Whoosh!

Bai Yang's dagger struck out, aiming for Pei Wei's shoulder socket.

Bai Yang was a cold-blooded assassin.

Ever since Li Shun had joined Yang Fei, he no longer killed people; however, injuring them was routine.

Pei Wei's five fingers landed on the back of Bai Yang's dagger, pulling and leading it.

Bai Yang's palm force shook violently, and the dagger was immediately snatched away by Pei Wei.

The dagger in Pei Wei's hand twirled into a flourish, and with a thud, it stabbed back into Bai Yang's shoulder.

His movements were concise and rapid, as quick as lightning.

Bai Yang grunted, stepping back.

He clutched his shoulder as blood flowed down through his fingers.

Almost simultaneously, Li Shun shouted loudly and delivered a strike towards Pei Wei's chest with sweeping force.

Pei Wei sidestepped to dodge Li Shun's palm, hooked his foot forward, and snagged Li Shun's wrist, pulling it towards him.

Li Shun felt an incredible force staggering him forward.

At that moment, Pei Wei's seemingly gentle palm struck his chest.

Thud!

Li Shun staggered backward, his mouth spraying a mist of blood.

Pei Wei's palm force, while appearing soft, was immensely powerful when it hit.

Pei Wei laughed loudly, "Just with you guys? Hmph!"

He took big strides forward.

The two female bodyguards behind Pei Wei forcibly dragged Liang Jiayi along behind him.

In the blink of an eye, both Li Shun and Bai Yang were injured.

Yet, the two of them showed no fear and still blocked Pei Wei's path.

Pei Wei's eyebrows raised, a fierce killing intent bursting from his eyes.

"I've already shown mercy, don't be ungrateful."

"You're not even worthy to fight me."

Li Shun gasped heavily and drew out a Triangular Military Spike.

But Bai Yang, gritting his teeth, pulled the knife from his shoulder.

The two of them formed a wedge, staunchly guarding the exit of the corridor.

Pei Wei, enraged, his face ashen.

"Do you really think I won't kill? Overseas, I've slaughtered countless people like you!"

He raised one palm, creating a vortex in the air that whistled explosively and chopped towards Li Shun.

Bang!

Just then, a fist as big as a pot flew out from behind Li Shun.

The fist intercepted Pei Wei's palm force.

Their fist and palm clashed, emitting a dull sound.

An overwhelmingly mighty force surged forward.

Pei Yong, caught off guard, was pushed back by this force.

Behind Li Shun, a fierce and towering figure emerged.

The man had a full beard and a square face, radiating a magnificent presence.

Pei Wei was taken aback, "Good Kung Fu, are you Yang Fei?"

The big man looked imposingly down at Pei Wei.

"You're not even worthy of having our Brother Fei lift a finger."

"My name is Mad Blade, remember that name."

"Heh, you don't know what's good for you, harming our brother, I'll teach you a lesson," he said.

His fist, like a copper hammer, and his massive form, like a fierce tiger, charged towards Pei Wei.

Pei Wei snorted coldly.

"Just a Transforming Energy Yellow Grade, do you think you're a god?" he said.

Changing his punch, he delivered a palm strike, the force of the wind howling, extremely powerful.

The two female bodyguards holding Liang Jiayi backed away, yet their expressions remained very calm.

Mad Blade caught several of Pei Wei's palms, clucking in admiration.

"Good lad, you indeed have some tricks up your sleeve, no wonder you dared to come here to Yannan to kidnap,"

Compared to Mad Blade, Pei Yong was even more astonished.

He had trained under the Wudang Sect for ten years and served in the Blood-colored Army Knife Special Forces for eight years.

Over those years, he had mastered numerous deadly skills, and his grappling fight techniques were unbeatable.

After retiring, Pei Yong was hired by the Liang Family with a high salary to become their chief bodyguard.

In those years, with him at the helm, the Liang Family had experienced many emergencies, yet they remained as stable as a boat in calm waters.

He never expected that here, he would encounter a formidable opponent.

It's hard to say about others, but this guy called Mad Blade, his close-range assassination skills, were not inferior to his own at all.

If one companion is already this powerful,

then how formidable must the legendary Tiger Roar Yang Fei be?

Pei Yong was a man with a highly meticulous mind.

Eight years of military life had honed his patience and steadiness.

Before this operation, he had thoroughly studied the information on Yang Fei.

All the information about Yang Fei before was top secret.

But after arriving in Yannan, the information showed that he was just a Jianghu rascal.

Truthfully, Pei Yong had not really taken Yang Fei seriously.

A Jianghu rascal, no matter how skilled, how strong could he possibly be?

However, now, he deeply felt the terror of this group.

If one of Yang Fei's companions had already left him struggling to cope, what if the real Tiger Roar Yang Fei arrived?

In an instant, the two of them had exchanged more than ten moves.

What secretly alarmed Pei Yong was that Mad Blade's punches and kicks, like the great tides of the Qiantang River, grew more ferocious by the moment, each wave stronger than the last.

He knew he could not afford to delay any longer and, with a long howl, he chopped out with his palm.

That thunder-like palm wind, suddenly vanished, becoming silent and imperceptible.

The moment Mad Blade's fist made contact with Pei Yong, his entire body shuddered.

A force, silent yet overwhelming, swept through his entire body.

Pei Yong's seemingly gentle palm strength not only restrained his punch but also unleashed a Dark Force, shaking Mad Blade's body, causing him to stagger back.

Pei Yong had exerted all his strength, finally forcing Mad Blade back a step.

He waved his hand and charged towards the passage with two female bodyguards behind him.

At the passage's entrance, a tall figure, upright like a spear, blocked Pei Yong's path.

Standing there, Pei Yong immediately felt an overwhelming sense of battle-hardened, fierce determination washing over him.

Pei Yong was startled, a deep-seated sense of crisis making him halt.

The man waved his hand, and a chilling streak of lightning swept towards Pei Yong.

Pei Yong had never seen such a formidable dagger master before.

His attack was like thunder striking and rocks shattering the sky.

In desperation, Pei Yong dodged to the side.

He only felt extreme pain in his left hand.

Pei Yong clenched his teeth and looked down, only to discover that his pinky and ring finger were cut off halfway, bloodily dropping to the floor.

The man sheathed his dagger and looked indifferently at Pei Yong, his stance firmly blocking the exit of the corridor.

Pei Yong simply couldn't suppress the panic inside him.

That previous strike had carried an unparalleled force and murderous intent.

Pei Yong felt that if the blade had swiped at his throat, he could have been killed instantly.

"Are you Mr. Yang Fei?"

Pei Yong covered his hand in fear, looking at the man before him.

The formidable strength of the man forced him to be very polite.

The man before him had a lean figure, features like those chiseled from marble, tranquil and cold, extremely handsome.

He looked indifferently at Pei Yong, "Under Brother Fei's command, Fan Yi, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"What, you are also Yang Fei's companion?"

Pei Yong's mind buzzed, his eyes wide with astonishment.

From the start of the fierce battle until now,

he hadn't even seen Yang Fei, yet he had already been utterly defeated.

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