Chapter 265 - Doomed

Facing the deadly “Flying Horse Stampeding Swallow,” Dong Ziqi immediately retracted both arms to his chest and hurriedly retreated backward.

At that moment, Ye Fan’s “Flying Horse Stampeding Swallow” had already succeeded in “stamping the swallow” through leveraging momentum, and what followed was an extremely fierce three consecutive aerial stamps.

Bang!

Ye Fan, quick as lightning, stamped a foot toward Dong Ziqi’s chest.

Dong Ziqi blocked with his hands, his body was shaken and forced to retreat.

At that time, Ye Fan followed up with a tremendously fierce flying kick towards Dong Ziqi’s throat.

Bang!

Although Dong Ziqi managed to cover his throat with his palms in time, the “Flying Horse Stampeding Swallow” increased in strength with each stamp.

As a result, he saved himself from Ye Fan’s throat-shattering kick but ended up hitting his own throat with the back of his hand.

His breath hitched and he involuntarily took a step back, his face involuntarily tilting upwards.

And at this time, the last stamp of the “Flying Horse Stampeding Swallow” was incomparably fierce, shattering the air as it aimed straight for his vitals.

Just as Dong Ziqi’s face was about to be stomped into mush, his right fist, hidden at his waist, suddenly blasted upwards with a “Sky Piercing Cannon,” targeting Ye Fan’s extremely fierce kick.

Bang!

It exploded like a thunderbolt from the clear sky; a shockwave visible to the naked eye spread outwards at lightning speed, strong winds blowing fiercely, uprooting all the weeds on the ground, and instantly scattering and breaking apart the steel pipe goods racks that were placed along the wall.

Even the pieces of cement and concrete shattered during the fight were stirred into a cloud of dust and debris.

Dong Ziqi, although he had blocked Ye Fan’s lethal stamp, could not withstand the overwhelming force akin to a mountain bearing down and was kicked backward four to five meters before he barely steadied himself, his face swelling as red as blood, with fresh blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Clearly, he had sustained some internal injuries.

As for Ye Fan, he was thrown five to six meters by Dong Ziqi’s punch and, after landing, his Qi-Blood surged tumultuously, leaving him unable to continue the attack immediately.

His chest rose and fell like a bellows, relentlessly; the “Flying Horse Stampeding Swallow” had depleted the majority of his Inner Strength.

Frustratedly staring at Dong Ziqi, Ye Fan inwardly cursed that Dong Ziqi’s Inner Strength was just too much higher than his, blocking his “Flying Horse Stampeding Swallow” with brute force.

After suppressing his tumultuous Qi-Blood, Dong Ziqi thought about how he had nearly died under Ye Fan’s “Flying Horse Stampeding Swallow” and could not help but laugh in fury, “Hahaha, good!

Good!

Good!

It seems I have still underestimated you!

I didn’t expect you to master the ‘Flying Horse Stampeding Swallow,’ which only a master of transforming Inner Strength can practice!

And you, you’re just at the early stage of concealed Inner Strength!”

“With such peerless talent, and now that we’ve forged a life-and-death enmity today, I can’t leave you be!”

Saying this, he burst forth with a powerful aura, bellowed loudly, spread both arms and, stepping down, pounced on Ye Fan like a diving white crane.

Bang bang bang…

Confronted with Dong Ziqi’s offensive, Ye Fan could only defend desperately.

However, Ye Fan’s strength was ultimately no match for Dong Ziqi’s, and using “Flying Horse Stampeding Swallow” had drained much of his Inner Strength.

For a time, not only was he completely at a disadvantage, but he was also repeatedly injured, his body bearing numerous swollen and bruised wounds from Dong Ziqi’s crane pecks.

Fortunately, Ye Fan had a large and robust frame, toughened from a young age, and he managed to grit his teeth and persevere with indomitable will.

Bang!

Ye Fan was sent flying five to six meters, kneeling on one knee when he landed, supporting himself on the ground with his left hand while his Qi-Blood churned, and he spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood.

