Supreme Warrior in the City
Chapter 120: Get lost now, or you won’t live past 120.

Chapter 120: Get lost now, or you won’t live past 120.

Everyone failed to notice until they followed Su Yang’s gaze. To their surprise, they saw a silhouette rapidly approaching from outside the window, dashing into the hall in the blink of an eye.

All were stunned; they were on the top floor of a three-story building. That person had run over from the outside as if riding the clouds and mist, stepping on air as if it were solid ground. What kind of power was that!

Thunderclap Hand Wang Jinglei’s eyes flickered with a sharp glint as he said in a deep voice, "Emperor’s Skywalk, are you an expert at the Integration Realm?"

The newcomer was a man in his twenties, handsome with a touch of sinister in his eyes. He smirked proudly, "You can even tell my movement technique, not bad for someone with a bit of insight."

Wang Jing Lei’s expression changed drastically; he was only at the Qi Refining Peak, how could he contend with a master of the Fusion Realm?

Su Yang, however, sneered at this. What the young man had just shown was not the true Emperor’s Skywalk but merely a form of short-distance lightness skill. Of course, the young man was not weak, stronger than Wang Jing Lei, and thus a formidable opponent. No wonder he dared to come here alone!

The young man’s gaze fell upon Hu Xiexie, and he said with a faint smile, "Xiexie, I’ve come for you!"

Hu Xiexie showed a frightened expression and involuntarily stepped back as she exclaimed in panic, "Ren Yuanfeng, I’ve told you before, stop harassing me!"

Ren Yuanfeng chuckled lightly, "Xiexie, this isn’t harassment, this is love. We are the perfect match, and besides, you are the woman I’ve chosen. In this life, I’m the only man for you, and you can’t escape it!"

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Hao Jun was the first to jump up, angrily saying, "Can’t you understand what Xiexie is saying? Xiexie told you to scram, did you hear that..."

With a casual wave of his hand, Ren Yuanfeng sent Hao Jun flying backward, slamming into a distant wall with blood streaming from his nose and mouth, his life hanging by a thread.

"Jun’er!" Hao Tiangong roared, crushing the cup in his hand and rising furiously, "You brat, so cruel in your attack, I can’t let you get away with this!"

Hao Tiangong charged forth, engaging in combat with Ren Yuanfeng.

The two of them exchanged blows seven or eight times in the blink of an eye, with the onlookers only hearing the howling wind sweeping everything around them.

The battle began quickly and ended just as fast. With a cold shout, the two men separated in the arena. But Ren Yuanfeng stood proud and unmoved while Hao Tiangong staggered backward, spitting blood, and collapsed to the ground.

"Not even worth one strike!" Ren Yuanfeng said coldly.

Hao Tiangong’s complexion was deathly pale, and the battle had made it clear to him that he was not in the same league as Ren Yuanfeng.

Li Wanxiong’s expression turned even graver. He looked to Wang Jing Lei, saying softly, "Senior Wang..."

Wang Jing Lei himself was also frightened by Ren Yuanfeng’s prowess, but having promised Li Wanxiong, he now had no choice but to steel himself and step up.

"Young friend, as the proverb goes, better to settle a feud than to exacerbate it. I am Thunderclap Hand Wang Jing Lei, a sworn brother of Fist King of Baichuan, He Tianzhang, from the provincial city. May I know which sect or school you hail from? Could you grant me some lenience..."

Ren Yuanfeng cut off Wang Jing Lei, "Even if He Tianzhang himself were here, he wouldn’t dare to ask for any favors from me. Who do you think you are to talk to me this way!"

Wang Jing Lei’s face turned pale. He Tianzhang was also a well-known master in the provincial city, ranked among the top twenty in Pingnan Province. And yet, in Ren Yuanfeng’s eyes, he was hardly worthy of mention? Wasn’t Ren Yuanfeng being too arrogant!

"Young man, one should forgive when mercy is possible!" Wang Jing Lei said in a stern voice.

