so many brothers around, he was much bolder. As he neared Ye Fan, the hooligan with the knife swung it viciously toward Ye Fan...

A total of 49,6090, created on September 30, 2013.gh Jīnlóng's face was still a bit pale, he finally understood the power of 'Kuluku'. His expression finally changed."Don't rush, he's finished and then it'll be your turn." Ye Fan didn't raise his hea...