Chapter 139
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Chapter 139 On the Verge of Death
As the sharp pain exploded from Ye Fei’s back, the pores of his whole body instantly opened up like a punctured balloon, madly sucking in more oxygen.
In martial arts, this state was called ‘San Qi’.
The sudden influx of air hardened his muscles and prevented any damage to his bones or meridians. If the blade had hurt his bones or meridians, Ye Fei would die there, but in the San Qi state, he was still dangerous.
The assassins apparently knew of the San Qi state, for they did not give Ye Fei a chance to take another breath before three men charged at him.
Ye Fei slid under their machetes and, fingers clamped together like a knife, poked one of them in the guts.
With a muffled groan, the man doubled over and slowly fell to the ground.
Ye Fei had learned this trick from an Afghan army officer.
The Eight-Diagram Palm style of Kung Fu also made use of this technique, but Ye Fei’s knifehand strike took it to a whole other level.
This was because Ye Fei exerted all his strength, so his knifehand was extremely powerful. When he fought Yamamoto Takeshi in the ring, he was holding himself back.
Martial arts were originally meant to kill people.
A real warrior could not be born in the fighting ring. He could only be forged in blood on the battlefield.
To be honest, the battle-hardened Ye Fei could neutralize most traditional martial artist with ease.
Ye Fei rolled with his momentum, like a tiger charging into a pack of wolves, and continued stabbing people with his knifehand strikes.
This was the time to unleash his full potential.
To tell the truth, Ye Fei had never before faced such a desperate struggle. On the battlefield, he usually had a gun and the confidence to dominate any situation, even against overwhelming odds.
But this was different. Ye Fei had nothing in his hands. He couldn't even steal one of their machetes, as they were tied to their hands.
In an instant, another four men dropped to the ground, clutching their guts and struggling for breath.
But Ye Fei still got cut again. Blood flowed out, washed away by the rain.
"Shit, even if I kill all his men, Fire Dragon is watching and could rush in at any moment. With him in the fight, I’ll be screwed."
Ye Fei's hands were getting numb. His fingernails were all broken from the knifehand strikes and blood dripped profusely from his cut up hands.
He was good with throwing knives due in large part to the careful maintenance of his hands. He had slender fingers, smooth knuckles - even women envied his hands. His hands looked more like a pianist’s than a soldier’s.
However, while a knifehand strike appeared elegant, it was actually a quite blunt technique. Normally, one would practice it by breaking slabs of wood or concrete in half.
But Ye Fei didn’t practice like that and his hands were free of calluses. As a result, he could only perform a knifehand strike so many times before it began damaging his fingers.
On top of that, he was beginning to tire. It seemed that even Ye Fei's surprising strength wasn’t enough to win this fight, but Fire Dragon still stood like an insurmountable wall in front of him, blocking his escape.
Eventually, Fire Dragon could no longer restrain himself.
According to Su Zongheng’s plan, Fire Dragon was not supposed to personally fight Ye Fei or even show himself, but seeing Ye Fei slaughtering his brothers, he simply could not stand by anymore.
These men were all vicious wanted criminals and it was not easy to get them to work for him. Seeing Ye Fei tear through them so quickly made Fire Dragon a little sad.
"Everybody, get out of my way! I’ll teach this bugger a lesson!" he roared.
The few remaining hitmen quickly backed off to the ends of the alley, happy to finally get out of harm’s way. Only Ye Fei, Fire Dragon, and the corpses on the ground remained.
Ye Fei's body was covered with blood. He looked exhausted and slightly unsteady on his feet.
On the other hand, Fire Dragon was still energetic, proudly staring Ye Fei down.
"Time to die!" Fire Dragon charged like a freight train, ramming his fist into Ye Fei’s chest.
Bang!
A muffled sound rang out over the droning rumble of the rain.
Bang!
Another punch caught Ye Fei in the ribs with a muffled sound. Although he tried to block with his arms, it was of no use. Fire Dragon was simply too powerful.
Ye Fei’s feet left the ground as he flew across the alley and heavily crashed into the side of a building.