"Nonsense!" Ren Yuanfeng snapped coldly, swinging his fist towards Wang Jing Lei.

Left with no choice, Wang Jing Lei had to meet the attack with his own. The two of them quickly came to blows.

Wang Jing Lei was naturally much stronger than Hao Tiangong. However, he was still no match for Ren Yuanfeng.

After ten minutes, Wang Jing Lei stumbled back two steps, suppressing the blood rising in his throat, his face deathly pale, "I lost!"

Everyone was shocked, even Wang Jinglei had been defeated—Who could possibly stop Ren Yuanfeng?

Li Wanxiong’s face turned even paler. At this rate, wouldn’t Hu Xiexie be taken away by Ren Yuanfeng?

"A bunch of trash, wasting my time," Ren Yuanfeng spat and turned toward Hu Xiexie, smiling, "Xiexie, shall we go? A single moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold; let’s not waste any more time here!"

Hu Xiexie shook her head repeatedly, desperately trying to dodge backward, not wanting to face Ren Yuanfeng directly.

"Ren Yuanfeng, don’t you go too far!" Li Wanxiong shouted angrily.

"Even if I do go too far, what could you do about it?" Ren Yuanfeng sneered, "If you weren’t Xiexie’s uncle, you would have died more than ten times by now. Get lost, don’t block my way!"

With a wave of his hand, Ren Yuanfeng sent Li Wanxiong stumbling several steps back, the disparity between them was crystal clear.

Li Wanxiong’s gaze swept across the crowd before finally landing on Duan Chengjiu, whispering, "Brother Duan, it’s just you and me left..."

"Brother Li, you are mistaken," Duan Chengjiu chuckled, "I think this young brother and Miss Hu are very well-matched, a perfect pair of talent and beauty. It’s not appropriate for us to tear them apart, right?"

"Ah?" Li Wanxiong was stunned. Was Duan Chengjiu such a fickle person? At this time, he was outright currying favor with Ren Yuanfeng?

"Ha ha ha..." Ren Yuanfeng laughed proudly, "It’s the wise who adapt!"

Li Wanxiong’s face was ashen. The people he had brought to help were no match for Ren Yuanfeng. Could it be that Hu Xiexie would indeed be taken away by Ren Yuanfeng?

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out, "You’re right, it’s the wise who adapt. Now scram, and you might live!"

Everyone turned to look in unison, only to see Su Yang leisurely sipping tea, not even glancing at Ren Yuanfeng.

Ren Yuanfeng’s face turned icy, and he said sternly, "Were you the one who just spoke?"

"Hu Xiexie..." Hu Xiexie called out nervously.

Su Yang smiled at Hu Xiexie and said, "Yes, it was me!"

Ren Yuanfeng grew even angrier and said sternly, "I didn’t want to kill anyone tonight, but because of your words, you will die!"

With those words, Ren Yuanfeng lunged straight toward Su Yang.

"Damn, this kid is done for!" That was the only thought in everyone’s mind.

"Be careful, Su Yang!" Hu Xiexie also cried out in alarm.

Su Yang seemed not to have noticed at all, continuing to sip his tea. Just as Ren Yuanfeng’s fist was about to strike his chest, Su Yang raised his hand and casually threw a punch back.

The fists collided, and Ren Yuanfeng was sent staggering back several steps, his arm trembling, clearly injured!

Everyone present was stunned. What just happened? Ren Yuanfeng, repelled by a casual punch from Su Yang?

"How... How is this possible?" Ren Yuanfeng was flabbergasted. Moments later, he violently grabbed a jade pendant from his body, crushed it forcefully, and a mass of black light instantly enveloped him.

In that instant, a devastating aura spread throughout the room, and everyone felt a sense of despair—the kind that comes from facing an absolute power.

"That’s... that’s too strong. That is the power of the Integration Realm..." Wang Jing Lei turned to Su Yang and said with a trembling voice, "Does this young man still have a chance to live?"