Urban Martial Saint

Chapter 1465 - 1465: Severely Injured and Outmatched

Listening to Prince Wan Yan's words, Ye Qing felt even more worried.The war between the Seven Steering Committees of the Hong Alliance and the Twelve Green Halls is on the verge of breaking out. Helian Tiehua indeed doesn't have time to deal with matters here. Moreover, the world is chaotic, top-level masters like the Five Unmatches of the World are busy, naturally having no time to run to the Northern Desert. No wonder Prince Wan Yan is so bold, daring to venture into the Meng District!

This makes things even more troublesome. Neither Helian Tiehua nor Shen Tianjun can scare off Prince Wan Yan, so Ye Qing has no choice but to confront him head-on. However, how many moves can Ye Qing withstand against Prince Wan Yan with his skills? Even if Prince Wan Yan's wrist is injured, Ye Qing stands no chance if he goes toe-to-toe with him.

After pondering for a long time, Ye Qing still couldn't figure out a solution. But by now, Prince Wan Yan was already impatient, striding towards Ye Qing and loudly declaring, "Ye, there's no need for you to stall. Today, I will personally kill you!"

While speaking, Prince Wan Yan had already rushed up to Ye Qing, slashing a hand towards him.

Ye Qing was prepared and, seeing him attack, quickly stepped to the side. This was precisely the stepping technique of the Tiangang Beidou Formation; it seemed simple, yet was incredibly bizarre. With just one step, he managed to avoid Prince Wan Yan's strike.

"Hmph!" Prince Wan Yan snorted coldly, swept his hand across, and struck at Ye Qing again.

Ye Qing hurriedly retreated a step, but it wasn't enough; he had to shift sideways again to finally evade Prince Wan Yan's attack.

Prince Wan Yan's skills were formidable, and his change of moves was exceedingly swift. Ye Qing had only learned three steps of the Tiangang Beidou Formation's stepping technique, which was still useful against someone like Wan Yan Ping. But in the eyes of a top-level master like Prince Wan Yan, these three steps were hardly worth mentioning. It took Prince Wan Yan only two moves to force out all three of Ye Qing's steps. Without hesitation, he advanced again, leaving Ye Qing no room to retreat. He had no choice but to attack with a punch.

Facing Ye Qing's punch, Prince Wan Yan merely smirked coldly, showing no concern, and threw a punch of his own, intending to break Ye Qing's arm with this strike.

However, when the two fists collided, Prince Wan Yan suddenly felt something amiss. Ye Qing's strength was astonishingly formidable and caught him off guard. At the moment their fists met, he felt a powerful force pushing him back, and he unwittingly stepped back.

Ye Qing retreated a full two steps; compared to Prince Wan Yan, this punch was far inferior. Still, this situation stunned everyone present, especially Prince Wan Yan's subordinates, whose faces were marked by shock and fear.

Prince Wan Yan was a long-famous top-level master, only ranked below the Five Unmatches of the World. Unless faced with a master of equal standing, it was impossible for ordinary people to push him back.

Although Ye Qing was powerful, he was, after all, a young junior. Compared to Prince Wan Yan, there was a vast difference. Originally, everyone thought Ye Qing would be sent flying with that punch. Who could have imagined that Ye Qing not only wasn't sent flying but even forced Prince Wan Yan to take a step back? Although Ye Qing retreated two steps, the situation still caught everyone by surprise.

Prince Wan Yan himself was even more astonished because he had clearly felt Ye Qing's strength just now, so powerful that it shocked him—this was not the strength a junior should possess. He couldn't imagine how Ye Qing's strength had grown so formidable!

In fact, Ye Qing's punch had been unleashed with strength accumulated over a long time. This move was one he learned from a monk in Beimang Mountain. Ye Qing had almost gathered all his strength for this punch, merely forcing Prince Wan Yan back a step, clearly showing the gap in their strengths. Relying on this move alone might bridge some difference, but defeating Prince Wan Yan was absolutely impossible!

The scene was silent for nearly thirty seconds when Prince Wan Yan suddenly took a deep breath and sneered, "A few days without seeing you, and your strength has grown quickly. Ye Qing, what martial arts have you learned?"

"Take a guess," Ye Qing replied.

"Guess?" Prince Wan Yan sneered, "I'm not one to guess. If you don't say, I'll take you back, cripple you first, and torture you slowly. When you can't stand the torment, you'll speak honestly. Ye, less nonsense, take my move!"

With an angry shout, Prince Wan Yan dashed forward again, launching a punch at Ye Qing's chest.

While Ye Qing spoke, he was already gathering strength, but this time it was far less than the previous one. When the two clashed fists again, Prince Wan Yan did not retreat, but Ye Qing staggered back four or five steps before he could steady himself.

Seeing Ye Qing still standing, Prince Wan Yan was even more shocked, but he didn't pause at all, continued to charge forward, shouting, "Again!"

On the third punch, Ye Qing finally couldn't hold on and was sent flying by Prince Wan Yan's punch, crashing heavily against the wall behind him.

