Chapter 43: He Is Terribly Steady

Liu Wen was, after all, a man who had spent many years knocking about in the underworld; when Li Fei charged over, he did not retreat, but instead revealed a fierce glint in his eyes, raised the iron rod in his hand, and swung it at Li Fei with all his might!

His nickname was "Blind Bear," not only because he was blind in one eye, but also because his frame was tall and his brute strength was like a bear's.

Whoosh—

The iron rod arrived with the sound of wind, and Li Fei raised his arm to block it.

"Courting death!"

Liu Wen had had too many similar experiences and was very confident that this strike would break the opponent's arm!

However, when the iron rod slammed heavily onto Li Fei's right arm, Liu Wen did not feel the usual sensation; instead, it felt like he had struck a tire full of air, and the iron rod was bounced away.

"Ah—"

The next second, Liu Wen let out a miserable shriek, doubled over, and collapsed to the ground, his face turning pale.

It was Li Fei who, while raising his arm to block, had simultaneously kicked the opponent in the crotch!

He did not hold back with this kick, and he clearly felt something break under his foot.

This man would likely have to say goodbye to being a man for the rest of his life.

Having dealt with the leader in one move, Li Fei's tense heart finally calmed down a little.

Whether in his past life or this one, he had never encountered such a situation; it was impossible not to be nervous.

"Good thing I was cautious enough."

Li Fei thought to himself with relief.

Ever since he had eaten a meal with Lu Zhangwu and the others that day, he had carried two bags of lime powder with him every day, specifically to defend against the Tiger Blade Gang!

Although he had not yet had a direct confrontation with the Tiger Blade Gang, one must always be on guard against others, especially a vicious gang like the Tiger Blade Gang that stopped at nothing; he dared not let his guard down even more.

Lime powder was easy to get, not heavy, and convenient to carry; it was simply a sharp weapon for self-defense!

Li Fei, having dealt with Liu Wen, could actually have run away, but after his nervous mood settled, he suddenly didn't want to run as much.

For one, these people looked like small-time thugs in a gang, with average strength, just right for him to increase his practical combat experience.

Secondly, he had just obtained the Blood Soul Skill "Blood Rage," and it was the perfect time to use these people to practice.

Thirdly, he was short on money, and these people might just have some on them.

With these thoughts flashing through his mind in the blink of an eye, Li Fei turned around, bent down to pick up the iron rod Liu Wen had dropped on the ground, and charged forward!

The five lackeys who had just dealt with the lime looked in surprise at Li Fei, who hadn't fled but was instead charging at them, feeling somewhat bewildered.

"Charge—"

A small leader shouted, taking the lead to meet Li Fei.

There was no reason for their side of over a dozen people to be scared off by one person.

As the two sides were about to close in, Li Fei activated "Blood Rage."

Inside the Myriad Blood Bead, one blood soul was instantly consumed.

The next second, a warm current surged out from the Myriad Blood Bead, rapidly pouring into Li Fei's limbs and bones, filling his entire body with explosive power!

For the first time in a long while, Li Fei felt his blood boiling, and he wanted to roar out loud.

He swung the iron rod forward with all his might, and the small leader charging at him did the same.

Bang!!

Two iron rods collided fiercely with the sound of breaking wind, the point of impact caving inward.

The next second, the iron rod in the small leader's hand flew out of his grip.

He looked horrified, unable to understand how this youth, who did not look sturdy, could erupt with such powerful strength; even the gang leader Liu Wen, who had the most strength in the gang, was not his match!

Taking advantage of the opponent's daze, Li Fei decisively used a hooking leg to easily trip him to the ground, then followed up with a "soccer kick"—strictly forbidden in tournament matches—kicking the opponent heavily in the face!

The opponent groaned, his nasal bone fractured instantly, his face blooming with blood, and the immense pain caused him to pass out.

Li Fei continued to meet the remaining lackeys.

Four lackeys charged almost simultaneously; two attacked head-on, and two attacked from the sides, one left and one right, one striking at Li Fei's shoulder and one bending down to strike at his legs.

These four coordinated well, clearly not their first time doing such a thing.

Li Fei raised his right arm to block his head, letting the two lackeys in front strike his arm with their iron rods.

He first used the Heavenly Steel Tyrant Body to dissipate the force, then the iron rod in his hand, like a sharp sword, thrust straight forward into the chest of one lackey.

The lackey who was stabbed turned pale instantly, dropped his iron rod, clutched his chest with both hands, stumbled to the ground, and wailed loudly.

Bang! Bang!

At the same time, the two lackeys on the left and right also struck Li Fei with their iron rods.

One hit his shoulder, one hit his leg, striking with enough force to slightly bend the iron rods, but Li Fei's body didn't even sway; his hands didn't stop, and he continued to thrust the iron rod, now stained with blood at the tip, toward the second lackey in front.

"Ah—"

As the scream rang out, Li Fei dealt with another one.

He turned and swung the iron rod in his hand at the lackey on the right; the opponent subconsciously raised his iron rod to block, and with a bang, his iron rod was smashed to the ground, followed immediately by a strike to his arm, which fractured on the spot!

This lackey clutched his arm and began to wail.

Li Fei felt that his current strength was already greater than that of Zhou Yishan, who dominated the Xingcheng Vocational School with his strength!

He turned and swung the iron rod to the left, easily dealing with another person.

In just a few seconds, counting Liu Wen, six people were already lying on the ground, with six remaining.

The remaining six lackeys had been charging over just now, and by the time Li Fei had dealt with the six, they had just arrived.

Before they could even feel fear, Li Fei had already thrown away the bent iron rod in his hand, swapped it for a new one, and took the initiative to charge at them.

It was still the same: raising his arm to take the hits head-on, then using the iron rod to poke.

With Li Fei's current strength, the outcome of being poked head-on was a direct bone fracture!

As he dealt with the two in front, one lackey circled behind him, pulled a dagger from his waist with a fierce look, and stabbed it hard into his lower back!

These people had all seen blood; if it weren't for the fact that the employer this time requested no loss of life, they wouldn't have just brought iron rods, but would have brought machetes.

However, some still carried daggers on them.

As this person successfully stabbed Li Fei with the dagger, the others breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter how well Li Fei could fight, being stabbed in the lower back would surely finish him.

Ding—

With a crisp sound, the lackey who had stabbed Li Fei's lower back with the dagger froze.

His blade did not pierce in, but was blocked by an iron plate.

"Stab-proof vest? He's wearing a stab-proof vest?!"

A lackey looked at Li Fei with the expression of someone seeing a ghost.

A stab-proof vest was standard equipment for the Inspectorate, a vest composed of two iron plates, front and back, specifically used to defend against machete slashes and dagger stabs.

People from the Inspectorate would wear this equipment when dealing with gang members, so these lackeys from the Bear Strength Gang were very familiar with it.

Li Fei had a father who was a captain in the Inspectorate, so getting this equipment wasn't difficult, but the problem was, how much of a freak must this person be to carry lime powder every day and wear a stab-proof vest under his clothes?

On the tree-lined path, Li Fei, with a righteous look, turned around, the shadows of the trees on both sides enveloping him.

At this moment, his not-so-tall figure appeared somewhat terrifying in the eyes of these lackeys.

(End of chapter)