Chapter 176: Today, I Will Make Nanjun Flow with Rivers of Blood and Pile Up with Mountains of Corpses

Chapter 176: Chapter 176: Today, I Will Make Nanjun Flow with Rivers of Blood and Pile Up with Mountains of Corpses

Su Youning had nowhere to run. Just as Ling Chen’s lecherous hand was about to touch her oval face, she was so panicked she was on the verge of tears.

But just then, the sound of something heavy hitting the floor echoed from behind. In the next instant, a figure flashed forward, grabbed Ling Chen’s right wrist, and twisted.

A sharp CRACK rang out, followed immediately by Ling Chen’s blood-curdling scream.

From behind, Su Feng watched in horror as Ling Chen’s right wrist was snapped clean in two. Bone splinters jutted out, and blood gushed everywhere. It was a ghastly sight.

Then, a calm voice spoke. "Since you don’t seem to want this paw of yours, I’ll go ahead and get rid of it for you."

It was Ye Feng.

"Ye Feng!" Su Youning cried out. She stumbled over and hid behind him, clutching the corner of his shirt, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Ye Feng patted the back of Su Youning’s hand and said gently, "Ningning, it’s okay. I’m here now."

The words had barely left his lips when Ling Chen glared at him, his eyes bloodshot as he roared, "So you’re here? Who the hell do you think you are? You actually fucking dare to play the hero? Let me tell you, you’re not worthy! Today, you won’t be able to protect anyone. In fact, you’ll be the one lying helpless on the ground!"

With that, he looked at the man in the training suit behind him and snarled through clenched teeth, "Second Uncle, do it! Cripple him for me!"

"It’s his second uncle, Ling Chong, the Second Master of the Ling family!" someone in the crowd recognized the man in the training suit and yelled out.

Someone nearby who didn’t recognize him asked in confusion, "Is the Ling family’s Second Master that strong?"

The first person replied with a look of dread, "He was the third-place champion in the South County Martial Arts Tournament for three years running. Besides the top two, he dominates all of South County—no one else even comes close. His cultivation has reached Tier Eight Martial Venerable. You tell me, is he strong?"

Hearing this, Su Feng felt her blood run cold. She looked at Ye Feng and yelled frantically:

"Ye Feng, where’s that big, powerful friend of yours? Tell him to get over here, quick! Otherwise, none of us are getting out of here today!"

But as soon as the words were out, she shook her head. "It’s too late. Even if you call him now, it’s over. None of us are walking out of here today."

Ye Feng looked at Su Feng and said calmly, "My friend isn’t here. But I can handle this myself."

Su Feng grew frantic. "’Handle this yourself’? Like hell you can! That man is a supreme master, a Tier Eight Martial Venerable! He’s the third-place champion of the South County tournament! What makes you think you stand a chance? Are you still bragging at a time like this? Do you find this funny?"

Su Youning’s face went pale with fright. She tugged at Ye Feng’s shirt and cried out in a panic, "He’s too strong! We have to get out of here!"

Her words had just faded when Ling Chen stepped in front of them. He stared at Su Youning and sneered, "So now you realize how strong he is? Too late.

Thinking of leaving? In your dreams. None of you are going anywhere. Today, not only am I going to cripple him, but I’m going to take you right in front of him. This is the price for offending me..."

Before he could finish, Ye Feng’s right foot shot up and slammed directly into his crotch. With two sickening THUDS, Ling Chen let out another blood-curdling scream. He collapsed to the floor, curled up like a prawn and twitching uncontrollably.

Ye Feng looked down at him and said coolly, "Still want to spout that filth? Fine. I’ll just geld you."

Everyone there stared at Ye Feng, completely stunned. They had just announced who Ling Chong was, yet this guy still dared to attack Ling Chen so viciously. ’He must have a death wish!’

There was no way Ling Chong would let him get away with that. All eyes turned to him.

