Yang Fei was instead taken aback for a moment.

His Great Stone Tablet Breaking Hand had only used twenty percent of its power.

But even that twenty percent was enough to make an average person suffer greatly.

He hadn't expected Sha Bo to actually take his strike without serious injury or vomiting blood.

He lifted his foot and kicked, but Sha Bo blocked it with his military spike.

Bang

A dull thud, and Sha Bo, holding the spike, was sent flying like a soccer ball kicked with great force, flailing as he went.

Meanwhile, the underground boxing expert Hankins rushed over.

Wham!

His fist, encased in metal gauntlets.

A fierce right hook punch aimed at Yang Fei's temple.

The underground boxing expert didn't hold back at all.

His fist strength compressed the air, producing a heavy and muffled sound.

Hankins was the underground Fist King of New York.

His pair of fists was unbelievably powerful.

In the past, he had blown his opponent's head off with one punch.

In fact, even if it was an ox, Hankins could kill it with one punch.

Yang Fei calmly looked at Hankins's fist.

The dark metal gauntlets were not smooth, with many cracks and pits.

In the pits, faint traces of dark red blood were visible.

One could imagine, countless experts must have died at these metal gauntlets.

A sinister smile appeared on Hankins's lips.

This guy was too arrogant, while his own punch packed nearly half a ton of force.

Let alone a human, even an iron man would be blasted apart by it.

At this moment, Yang Fei thrust out his fist.

His fist clashed precisely with Hankins's metal gauntlet.

Bang!

A loud dull sound, and Hankins's metal gauntlet shattered and flew apart.

Meanwhile, his fist seemed to have been hit by a massive iron hammer, with all his finger joints broken.

White bones were exposed, blood and flesh splattered.

At the same time, Hankins's entire arm was shattered into two or three segments.

The broken bones pierced through the muscles, stark white and utterly shocking.

The pain was so intense that even Hankins, accustomed to the brutality and bloodshed of the underground boxing ring, couldn't endure it.

He let out an immediate, agonized scream.

Hankins clutched his mashed-tomato-like hand, retreating in panic.

He couldn't believe his eyes, staring at Yang Fei's fist.

Yang Fei's fist looked very delicate.

His hand had long, evenly jointed fingers, without any calluses or rough skin, full of artistic beauty.

Such a hand seemed more suited for writing poems, painting, or playing the piano.

How could it be suited for underground boxing?

Moreover, it was so hard and ruthless!

Hankins had never seen such a monster.

His heart was filled with despair.

As an underground boxing expert, if one of his fists was ruined, his entire career was over.

Despite the immense pain, Hankins's despair pushed him to a suicidal charge.

He roared and charged again with ferocity.

Yang Fei snorted softly, acknowledging the combat prowess of these two leaders.

Their strength and combat ability.

Had already come infinitely close to the former Evil Dragon Soldier King.

This spirit of fighting to the death against a stronger enemy.

Was unmatched by any elite special forces in any country.

Bang!

Hankins launched a whip kick at Yang Fei's neck.

His leg swept horizontally from behind, like a massive iron whip ground by water.

Many people knew about Hankins's formidable fists.

However, many didn't know that Hankins's legs were ten times more formidable than his fists.

On the hillside, Su Yinxue clutched Elder Yi, the Family Head's sleeve, heart pounding with fear.

Elder Yi's face also showed a grave expression.

Yang Fei chuckled and suddenly leapt forward.

He also executed a whip kick, spinning in the opposite direction, sweeping out.

Crack!

A chilling sound rang out.

Hankins's scream reached a pitch that almost exceeded human limits.

That spine-chilling scream.

Anyone who heard it would feel their scalp tingle, unable to bear listening.

Hankins's whip kick could break stone pillars.

But at that moment, his leg collided with Yang Fei's whip kick as if it was made of putty.

His leg bones were shattered into two or three segments.

The directly collided part was completely pulverized.

Yang Fei stood proudly.

Hankins rolled on the ground, clutching his leg, screaming non-stop.

Yang Fei coldly said, "You're not bodyguards, you're mercenaries."

Not far away, Sha Bo finally managed to stand up.

He gripped his bent military spike and once again charged toward Yang Fei.

Yang Fei, knowing the opponent's identity, no longer held back.

He advanced, taking a stride forward, and launched with both hands.

Crack!

The sounds of bones and joints breaking and dislocating echoed.

Within an instant, Sha Bo's four limbs were snapped by Yang Fei.

He collapsed to the ground, like a dead dog.

In fact, Yang Fei had always been quite measured.

Most of the Blood Eagle Squad members were either knocked unconscious or had their joints dislocated.

Although these bodyguards were fierce, it wasn't enough for Yang Fei to kill them outright.

But at this moment, Yang Fei finally showed no mercy.

In less than five minutes, the powerful Blood Eagle Squad was reduced to a bunch of rolling gourd toys.

They lay around like dead dogs on the stone steps, in the grass, and on the dirt slopes.

The entire scene was a dreadful mess.

This ambush battle, Yang Fei won completely within five minutes.

Yi Liu came rushing down, holding a bundle of long nylon ropes.

His face was pale, and his legs trembled.

This guy was scared out of his wits by Yang Fei's ruthless methods.

As a member of the Yi family, Yi Liu had seen more than the average person.

It wasn't that he hadn't witnessed various brawls and weapon fights before.

But Yi Liu had never seen such a brutal person.

Such a terrifying scene was beyond even his wildest dreams.

This was no longer a brawl; this was a war.

Yang Fei watched Yi Liu trembling, standing far away, and stammering.

He chuckled: "What are you afraid of? Come and help."

Yi Liu, as if hearing a divine decree, despite trembling all over, still forced himself to run over.

"Brother-in-law, what do we do now?"

Yang Fei casually took the rope, sneered.

"Yi Weibing wanted to intimidate us with force."

"We'll show them what real intimidation looks like!"

Outside the ancestral temple, Yi Weibing had just finished his third cigarette.

He looked at the Yi Family Ancestral Temple at the edge of the Maple Forest, frowning.

"Is it not over yet? Why hasn't Sha Bo sent the signal?"

Yi Weibing had never considered the possibility of the Blood Eagle failing.

Such a powerful squad couldn't possibly fail to deal with a few family bodyguards.

Moreover, based on reliable information.

The only person inside capable of real resistance was the man beside Su Yinxue.

No matter if that man had Three Heads and Six Arms, he couldn't single-handedly oppose the entire Blood Eagle Squad.

Bi Xiongchun meditated for a moment.

"Your order was not to cause any fatalities."

"This requirement might be a bit troublesome, possibly causing a delay."

He carefully considered his words.

"After all, that guy was able to injure the elders of the Elders' Hall; he does have some skill."

Yi Weibing snorted.

"All that Martial Arts Master nonsense is bullshit."

"Those flowery moves are no match for real mercenaries."

He glanced at his Patek Philippe watch and nodded.

"It's about time now."

"I can't wait to see the shocked expression on my old fool of a father's face."

He said, striding towards the gate of the ancestral temple.

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