Chapter 530 - Will Li Zhaojun Die
Chapter 530 of "Invincible Young Master in the City" begins with: (Part 2) 530: Chapter 526: Will Li Zhaojun Die?(Part 2) âAhââYe Fan let out an... See the full story!
(Part 2) 530: Chapter 526: Will Li Zhaojun Die?
(Part 2) âAhââ
Ye Fan let out an angry roar, his right handâs index and middle fingers together, channeling his Inner Strength.
On Li Zhaojunâs blood-stained back, he tapped like raindrops, sealing her acupoints to stop the blood that was gushing like a fountain.
Following that, he pressed his right palm against the center of Zhao Junâs back, trying to use his Inner Strength to drive out the intense poison she had been inflicted with.
However, the poison was incredibly strange and utterly unaffected.
Ye Fan decisively abandoned the attempt to expel the poison and instead used his Inner Strength to fiercely protect Zhao Junâs heart, preventing the deadly poison from reaching her heart vessels.
This move seemed somewhat effective, temporarily stemming the loss of Zhao Junâs vitality.
âDonât die!
Zhao JunâŚâ Ye Fan pleaded inside with immense regret.
âDonât worry, I wonât die so easily,â murmured Zhao Jun, her cherry lips stained with blood, weak and feeble.
Aside from her eyebrows furrowing slightly from the intense pain, her expression remained calm and tranquil.
âWhat pure and delicious blood of a virgin!â A male voice with a foreign accent lamented with regret, âTsk tsk, what a pity that itâs been tainted by the exceedingly vile Black Mamba poison.â
Ye Fan abruptly looked up, his tiger-like eyes ablaze as he stared at the other party.
About fifteen meters away, a tall Caucasian man emerged.
The man was dressed in a classic, elegant black tailcoat, his features handsomely exotic, his flaxen hair neatly combed without a hair out of place, his skin so pale it could be called ghastly, resembling a noble from an ancient European castle.
As he spoke, he approached Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun with graceful steps, his exotic handsome face bearing a seemingly impeccable yet truly twisted smile.
He twirled the silenced pistol in his hand before casually tossing it to the grass nearby.
âCaesar?!â Ye Fan ground out between clenched teeth.
The exotic and handsome Caucasian man replied, âCorrect, it is I.
You thought I came to Hua Hai City to assassinate you, but little did you know, Iâve been lying in wait beneath your mother-in-lawâs house in the Forty-Nine City.
Unfortunately, although I managed to deceive the crisis senses of you ancient martial arts practitioners, it was the woman in your arms who discovered me and took that bullet.â
âHa ha, doesnât the feeling of your beloved dying in your arms have a beautiful tragedy to it?
I rather enjoy that sensation.
Holding your woman, watching her life slip away, feeling her warmth diminish bit by bit until deathâitâs a kind of ecstasy thatâs unlike any other, more than ten times stronger than making loveâŚâ
âPervert!â Ye Fan shouted with a chest full of anger.
âHa ha ha, donât your ancient Chinese sages have a saying?â Caesar laughed as if he wanted to engage in a deep discussion with Ye Fan, âA man is not a fish, how can he know the joy of a fish?
But now, you can experience it firsthand.
It might be painful the first time, like a womanâs first time, but after that, itâs unlimited ecstasyâŚâ
âCaesar, if I donât dismember your body into a thousand pieces and obliterate the organization behind you after today, I wonât bear the Ye surname!â Ye Fan spat out with gritted teeth, his tiger eyes filled with a hellish murderous intent.
Caesar, with an âelegantâ smile, shook his head lightly and said, âNo no, you have no tomorrow.
You must die today.
Put down the woman in your arms, she cannot possibly survive.
Let me witness the strength of you Eastern ancient martial arts practitioners.â
Ye Fan certainly couldnât let go of Li Zhaojun, as her life depended on his Inner Strength guarding her heart.
Once he released her, the virulent poison would invade her heart, and death was inevitable.
Ye Fan snorted coldly in response to Caesarâs challenge, holding Li Zhaojun and guarding cautiously.
âYe Fan, set me down,â the weak voice of Li Zhaojun came from his arms.
âDefeat him quickly, then take me to the hospital for emergency treatment.
I wonât die so soon.â
âDonât talk,â Ye Fan said softly, looking down.
At that moment, Caesar transformed into a black shadow, pouncing with the speed of lightning.
Despite being on guard, Ye Fan found Caesarâs speed far surpassed his expectations, even faster than his normal speed.
With one arm cradling Li Zhaojunâs delicate body and the other pressing on her back, channeling Inner Strength to guard her heart, he couldnât free his hands.
Whatâs more, Caesarâs attack was extremely sinister, not targeting Ye Fan, but aiming for Li Zhaojun in his arms.
As Caesarâs ghastly pale claw, sharp with cutting wind, was about to crush Li Zhaojunâs pretty little head, Ye Fan, left with no other choice, gritted his teeth, hugged Li Zhaojun, and turned his body, taking the blow with his back.
Seeing that Ye Fan truly used his body to protect the woman in his arms, Caesar thought his plan had worked.
A smile bloomed deep within him, and he reached for Ye Fanâs back with even greater speed.
Just as his pale fingers with their sharp nails were about to pierce Ye Fanâs back, Caesar suddenly felt like he was not clutching human flesh but a thick, tough cowhide.
Immediately after, an immense force surged violently toward him.
It turned out that although Ye Fan used his body to protect Li Zhaojun, he was not simply resigning himself to fate.
He had concentrated the remaining Inner Strength in his skin at the moment Caesarâs fingers hit his back.
Under the influence of Inner Strength and vigorous Qi-Blood, that patch of skin instantly turned dark iron-blue and grew as thick as weathered cowhide leather.
Moreover, he stomped his feet on the ground, twisting his waist and hips like a great dragon, and thrust his whole bodyâs strength toward Caesar in a forceful collision.
This move, known as âIron Bearâs Back Cling,â was extremely powerful and similar to the Baji Fistâs ultimate move, Mountain Clinging, capable of directly slamming a person away, shattering their internal organs.
Caught off guard, Caesar was struck by the move, and with a miserable shriek, he flew seven or eight meters away, crashing to the ground and vomiting a large mouthful of blood mixed with lung fragments, clearly injured.
Ye Fan also paid a heavy price, with five bloody holes torn open in his back.
His complexion reddened, and feeling a sweetness in his throat, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
However, he didnât stop there.
Holding Li Zhaojun, he pounced toward Caesar with supernatural speed, who had just been sent flying.
Seize the opportunity when your enemy is sick!
As Ye Fan lunged at Caesar, about to land on the fallen Caesar, he executed a Horse Kick.
He stomped furiously at Caesarâs chest.
But just when he was about to shatter Caesarâs chest, Ye Fan suddenly saw a blur, as countless shadows scattered outward, and then he âthumpedâ onto thin air.
The cement ground he missed cracked like a spiderweb for two or three meters, and the ten-centimeter-thick concrete floor was forced into a deep hole.
Looking up for Caesar, Ye Fan found him already standing seven or eight meters away.
With Caesarâs speed surpassing his, it was too late for Ye Fan to make another desperate attempt.
âWell played, you actually ambushed me!â Despite being gravely injured, Caesar maintained his European nobleâs graceful smile.
He took out a snow-white handkerchief and wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth leisurely.
After wiping his own blood, he then put the fingers smeared with Ye Fanâs blood to his mouth, his red, agile tongue licking the blood off his fingers, and then he indulged himself, âThe blood of an Eastern ancient martial arts cultivator, truly delicious and full of energyâŚâ