"Ye!" Yelu Ying, sitting paralyzed in the corridor, saw Ye Qing injured and couldn't help but cry out. She wanted to stand, but her acupoints were sealed, leaving her utterly powerless.

"I'm... I'm fine..." Ye Qing leaned against the wall, slowly stood up, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and glared coldly at Prince Wan Yan, saying, "Prince Wan Yan, do you want to know what martial arts this is?"

"If you're willing to tell me, I'll give you a swift end!" Prince Wan Yan sneered.

"I can tell you, but you have to release them first!" Ye Qing said in a deep voice.

Prince Wan Yan sneered and said, "Ye Qing, what qualifications do you have to bargain with me now?"

"Either release them, and I will tell you everything you want to know. Or, you will never find out!" Ye Qing said in a deep voice, "Prince Wan Yan, you know my character. Even if you torture me, it's useless. If I don't want to speak, you'll never know this in your lifetime!"

"Then I won't ask anymore!" Prince Wan Yan sneered and said, "Ye Qing, do you really think your martial arts are that important? The Yelu family's possessions are a thousand times more important than your stuff. Do you think I would spare the Yelu family?"

Ye Qing couldn't help but pause. It seems Prince Wan Yan is determined to get the Yelu family's possessions. It appears that there is really no way to protect the Yelu family this time.

"Ye, you run first!" Yelu Ying lying on the ground said urgently, "Don't worry about us, save yourself if you can! There's no need to sacrifice yourself for us!"

"Hahaha..." Prince Wan Yan laughed and said, "Run? Where can you run now? Ye, today I'll kill you first!"

As Prince Wan Yan was speaking, he was already charging forward, throwing a punch directly at Ye Qing.

Ye Qing had already suffered an internal injury earlier, and his vital energy and blood were still churning now, unable to gather much strength. Seeing Prince Wan Yan's punch coming, he had no way to retreat and had to use all his might to throw a punch back. The result was predictable; Ye Qing was struck heavily, flew through the corridor window, and directly fell from upstairs.

Fortunately, there were a few signs on the street outside, Ye Qing collided with these signs, slowing down his fall slightly. Even so, he fell and vomited several mouthfuls of fresh blood, staggered to stand up, but had already become a spent force.

Through the window, Prince Wan Yan saw Ye Qing's situation and sneered repeatedly, waving his hand and saying, "Take all these people down."

Prince Wan Yan's subordinates immediately surged forward, taking away all the people from the Yelu family. Old Wang Ba was among them, and one man tried to pull Old Wang Ba, but Old Wang Ba broke free.

"Kid, don't lay hands on your Eighth Master!" Old Wang Ba shouted angrily.

"Who the hell are you talking to?" The man was furious, raising his hand to hit Old Wang Ba, but was directly stopped by Prince Wan Yan.

"Humph, Old Wang Ba!" Prince Wan Yan looked Old Wang Ba up and down and said, "I admire you as the only descendant of the Iron Calculation Sect, do not want to use force against you, but don't show off your old age here. Otherwise, I'll wipe out your Iron Calculation Sect completely!"

Old Wang Ba coldly smiled and said, "Prince Wan Yan, since you know I am the descendant of the Iron Calculation Sect, you should be clear. I, the Eighth Master, have never made a losing deal. Since I have put so much effort into Ye Qing, do you think he will die so easily at your hands?"

Prince Wan Yan frowned slightly, looked coldly at Old Wang Ba, and said, "Humph, soon enough, I'll show you that your so-called iron mouth god judgment is nothing but a rivers and lakes sorcerer's trick. Ye must die today!"

After saying this, Prince Wan Yan didn't use the stairs but directly jumped out of the window.

Ye Qing just stood up, his clothes stained with large patches of blood. If it weren't for the accumulated medicinal properties of the Ziyu Chenxiang Pill in his body, he would probably have fainted by now. That he's still standing here is indeed not an easy feat.

"Ye, you're stronger than I anticipated!" Prince Wan Yan sneered and said, "But, so what? Old Wang Ba said you won't die at my hands, and I don't believe this nonsense. I'm going to see how many punches you can take!"

With that, Prince Wan Yan charged out again, punching heavily towards Ye Qing.

Ye Qing didn't have time to gather strength, barely took Prince Wan Yan's punch, and this time was even more overwhelmed, being hit like a kite with a broken string, falling a full seven or eight meters away. Along the way, there are bloodstains everywhere, which is Ye Qing vomiting blood, he has now suffered serious internal injuries.

Seeing Ye Qing like this, Prince Wan Yan's eyes were full of disdain, and he said, "Old Wang Ba, you lost, Ye must die!"

Old Wang Ba had just come downstairs at this time, heard Prince Wan Yan's words, coldly replied, "Prince Wan Yan, you can't kill him!"

"Then let's see!" Prince Wan Yan sneered, taking big strides towards Ye Qing. At this moment, Ye Qing was already lying on the ground, unable to even muster the strength to get up.