Then Ye Fei slumped on the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
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Chapter 139 On the Verge of Death
As the sharp pain exploded from Ye Fei’s back, the pores of his whole body instantly opened up like a punctured balloon, madly sucking in more oxygen.
In martial arts, this state was called ‘San Qi’.
The sudden influx of air hardened his muscles and prevented any damage to his bones or meridians. If the blade had hurt his bones or meridians, Ye Fei would die there, but in the San Qi state, he was still dangerous.
The assassins apparently knew of the San Qi state, for they did not give Ye Fei a chance to take another breath before three men charged at him.
Ye Fei slid under their machetes and, fingers clamped together like a knife, poked one of them in the guts.
With a muffled groan, the man doubled over and slowly fell to the ground.
Ye Fei had learned this trick from an Afghan army officer.
The Eight-Diagram Palm style of Kung Fu also made use of this technique, but Ye Fei’s knifehand strike took it to a whole other level.
This was because Ye Fei exerted all his strength, so his knifehand was extremely powerful. When he fought Yamamoto Takeshi in the ring, he was holding himself back.
Martial arts were originally meant to kill people.
A real warrior could not be born in the fighting ring. He could only be forged in blood on the battlefield.
To be honest, the battle-hardened Ye Fei could neutralize most traditional martial artist with ease.
Ye Fei rolled with his momentum, like a tiger charging into a pack of wolves, and continued stabbing people with his knifehand strikes.
This was the time to unleash his full potential.
To tell the truth, Ye Fei had never before faced such a desperate struggle. On the battlefield, he usually had a gun and the confidence to dominate any situation, even against overwhelming odds.
But this was different. Ye Fei had nothing in his hands. He couldn't even steal one of their machetes, as they were tied to their hands.
In an instant, another four men dropped to the ground, clutching their guts and struggling for breath.
But Ye Fei still got cut again. Blood flowed out, washed away by the rain.
"Shit, even if I kill all his men, Fire Dragon is watching and could rush in at any moment. With him in the fight, I’ll be screwed."
Ye Fei's hands were getting numb. His fingernails were all broken from the knifehand strikes and blood dripped profusely from his cut up hands.
He was good with throwing knives due in large part to the careful maintenance of his hands. He had slender fingers, smooth knuckles - even women envied his hands. His hands looked more like a pianist’s than a soldier’s.
However, while a knifehand strike appeared elegant, it was actually a quite blunt technique. Normally, one would practice it by breaking slabs of wood or concrete in half.
But Ye Fei didn’t practice like that and his hands were free of calluses. As a result, he could only perform a knifehand strike so many times before it began damaging his fingers.
On top of that, he was beginning to tire. It seemed that even Ye Fei's surprising strength wasn’t enough to win this fight, but Fire Dragon still stood like an insurmountable wall in front of him, blocking his escape.
Eventually, Fire Dragon could no longer restrain himself.
According to Su Zongheng’s plan, Fire Dragon was not supposed to personally fight Ye Fei or even show himself, but seeing Ye Fei slaughtering his brothers, he simply could not stand by anymore.
These men were all vicious wanted criminals and it was not easy to get them to work for him. Seeing Ye Fei tear through them so quickly made Fire Dragon a little sad.
"Everybody, get out of my way! I’ll teach this bugger a lesson!" he roared.
The few remaining hitmen quickly backed off to the ends of the alley, happy to finally get out of harm’s way. Only Ye Fei, Fire Dragon, and the corpses on the ground remained.
Ye Fei's body was covered with blood. He looked exhausted and slightly unsteady on his feet.
On the other hand, Fire Dragon was still energetic, proudly staring Ye Fei down.
"Time to die!" Fire Dragon charged like a freight train, ramming his fist into Ye Fei’s chest.
Bang!
A muffled sound rang out over the droning rumble of the rain.
Bang!
Another punch caught Ye Fei in the ribs with a muffled sound. Although he tried to block with his arms, it was of no use. Fire Dragon was simply too powerful.
