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With a series of crisp footsteps, Ye Feng slowly walked in!

"Boss!" Upon seeing the newcomer, Xu Ping couldn't help but shout out loud!

The voice was full of surprise!

Hearing Xu Ping's surprised voice, Smith, who was somewhat drowsy, was instantly revitalized, forcing himself to open his eyes and tried hard to lift his head to look at Ye Feng!

Seeing Ye Feng's familiar figure, Smith couldn't hold back his tears, his voice hoarse as he said:

"Mas... Master!"

"Ye Feng!"

"It's Ye Feng!"

As Ye Feng appeared, exclamations erupted one after another!

They were all the management personnel of Wor Town and servants of the Xu Mansion! These people were very familiar with Ye Feng!

Seeing Ye Feng return, they all exclaimed in surprise!

Their voices were filled with joy and relief!

It seemed that with Ye Feng's return, they found a pillar of support in their hearts!

Ye Feng's expression was cold as his gaze slowly swept across the entire courtyard.

When he saw the eighteen unconscious servants; saw Xu Ping's swollen cheek; saw the lingering footprints on Xu Changdong's face, Ye Feng's indifferent face turned even colder!

His eyes flickered with intense murderous intent!

"So you are Ye Feng?" At this moment, a faint voice sounded.

Upon hearing this voice, Ye Feng turned his cold face and looked at Carl, dressed in white, his eyes flashing with killing intent as he said:

"Who are you?"

"Me?" Carl chuckled, "You can call me Carl, Carl of the Brahma Gate!"

"Carl? The Young Prophet of India? The top young expert of the Brahma Gate?" Ye Feng's expression sank, his eyes filled with deep astonishment.

The Indian Young Prophet Carl, Yuliy of the Russian Mixed Martial Arts Alliance, Ota Sato of Japan, Twins of the United States...

These were the new generation's strongest individuals Ye Feng had heard of!

Among them, Ye Feng had already slain the Twins, had met Ota Sato and Yuliy, and the most mysterious of them was this Young Prophet Carl!

Ye Feng hadn't expected the Young Prophet to be so formidable, entirely on a different level from the others!

Even the eighteen Death God's Servants were severely injured by him!

Thinking of this, Ye Feng's expression grew solemn; the other party had reached such a terrifying level at such a young age, with talent on par with his own!

"You can also call me the number one expert!" Carl looked at Ye Feng with a smile, appearing relaxed!

"Number one expert? You?" Ye Feng's indifferent face showed a hint of sarcastic smile!

"What?" Carl looked at Ye Feng with a half-smile, full of confidence:

"Do you think that just because you killed those useless folks outside, you're that powerful?"

"I only know that today you will die!"

Ye Feng's blood-red eyes burst with a terrifying light! His eyes emitted intense killing intent!

"Damn! That's a big mouth you have; who do you think you are, wanting to kill the great Prophet! Ridiculous! A Chinese monkey, our Prophet can slaughter you Chinese pigs!!!"

No sooner had Ye Feng finished speaking than a mocking voice came through.

Only to see an Indian man in white beside Carl looking at Ye Feng with a face full of ridicule, his expression mocking!

Hearing this, Ye Feng's eyes slightly narrowed, his blood-colored pupils bursting out with a terrifying light, tightly staring at him:

"You too should die!"

Bam!

Ye Feng stomped hard with his foot, his body instantly pouncing toward that person!

Ye Feng threw a fierce punch!

Suddenly, a white figure blocked in front of this person, Carl sneered while throwing a punch toward Ye Feng, saying with a cold smile:

"With me here, you can't kill anyone!"

"Bam!"

The punches collided!

Ye Feng and Carl each took a step back!

As Ye Feng charged, the person who mocked him was truly startled, his face turning ashen with fear!

Just now, he really thought he was going to die!

Thankfully... the Prophet stopped him!

The man looked relieved.

But after a moment of relief, he turned angry again, daringly relying on Carl's presence to curse at Ye Feng: "Kid, if you have the guts, hit me! Come on! Come on!"

Acting arrogant due to Carl standing in front of him, this person's attitude was extremely obnoxious!

"I want you dead! You must die!" Ye Feng's eyes flashed a cold light, once again punching fiercely toward that person!

"I've said, with me here, you can't kill anyone!" Carl stood in front of Ye Feng!

"Get lost!" Ye Feng shouted angrily, his fist suddenly accelerating!

This punch fiercely hit Carl!

Bam!

Carl's face changed, only feeling a surge of immense force sweeping in, turning his face pale in an instant!

Bang!

Carl's body was directly sent flying by Ye Feng!

He smashed hard against the wall!

After sending Carl flying with a punch, Ye Feng stepped forward, looking down condescendingly at the person who was clamoring, his eyes flickering with a frenzied look:

"Now, die!"

Whoosh~!

Ye Feng threw another fierce punch!

