Capítulo 15: Chapter 14: Revenge of an Old Enemy
Wang Batian, the gang leader who was as ruthless and vindictive as a vicious wolf, after experiencing several encounters with Ye Xing Chen and failing miserably, his resentment towards Ye Xing Chen was already like an active volcano that was about to erupt, and his burning anger became hotter and hotter, almost crazy. His heart was occupied by the thought of revenge all the time, as if possessed by a demon, frantically searching for any opportunity that might put Ye Xing Chen to death completely, in a vain attempt to avenge his past shame.
Finally, in a dark and windy, eerie night, as if he was a snake hiding in the darkness, he united with several other forces that also had a blood feud with Ye Xing Chen and hated him to the bone, and carefully planned a sudden attack against Ye Xing Chen like a dragnet. They were like hungry wolves that had been hibernating in the darkness for a long time, just waiting for their prey to step into the trap.
On this night, the night was as thick as ink, as if it was a huge black curtain that enveloped the entire city, so oppressive that people couldn't breathe. The lights on both sides of the streets were dim and swaying, as if they were candles in the wind, struggling hard in the darkness, casting long, twisted and distorted shadows, as if they were a demon with teeth and claws, providing an excellent cover for this bloody conspiracy that was about to unfold.
The unaware Ye Xing Chen, as usual, walked on the road home with a calm and confident step. Suddenly, a group of black shadows like ghosts surged out from all directions like a tidal wave, instantly surrounding him. The enemies were all holding all kinds of deadly weapons, there were sharp machetes that flashed with a cold aura as if they could cut through everything, there were daggers that emitted a cold and ghostly light in the darkness that made people feel cold, and there were even black holes in the mouths of guns that seemed to be able to devour all the living beings, they pounced on Ye Xing Chen like vicious wolves, and their mouths emitted bursts of creepy roars and growls.
In the nick of time, Ye Xingchen instantly realized that a fatal danger had descended by virtue of his keen eagle-like perception and calm judgment cultivated through countless life and death tests. However, there was not the slightest hint of fear in his eyes, replaced by a light as calm as ice and as sharp as a torch, as if, in his eyes, these enemies were nothing more than a bunch of ants, unbeatable.
The battle instantly erupted like a volcano eruption, the enemy like a raging tide of waves after waves of crazy surging towards him, the sword light and sword shadow interlaced and crisscrossed, cutting through the darkness of the night sky, the cold light flashing, dazzling. Ye Xing Chen, however, was like a towering, unshakeable mountain, quickly adjusting to his best fighting condition. He displayed the most exquisite and powerful martial arts techniques in his mysterious inheritance, and his body was like a nimble and agile dragon, skillfully weaving in and out of the enemy's airtight attack gaps, dodging every fatal attack with ease and comfort, as if he had long been aware of the enemy's every move. His fists and feet are as strong as cannonballs, each strike contains a powerful force that is enough to open up mountains and crack rocks, each swing can knock the enemy back a few steps like a kite with broken strings, and with a loud shout from his mouth, his palms violently pushed out forward, and a powerful force that seems to come from the abyss of hell like a surging wave swept forward, and wherever he went, the enemy, like a fragile scarecrow, was mercilessly struck by the force and fell to the ground with screams of pain. The enemies, like fragile scarecrows, were mercilessly struck by this power, and fell to the ground with miserable cries, groaning in pain, as if they were in a hell on earth.
However, the number of enemies was as large and endless as a river of carp, one wave fell, and another wave surged madly on without hesitation, seemingly never ending. Ye Xing Chen gradually fell into a bitter battle, but with his transcendentally powerful strength and rock-solid calm mind, he always maintained his unwavering faith, without the slightest intention to retreat in his heart. He is like an absolute god of war, skillfully utilizing all the environmental factors around him, using the street trash cans, street lamp poles and other seemingly ordinary objects as natural cover barriers, and starting a thrilling circle with the enemy. He sometimes as agile as a cheetah as high as jumping to the heights, from above and below like a hawk pouncing on the rabbit to launch a swift attack, so that the enemy can not be defended; and sometimes like a ghost hidden in the darkness, quietly hidden in the dark, when the enemy is close to the unexpected fatal blow, the enemy was caught off guard.
At the critical moment when the battle entered into a white-hot stage, Ye Xing Chen, with his hawk-like insight, finally realized that there was an extremely subtle but fatal weak point in the enemy's seemingly tight encirclement. As if he were a supreme general who had captured a battle opportunity, he did not hesitate to see the right moment, focusing all of his body's strength, and rushed towards that direction with a thunderous momentum like a tiger descending from a mountain. His speed was so fast that it was like a bolt of lightning breaking through the night sky, instantly disappearing in place, leaving behind only a blurry residual shadow. Before the enemy could even react, he had already broken through their encirclement like a ghost. Immediately afterward, he was like an absolute ferocious beast that had gone berserk, turning around and launching an even more violent counterattack. He executed a martial art that was powerful enough to shake heaven and earth, his arms danced like two dancing dragons, his power spreading out in all directions like a raging tsunami, wherever he went, his enemies were beaten like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, falling to the ground in a heap, wailing in pain, the scene was a mess, as if it was a battlefield of Cultivation.
In the end, Ye Xingchen, with his extraordinary intelligence, powerful strength and indomitable spirit, managed to turn defeat into victory and dealt a heavy blow to Wang Batian and his men. Wang Batian looked at Ye Xing Chen in horror, his eyes filled with fear, despair and disbelief, how could he not believe that Ye Xing Chen's strength was so powerful that it was so frightening. This fight was like a heavy bomb, causing a huge uproar in the Jianghu, making Ye Xing Chen's reputation even more far-flung, like a thunderclap, resounding in every corner of the entire city. Those forces that had once had bad intentions and attempted to disadvantage him were all scared to death after hearing about this incident, their legs were weak, and they never dared to easily launch any attacks against him ever again, for fear of suffering the same tragic consequences. Ye Xing Chen, on the other hand, used his unrivaled strength to prove his might to everyone, becoming a revered legendary existence in this city, like an inviolable god, guarding the peace and justice of this city.
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