Chapter 704 - Threat
Chapter 704 of "Invincible Young Master in the City" starts with thrilling twists: âNot good!Itâs the Fei Ma Ta Yan technique!âAs Mo Xuangu was struck with horror, Ye... Continue the story!
âNot good!
Itâs the Fei Ma Ta Yan technique!â
As Mo Xuangu was struck with horror, Ye Fan had already placed his hands on Mo Xuanguâs wrists.
The horse-shaped momentum had reached its peak, and with a leap, his body soared like an enraged horse transforming into a dragon, his legs kicking three times in rapid succession like a swallow skimming across water, aiming fiercely and exceptionally at Mo Xuanguâs chest, throat bone, and face.
âThe combined killing technique, Fei Ma Ta Yan!â
Below the stage, an experienced ancient martial arts master stood up in shock, shouting out loud as if he had seen Mo Xuangu meet his untimely death.
The experts from the Mo family were filled with sorrow and anger, their eyes wide open as they shouted, âShow mercy!â
However, it was already too late.
Once the Fei Ma Ta Yan was executed, there was no room for retreat.
Even if the experts from the Mo family below the stage wanted to save him, it was too late because the soaring triple kick of Fei Ma Ta Yan happened in a mere flash.
Old Master Mo had already closed his eyes in pain.
Ye Fanâs right foot kicked fiercely and exceptionally towards Mo Xuanguâs chest, and Mo Xuangu hurriedly blocked it with his palm.
Bang!
A loud noise that shook the entire martial arts hall echoed, and the violent wind gushed outwards, pushing all the average expert martial artists sitting away from the stage backward, resulting in chaos.
Although Mo Xuangu managed to block Ye Fanâs first kick, the force of the kick traveled from his palm up his arm, making his whole arm go numb and lose sensation, even shaking his internal organs.
And at that time, Ye Fanâs second kick, even more fierce and exceptional, was on its way; Mo Xuangu only managed to protect his throat with his left palm.
Bang!
Another loud noise accompanied an even more violent gust.
This time, Mo Xuangu failed to block Ye Fanâs second kick.
The back of his hand struck his throat, his breath became chaotic, and he was involuntarily thrown backward, completely losing the ability to protect himself.
And as his body flew backward uncontrollably, the third kick of the Fei Ma Ta Yan was already targeting his face.
âAh!â
Everyone screamed in shock, involuntarily closing their eyes, not wanting to witness the gruesome scene of Mo Xuanguâs head being kicked to a pulp, with blood and brains flying.
Even Mo Xuangu himself had resigned to his fate, not to mention that the second kick of Fei Ma Ta Yan had dispersed his breath and unbalanced his body; just the fierce power transmitted through Ye Fanâs toes had temporarily disabled his arms.
Just as Mo Xuangu closed his eyes waiting for death, suddenly he felt an immense force from behind, abruptly pulling him backward and away from the range of Ye Fanâs Fei Ma Ta Yan attack.
Ye Fan, not surprised by the miss in his final kick, landed smoothly from mid-air; upon closer inspection, indeed it was Shen Biancheng who had intervened.
As it turned out, Shen Biancheng had been closely watching the entire fight, and even before Ye Fan started the Fei Ma Ta Yan, Shen Biancheng knew there was a high likelihood Ye Fan would use it.
So, the instant Ye Fan executed Fei Ma Ta Yan, Shen Biancheng slapped his chair, launching himself onto the stage with speed so fast it eluded the naked eye, rescuing Mo Xuangu in the nick of time.
ThumpâŚ
When the crowd realized Shen Biancheng had suddenly appeared on the stage to save Mo Xuangu, a sudden noise emanated from below.
The crowd couldnât help but follow the noise, only to see the solid mahogany armchair Shen Biancheng had been sitting on shattered into dust.
Mo Xuangu survived from the brink of death and hurriedly turned his head to see Shen Biancheng.
âThank you, Mr.