Sure enough, Ling Chong’s face had turned a livid shade of gray. He glared at Ye Feng and spoke in a sinister tone:

"You dare injure my nephew right in front of me? Do you think I’m just a decoration? Do you take me for some pushover you can step on whenever you please?!

Well, let me tell you, I’m not! You dared to harm a member of the Ling family, so this is where you’ll stay!"

With that, he stomped his feet and shot forward like a lightning bolt. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Ye Feng, swinging his right fist ferociously down toward Ye Feng’s temple.

Standing behind Ye Feng, Su Youning was enveloped by the sheer force of the punch, and she suddenly found it hard to breathe. She stared at the man in front of her and screamed in terror:

"Watch out!"

Just then, Ling Chen lifted his head from the ground, glaring at Ye Feng and snarling through clenched teeth, "’Watch out’? No matter how careful he is today, he won’t escape a violent death. This is the price for daring to offend the Ling family..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Ye Feng finally moved. He casually lifted his right hand and flicked it toward Ling Chong’s chest.

The gesture didn’t look like part of a fight; it was more like he was swatting away an annoying fly.

But in the next instant, everyone watched in utter disbelief as Ling Chong was sent flying backward as if he’d been hit by a speeding train. He crashed heavily to the ground, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

Ling Chen turned his head, and his pupils shrank. He could clearly see a wound on Ling Chong’s chest so deep that the bone was visible. The flesh around it was peeled back, and blood was spraying uncontrollably.

Ling Chong struggled to get up, but collapsed weakly the next second. He twitched a few times, then went completely still.

Everyone at the scene was frozen in shock.

Who was Ling Chong? He was the third-place champion of the South County Martial Arts Tournament! A supreme master at the Tier Eight Martial Venerable realm! A man who could dominate almost the entire martial arts world of South County, an existence no one could challenge! And yet, Ye Feng had just swatted him dead as if he were nothing more than a stray dog. How... how was that possible?

Ling Chen was also stunned, and it took him a long moment to snap out of it. He struggled to his feet, stumbled over to Ling Chong, and cradled him, shaking him frantically and shouting:

"Second Uncle, wake up! Wake up!"

But Ling Chong remained motionless.

Motionless, hell. He’d stopped breathing ages ago.

Ling Chen whipped his head around, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Ye Feng as he roared, "You crippled me and killed my second uncle! You’re really determined to make an enemy of the Ling family, aren’t you? Fine. Very good. Just you wait! You just wait!"

With that, he pulled out his phone and made a call.

Su Feng shrieked, "Ye Feng, stop him! Don’t let him call for backup, or we’re finished!"

But Ye Feng just chuckled. "Calling for backup? Two can play at that game."

Then he took out his own phone and sent a mass text: "This is Ye Feng. I’m at the Chanel boutique on Sunshine Avenue..."

Ye Feng had just put his phone down when Ling Chen let out a sinister laugh. "Heh, you want to have a contest of calling for backup? Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. I’ll make you understand right now—compared to the Ling family, your people are jack shit."

Just then, the call connected, and Ling Chen immediately started wailing, "Dad! I’ve been gelded! Second Uncle was murdered! The Ling family is being humiliated! We’re being pushed around and killed! *Sob sob...*"

A grief-stricken cry came through the phone. "Second Brother! My dear Second Brother!"

This was followed by the sound of loud, unrestrained sobbing. After a long moment, the man on the other end managed to compose himself slightly. He spoke through clenched teeth:

"Tell me the address. I’m on my way with my men!"

"The Chanel boutique on Sunshine Avenue! And Dad, the other guy might have some backing. You’d better bring a lot of people!"

The voice on the phone answered through gritted teeth, "’Some backing’? Fine. Today, I’d like to see just how much backing he has. I’d like to see if he can overturn the very heavens."

The call ended with an enraged roar: "Gather our forces! Mobilize every asset the Ling family has! Today, I will make the rivers of South County run red with blood and pile the corpses into mountains...!"