Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 643 - 642: Ren Feicheng’s Chess Piece_1

Chapter 643: Chapter 642: Ren Feicheng’s Chess Piece_1

A formidable aura surrounded Ren Feifan as if at the next moment, everything around him would turn into dust.

Countless streaks of heavy Sword Qi surged towards Ren Feifan. Though the Sword Intent seemed calm, the spectators felt a chilling murderous intent. This Ding Hong was extremely powerful!

The blinding Sword Intent made it impossible for the crowd to see Ren Feifan. His life or death remained unknown.

They all assumed that the youth was surrounded by such terrifying Sword Qi and that he probably wouldn’t survive...

After a while, everything dissipated, but the intense murderous intent made everyone feel a different kind of atmosphere.

Then, to everyone’s shock, a youth stood tall, his face cold and stern.

He spoke indifferently, "Is this the power that fills you with pride?"

Hearing this, Ding Hong showed no anger. He licked his lips, as if tasting blood, his aura much stronger than before. At this moment, he was like a sharp dagger that would bring death to anyone crossing its path.

Suddenly, Ding Hong moved. He jumped with both legs, floating in the air and struck out with his sword.

Shi!

The bloody Sword Qi stretched out in the air, cutting across everything in its path. Trees fell one by one, leaving a dark trench in front of Ren Feifan which was rapidly extending towards him, with potent Sword Qi emanating from it.

With a "bang", Ren Feifan jumped away, swinging his fists at the youth in the air.

Ren Feifan threw a punch, calm as water, devoid of any True Qi.

"You think you can hit me with your bare hands?" Ding Hong smiled wickedly, forsaking his sword and struck with his palm. A bloody palm imprint appeared out of nowhere and rushed towards Ren Feifan.

"Bang!"

Ren Feifan landed and took a step back.

But Ding Hong staggered back three steps upon landing.

With a frown, Ding Hong thought, "This lad is pretty strange, could he be practising Body Refinement?"

If that was the case, he couldn’t just try to overwhelm him with power anymore.

After saying this, Ding Hong once again gripped his Cold Sword, his True Qi flowing like water. The Cold Sword was filled with biting Sword Qi and True Qi. A significant portion of his True Qi was infused into the Cold Sword, pouring into the ground.

Boom!

A blood-red beam of light, several meters thick, enveloped Ren Feifan, shooting up into the sky.

"Sword Qi stands firm!"

Ch chi!

Ren Feifan sensed a hint of danger and took a few steps back. His clothes were a little torn.

Upon seeing Ren Feifan in such a disarray, Ding Hong calmly said, "Aren’t you going to use your weapon? If you don’t, you won’t have another chance...you will face nothing but death!"

Immediately after, a powerful killing intent gushed out of him, instantly enveloping the entire abandoned auto repair shop. Ding Hong’s eyes turned to blood red as he locked onto Ren Feifan and propelled himself forward!

Ren Feifan sighed deeply and a Sacred Sword appeared in his hand.

If the opponent wanted a fight with a sword, he would utterly crush him. After all, the opponent was as good as dead.

The Sword Intent emitted from the blade made Ding Hong feel a sense of desolation.

Ren Feifan sprung forward, slashing down with the Sacred Sword!

"Boom!"

Wherever the Sword Qi reached, everything exploded.

The taxi driver who had dropped Ren Feifan there was also trembling.

"Holy shit, is he even human?"

The thought of such a non-human creature sitting in the back seat, ready to behead him at any time, sent chills down his spine.

"Time to end this."

Ren Feifan’s sword flickered, and his Sword Qi transformed into a Blue Lotus heading straight towards Ding Hong’s Cold Sword.

"Crack!"

The sword in Ding Hong’s hand suddenly broke into two pieces. At the same time, he staggered back several steps, a large mouthful of blood spraying out recklessly. It was evident that he was critically injured, his face as pale as death without a trace of color. He stared at Ren Feifan in disbelief, croaking out:

"Who... Who are you! How can you be so powerful, it’s... impossible!"

What shocked him even more was that the divine weapon in the young man’s hand could even sever his sword.

What kind of sword holds such power?

Master Ren was right... this man posed a threat to him.

Ren Feifan advanced calmly towards Ding Hong, the Sacred Sword in his hand trembling slightly, emanating a "dong dong" sound, brimming with spirituality. It seemed ready to charge at Ding Hong at any moment, cutting through everything in its path.

Ding Hong began to panic. He couldn’t count on the other two men to step in. Even if they did, their intervention wouldn’t change a thing.

In an instant, he lifted his head, commanding in a cold voice, "Do you know the consequences of offending our Red Sect?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ding Hong, with round eyes, felt a chill at his neck, a longsword filled with intense coldness aimed at him.

"The first name on my death list is Ren Feicheng. Do you think bringing up the Red Sect will help you? Do you have any last words? Speak up..."

Ren Feifan coldly gripped his longsword and, perhaps due to the sharpness of the Sacred Sword, it left a slight cut on Ding Hong’s neck without even touching it, causing blood to flow out.

At this moment, Ding Hong realized that his life was hanging by a thread.

From the moment he arrived in Capital City, he had never imagined that such monstrous talent existed in the world!

Even so, Ding Hong’s innate confidence made him fearless. He did not believe that Ren Feifan would dare to kill him.

"Ren Feifan, you could cultivate for ten lifetimes and still not be able to defeat our great Master Ren!"

Ren Feifan shook his head, he felt helpless. He didn’t understand why, even when confronted with death, Ren Feicheng’s lackeys could still be so insubordinate.

Ren Feifan tightened his grip on his sword, a sense of dreariness enveloped the surrounding ten miles, "I may not know how powerful Ren Feicheng is, but I do know that in front of me, you’re as insignificant as an insect. Furthermore, your time for last words is over!"

Ding Hong opened his mouth in surprise, staring at Ren Feifan in disbelief.

Last words... are over?

Has this youth gone mad?

Is he going to kill me?

But the next moment, all his doubts became reality as he felt the life draining from him.

The world plunged into darkness, and all became silent.

The other two men finally reacted, and ran for their lives. This man was nothing short of a demon!

A demon from hell!

But the next second, a longsword thunderously appeared, leaving a crimson streak across both of their necks. They fell to the ground, lifeless.

...

Ren Feifan clapped his hands and walked towards the taxi driver amidst the unusual tranquility.

The driver had been following the fight. He was only hired by the Ren Family, but after witnessing the fight, he was completely terrified. This youth killed without blinking an eye.

His legs trembled. Was the demon coming to kill him?

He only wanted to earn a little money...

The car door opened, and Ren Feifan said casually, "To the 95 Degrees Cafe on North Qing Street."

The driver couldn’t move, not even able hold the steering wheel steadily. He was nearly collapsed, and the next second, he started laughing crazily.

A crease formed between Ren Feifan’s eyebrows. He hadn’t planned on killing the driver, only wanted him to drive him to the cafe. But now, the man was scared out of his wits?

It was just as well. An ordinary person, having witnessed such power, would inevitably break. Going mad was the best outcome.

Ren Feifan shot a strand of True Qi into the driver’s mind, gave a faint smile, and got out of the car.

Then, he took out an Audi S6 from his secret arsenal, got into the car, and headed towards the agreed location.

"Ren Feicheng, it should be interesting when we meet."