Shen, for your timely rescue,â Mo Xuangu said with gratitude, clasping his fists.
Shen Biancheng gave a faint smile and replied, âYouâre welcome.
My junior brother had no intention of putting you to death.
I was able to pull you back in time because he had given me a heads up.
I hope you donât bear any grudge against Ye Fan.â
He raised his voice deliberately so that everyone under the stage could hear.
âHow could I?â Mo Xuangu said, bowing with his hands clasped, but he did not turn to look at Ye Fan.
Ye Fan had challenged the Mo family for a reason he âknewââto marry Lu Xiaoman.
As Lu Xiaomanâs biological uncle, Ye Fan would not truly strike to kill him.
However, nobody liked to walk through the gates of hell and back.
So, his face clearly showed no goodwill towards Ye Fan.
Shen Biancheng nodded slightly and turned to address the Mo family patriarch, who had stood up, and said loudly, âElder Mo, what about the outcome of this match?â
âYour junior brother won,â the elderly Mo declared in a heavy voice, then clasped his fists and added, âThank you, Junior Brother Shen, for stepping in to save him!â
At this moment, everyone under the stage came back to their senses, took a deep breath of relief, and could not refrain from bursting into a round of warm applause.
The match had been truly breathtaking!
Their gazes fell on Ye Fanâs towering figure, and they inexplicably felt a sense of majestic grandeur, as if he were a mountain.
âThe second match, Ye Fan wins!â Mo Zunqiang declared with a dark expression as he stepped onto the stage to announce the result.
He observed Ye Fan to find that although Ye Fan was a bit out of breath, his breathing was still very steady and powerful.
Clearly, he hadnât exhausted much of his strength.
If he were to rest for another hour, his physical condition would likely recover to more than eighty or ninety percent.
Obviously, the Mo familyâs strategy of wearing Ye Fan down through Mo Xuanghai and Mo Xuangu had almost completely failed.
After the result was announced, Elder Mo left the martial arts hall directly.
As he walked away, he gave Mo Xuaming a look, and Mo Xuaming immediately followed.
As for Ye Fan and Shen Biancheng, because they had an hour to rest, Mo Zunqiang took them to a villaâs lounge to rest.
Elder Mo returned to his villaâs second-floor lounge, sat down heavily in his armchair, and said to Mo Xuaming with a dark face, âCall Ye Fan.
He can marry Xiaoman if he wants, but he must lose to Xuanhu in the third match!â
âYes!â Mo Xuaming replied cautiously, wary of incurring his fatherâs wrath.
Taking out his phone, Mo Xuaming promptly connected with Ye Fanâs number and relayed Elder Moâs message.
Ye Fan responded indifferently, âWho Xiaoman marries is her personal freedom.
That condition is inherently invalid.
My terms remain the sameârelease Xiaoman, and from now on, let there be no ties between her and the Mo family.
Of course, as Xiaomanâs biological father, I will not interfere with your communication with her.
And for the next match, at most, I can manage a draw.â
Elder Mo, furious upon hearing this, snatched the phone and scolded Ye Fan, âYe Fan, donât think you can act recklessly just because Shen Biancheng backs you!
If you donât agree, even if it means the Mo familyâs defeat tonight, tomorrow Iâll ensure XiaomanâŚâ
âElder Mo!â Ye Fan interrupted with a cold voice, warning him, âDonât think I have no other means to deal with the Mo family.
I advise you not to take any risks!â
âRelease Xiaoman, let her be free of any ties with the Mo family, and in the next match, I can afford to fight to a draw.
Otherwise, I will defeat the Mo family mercilessly in front of all the heroes present, and then rescue Xiaoman using other methods!â Ye Fan added, âCall me back when youâve agreed!â
With that, Ye Fan hung up the phone.
When had Elder Mo ever been so blatantly threatened?
Fuming with rage, his frustration was palpable, his hair and beard bristling, he slammed his palm on a sturdy mahogany table, which instantly disintegrated into dust.