This time, Dong Ziqi did not immediately rush to kill.

He approached at a leisurely pace, standing with his hands behind his back as if Ye Fan’s life was already in his pocket, looking down on Ye Fan: “You have no chance left.”

“Talents like you in the ancient martial world are rare, happening only once every few decades.

It’s just your bad luck.” Dong Ziqi said indifferently, “Although we had no grievances in the past, the fact is that we’ve incurred a life-and-death enmity.

So, I can’t possibly let you live!”

“Take your own life.

This is the respect I’m showing you, genius!” Dong Ziqi said condescendingly.

Ye Fan, with blood spilling from the corners of his mouth and his tiger eyes glaring red, gritted his teeth at Dong Ziqi: “Even if I die, I will make you pay the price!”

With that, he suddenly roared and exerted force with both his hands and feet, pouncing upward with the move “White Ape Presents the Peach.”

From below, his fists moved swiftly, targeting vital points such as his opponent’s heart, throat, bridge of the nose, and eyes.

The “White Ape Presents the Peach” technique was extremely vicious, and if paired with a dagger, it was nearly unstoppable, and death was almost certain.

In ancient times, countless high officials and generals had died at the hands of assassins’ “White Ape Presents the Peach.”

Dong Ziqi hadn’t expected Ye Fan to fight back so fiercely in the face of death, still able to use such a ruthless assassination technique.

However, after being caught off guard by the “Flying Horse Treads on Swallow,” despite outwardly appearing indifferent to Ye Fan’s current state, Dong Ziqi was actually very cautious.

Therefore, when Ye Fan counterattacked with the “White Ape Presents the Peach,” Dong Ziqi immediately sidestepped and landed a palm on the overextended back of Ye Fan.

Feeling the palm wind coming from behind and having used all his strength in the initial attack, Ye Fan couldn’t dodge Dong Ziqi’s palm at all.

However, Ye Fan didn’t intend to dodge.

He quickly moved his remaining Inner Strength to his back, concentrating it on the area where Dong Ziqi’s palm was about to hit.

For a moment, the skin on his back bulged, turning blue-black and as thick as cowhide.

Bang!

A loud thud sounded, and Ye Fan couldn’t withstand Dong Ziqi’s counter palm from behind.

He sprayed blood from his mouth, his vision darkened and he nearly passed out.

Fortunately, Ye Fan was prepared.

He bit his tongue to stay conscious and, using the momentum of Dong Ziqi’s palm, combined with his own pouncing force, he shot towards the two-meter-high wall like lightning.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Fan reached the wall, and using the momentum, he kicked against it.

With a swallow flip, he suddenly lifted his body several meters and leaped over the two-meter wall.

“Think you can escape?

Not so easy!”

Dong Ziqi bellowed, taking a step like an arrow and then leaping into the air, spreading his arms and utilizing the “White Crane Shines Its Wings” Qinggong to chase after him.

Once over the wall, Ye Fan, relying on instinct, desperately fled in one direction using the “Giant Peng Spreads Its Wings” Qinggong.

However, soon he could hear the “pat pat” of fast-approaching footsteps from behind.

“Ye Fan, you can’t escape!

Resign yourself to death!” Dong Ziqi moved incredibly fast.

Though Ye Fan had initially escaped dozens of meters ahead, Dong Ziqi was quickly closing the gap, “I will definitely not let you live!”

Ye Fan paid him no attention, gritting his teeth and squeezing every last bit of potential from his body to escape desperately.

One chased and one fled, both as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, they had dashed several kilometers.

Just as Dong Ziqi was about to catch up, a small park without a fence and dim lighting appeared in front of them.

Ye Fan did not hesitate to escape into the small park.

Entering the small park, Dong Ziqi, wary of being seen by too many people, forcefully accelerated and within a blink caught up, landing another palm on Ye Fan’s back.

Bang!

Ye Fan was sent flying seven or eight meters, spewing fresh blood as he crashed down onto the grass, breath fading, no longer able to rise up, completely devoid of the strength to resist.