By this moment, that person was totally frightened, standing rigidly on the spot, watching Ye Feng who suddenly appeared before him, with a look of horror!

Bam!

With a dull thud!

Blood splattered, flesh flying!

A red mist exploded on the scene!

As the blood mist fell, half of the person's body was gone!

His half body was directly smashed into pieces by Ye Feng!

Immediately, Ye Feng's cold gaze turned, sweeping coldly toward the other several white-robed Indians!

Swept by Ye Feng's icy gaze, these white-robed Indians instantly felt their blood stop flowing! As if the blood in their bodies had been frozen by Ye Feng!

Gulp!

The Indians swallowed hard, glaring at Ye Feng in terror!

It was as if they had seen a Demon from Hell!

"You... have angered me!" Suddenly, a gloomy voice came!

Hearing this voice, everyone felt a chill run through their bodies!

Ye Feng slightly tilted his head and immediately saw Carl standing up from the ground with a sinister expression.

At this moment, the smile on Carl's face had disappeared, leaving only a cold, icy expression!

The entire aura of the man had completely changed!

"The... The Prophet has transformed!" Seeing Carl like this, the white-robed Indians shuddered, as if recalling something terrifying!

"Transformed?" Hearing this, a hint of confusion flashed in Ye Feng's eyes.

The Carl in front of him seemed much more sinister, but he was still the same person! Why were these Indians so frightened?

Ye Feng's doubt didn't linger long because Carl had already pounced towards him!

Carl kicked fiercely towards Ye Feng!

His leg sliced through the air, kicking fiercely towards Ye Feng, bringing with it the sound of a whistling wind!

Feeling the force of this kick, Ye Feng hurriedly blocked with his hand!

Bang!

Even though his hand blocked the kick, Ye Feng's body staggered back a few steps!

Feeling the power of Carl's kick, Ye Feng's expression changed; the opponent's strength had increased considerably!

Whoosh!

Before Ye Feng could react, Carl kicked again, followed by another kick!

Roundhouse kicks continuously assailed Ye Feng!

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Ye Feng hurriedly blocked, but ultimately, he was struck by one of the kicks!

In an instant, Ye Feng was violently kicked away!

Ye Feng's body crashed heavily to the ground!

Seeing Ye Feng being kicked away by Carl, Xu Ping and others' expressions changed! Meanwhile, the white-robed Indians were excited, chattering amongst themselves!

"The Prophet's transformation is truly formidable!"

"That's a given, don't you know how terrifying the Prophet is after transformation?"

"How long do you think it will take the Prophet to deal with this man in front of him?"

"I guess ten seconds!"

"I guess five seconds!"

"No, I guess one second!"

Saying this, these people began to excitedly place bets! It seemed the shock Ye Feng gave them had completely vanished! They believed Carl would definitely win!

They were full of confidence!

Completely confident in Carl!

Ye Feng rubbed his abdomen and slowly stood up!

Ye Feng admitted that he was a bit careless earlier!

The Carl in front of him was indeed very strong, just a tad weaker than himself!

Looking at Carl in front of him, Ye Feng was confident he could handle him, but it might take some time!

But Ye Feng didn't want a prolonged battle!

What he needed was an exhilarating fight!

An overwhelming crush!

Thrilling domination!

Since that's the case, then crush it is!

Thinking of this, a hint of madness flashed in Ye Feng's eyes!

Woosh!

In an instant, Ye Feng felt an explosive power surge from within his body!

"Die!"

Ye Feng shouted angrily, took a large step, and darted towards Carl!

Whoosh!

Bang!

With a sound of the wind, Ye Feng threw a fierce punch at Carl!

Seeing Ye Feng's punch, Carl swung his palm to block Ye Feng's fist!

Crack!

The sound of bones shattering rang out!

Carl's hand bone was directly fractured by Ye Feng's punch!

Whoosh!

Another punch followed!

Bang!

Carl's left arm was directly smashed open by Ye Feng's punch!

Bang!

Ye Feng swung another fierce punch!

Carl's entire body staggered backward from Ye Feng's strike!

Shock!

At this moment, Carl's face was full of shock!

He looked at Ye Feng with disbelief!

At this moment, Ye Feng gave him an overwhelming feeling!

How could this be!

This feeling, he had only felt facing his master, the Great Prophet Muhammad!

But how could this Ye Feng in front of him be stronger than his secret technique!

This... is impossible!

At this moment, Carl was scared, his eyes filled with thick disbelief!

Ye Feng's face was cold as he struck with another fierce punch!

This punch was like thunder, hitting Carl's cheek with a heavy blow!

Bam!

Carl's head tilted, and his entire body flew away!

Pu chi!

A tooth mixed with blood spurted out of Carl's mouth!

Bam!

Carl's body crashed heavily to the ground!

Silence!

The scene was completely silent!

Everyone dumbfoundedly watched this scene, and those Indians who were betting earlier had their mouths agape!

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