Ye Fei’s feet left the ground as he flew across the alley and heavily crashed into the side of a building.
Then Ye Fei slumped on the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
Chapter 139 On the Verge of DeathAs the sharp pain exploded from Ye Fei's back, the pores of his whole body instantly opened up like a punctured balloon, madly sucking in more oxygen.In martial arts, this state was called San Qi'.The sudden influx of air hardened his muscles and prevented any damage to his bones or meridians. If the blade had hurt his bones or meridians, Ye Fei would die there, but in the San Qi state, he was still dangerous. The assassins apparently knew of the San Qi state, for they did not give Ye Fei a chance to take another breath before three men charged at him.Ye Fei slid under their machetes and, fingers clamped together like a knife, poked one of them in the guts.With a muffled groan, the man doubled over and slowly fell to the ground.Ye Fei had learned this trick from an Afghan army officer.The Eight-Diagram Palm style of Kung Fu also made use of this technique, but Ye Fei's knifehand strike took it to a whole other level.This was because Ye Fei exerted all his strength, so his knifehand was extremely powerful. When he fought Yamamoto Takeshi in the ring, he was holding himself back.Martial arts were originally meant to kill people.A real warrior could not be born in the fighting ring. He could only be forged in blood on the battlefield.To be honest, the battle-hardened Ye Fei could neutralize most traditional martial artist with ease.Ye Fei rolled with his momentum, like a tiger charging into a pack of wolves, and continued stabbing people with his knifehand strikes.This was the time to unleash his full potential.To tell the truth, Ye Fei had never before faced such a desperate struggle. On the battlefield, he usually had a gun and the confidence to dominate any situation, even against overwhelming odds.But this was different. Ye Fei had nothing in his hands. He couldn't even steal one of their machetes, as they were tied to their hands.In an instant, another four men dropped to the ground, clutching their guts and struggling for breath.But Ye Fei still got cut again. Blood flowed out, washed away by the rain."Shit, even if I kill all his men, Fire Dragon is watching and could rush in at any moment. With him in the fight, I'll be screwed."Ye Fei's hands were getting numb. His fingernails were all broken from the knifehand strikes and blood dripped profusely from his cut up hands.He was good with throwing knives due in large part to the careful maintenance of his hands. He had slender fingers, smooth knuckles - even women envied his hands. His hands looked more like a pianist's than a soldier's.However, while a knifehand strike appeared elegant, it was actually a quite blunt technique. Normally, one would practice it by breaking slabs of wood or concrete in half.But Ye Fei didn't practice like that and his hands were free of calluses. As a result, he could only perform a knifehand strike so many times before it began damaging his fingers.On top of that, he was beginning to tire. It seemed that even Ye Fei's surprising strength wasn't enough to win this fight, but Fire Dragon still stood like an insurmountable wall in front of him, blocking his escape.Eventually, Fire Dragon could no longer restrain himself.According to Su Zongheng's plan, Fire Dragon was not supposed to personally fight Ye Fei or even show himself, but seeing Ye Fei slaughtering his brothers, he simply could not stand by anymore.These men were all vicious wanted criminals and it was not easy to get them to work for him. Seeing Ye Fei tear through them so quickly made Fire Dragon a little sad."Everybody, get out of my way! I'll teach this bugger a lesson!" he roared.The few remaining hitmen quickly backed off to the ends of the alley, happy to finally get out of harm's way. Only Ye Fei, Fire Dragon, and the corpses on the ground remained.Ye Fei's body was covered with blood. He looked exhausted and slightly unsteady on his feet.On the other hand, Fire Dragon was still energetic, proudly staring Ye Fei down."Time to die!" Fire Dragon charged like a freight train, ramming his fist into Ye Fei's chest.Bang!A muffled sound rang out over the droning rumble of the rain.Bang!Another punch caught Ye Fei in the ribs with a muffled sound. Although he tried to block with his arms, it was of no use. Fire Dragon was simply too powerful.Ye Fei's feet left the ground as he flew across the alley and heavily crashed into the side of a building.Then Ye Fei slumped on the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
