Chapter 502

Chapter 502: Chapter 501

"You’re Ye Tianchen?" Wang Feng frowned as he looked at Ye Tianchen, who was sitting on the wall of the Ye family’s old mansion, still nibbling on braised chicken wings.

Ye Tianchen didn’t immediately respond to Wang Feng’s words, instead, he shook his head and said, "Don’t rush, let me finish my chicken wings first, then we’ll talk. I’m busy right now."

Wang Feng was stunned for a moment, he glared at Ye Tianchen fiercely, thinking to himself how arrogant this guy was. Was he an idiot or just pretending to be calm? His team had surrounded the Ye family’s old mansion with over thirty armed guards, making it clear they were there to capture him. And it was obvious that if Ye Tianchen didn’t comply, they were prepared to shoot. When he set out, Li Jian had already given Wang Feng the authority to do so. However, Wang Feng had considered that it was Ye Yuanshan’s seventy-fifth birthday, with many important figures attending, heads of families. If it came down to shooting, it would create severe repercussions in Huaxia’s history, possibly more than Li Jian could handle.

Therefore, Wang Feng did not act rashly. It simply wasn’t worth offending more major families and powers just to capture Ye Tianchen.

"I suppose you already understand why I’ve brought men here, just come with me quietly to see Chairman Li, and I won’t touch anyone else from the Ye family," Wang Feng said somewhat annoyedly to Ye Tianchen, who was still nibbling on the braised chicken wings.

"Is this an invitation or a threat?" Ye Tianchen asked indifferently.

"You can take it however you want, but you must come with me now, or I won’t be polite. I mean what I say," Wang Feng replied coldly as he watched Ye Tianchen.

"Hold on a moment, I’m almost done!" Ye Tianchen replied to Wang Feng with a smile.

Wang Feng’s anger rose. He had not wanted to resort to violence, as long as he could bring Ye Tianchen back to Li Jian, that would have sufficed. But Ye Tianchen’s disdain and arrogance had irked him. He had brought so many men, all armed with submachine guns, and Ye Tianchen still didn’t take him seriously—did he have no respect for Wang Feng at all?

In this world, facing over thirty elite special soldiers with guns and still being able to talk and nibble on braised chicken wings so nonchalantly could only be Ye Tianchen. Of course, this completely infuriated Wang Feng—it was as if he and his guard detail didn’t matter at all to him.

"It seems I really need to teach you a hard lesson before I take you away..."

Whoosh! The moment Wang Feng finished speaking, he dashed to the base of the wall in the blink of an eye, where Ye Tianchen was lying. With a bang, he punched the wall, and with a thunderous roar, the more than ten meters long, nearly half a meter thick wall was easily shattered by his punch. However, when Wang Feng looked up, Ye Tianchen was already diving down towards him, still with the unfinished braised chicken wing in his mouth.

"Good, let’s see how much you’ve got," said Wang Feng. Naturally, he had heard some rumors about Ye Tianchen’s skillful hands and unfathomable strength, having killed many experts. This was Wang Feng’s first encounter with Ye Tianchen, and he hadn’t expected him to be only around twenty years old. Wang Feng felt a bit incredulous and now was eager to have a fight.

Ye Tianchen gave a faint smile, still with the braised chicken wing in his mouth, and clenched his fists tightly as he said, "Then I’ll play along with you. If you can stop me from finishing this braised chicken wing, you win."

"You’ll regret those words..." Wang Feng muttered.

Facing Ye Tianchen diving down with clenched fists, Wang Feng fiercely frowned and with a push from his feet, he leapt dozens of meters into the air, his hands formed into palms, striking out towards Ye Tianchen.

Bang, bang, bang...

The fierce battle unfolded mid-air, leaving the onlookers on the ground dumbfounded. Both men were incredibly skilled. Ye Tianchen too was surprised; he certainly hadn’t expected Wang Feng to be so formidable. Each strike pushed the air, and if one of those palms hit, even he would cough up blood. It seemed that the commander of Li Jian’s guard detail was no pushover.

The thirty-plus members of Wang Feng’s detail were all equipped with submachine guns and were the elite of the elite special soldiers. They too were in disbelief. Wang Feng was once a martial monk from the Dharma Hall at Shaolin Temple, and everyone knew the status that the Dharma Hall had at Shaolin. The monks there were tasked with protecting the temple, meaning their martial skills were top-notch and they were seasoned fighters.

Perhaps they didn’t have the Inner Strength cultivation of some of the senior Shaolin monks, but their combat strength was definitely formidable, especially Wang Feng’s Dharma Palm Skill which was deeply mastered. A strike from him could muster the force of a thousand pounds, a skill that originated from Dharma Ancestor, a legendary figure in Huaxia’s history. Ye Tianchen even suspected that such a legendary figure must have traveled to Emperor Star; someone of such stature couldn’t just pass away so simply.

Ye Tianchen managed to stand his ground against Wang Feng’s Dharma Palm with nothing but his bare fists, not being at a disadvantage, which had all the members of Wang Feng’s guard detail completely astonished. They were all elite special soldiers, skilled in boxing, swordsmanship, blade skill, and all other eighteen types of martial arts. They knew how difficult it was to reach such a level in Ancient Martial Arts, and once someone reached the level of Wang Feng, ordinary weapons could hardly harm them.

To put it simply, if you tried to shoot at him from hundreds of meters away, his palm strike might explode you before you even got the chance to fire. Moreover, at this level of expertise, dodging bullets was no longer a rare feat.

Indeed, because the disciples of the Ancient Martial Sects and Superpower Users—those who were distinct from ordinary people—possessed such incredible strength, the state gave them such high regard, monitoring them at all times, and intervening when necessary to prevent any major issues from affecting the safety and security of the public’s lives and property.

Bang bang!

With two light sounds, Ye Tianchen’s fists struck Wang Feng’s palms, and Wang Feng’s fists did not retreat but countered with full force. In the moment they landed, the two men separated from their fierce battle.

Everyone was surprised by this scene, and no one spoke out because the fight happened in the blink of an eye. In less than two minutes, Ye Tianchen and Wang Feng had put on a display more spectacular than any martial arts scene in movies or TV. How could it not be shocking?

Wang Feng stood with his hands behind his back, looking coldly at Ye Tianchen, and frowned as he said:

"Come with me, I won’t make things difficult for your family."

"I have no problem with that, but could you give me a reason first?" Ye Tianchen also had his hands behind his back and asked with a smile.

"I have a lot of admiration for you, young man," Wang Feng suddenly said with a smile.

"Ah? Sorry, my sexual orientation is quite standard..."

"Hmm..."

Ye Tianchen’s last remark left Wang Feng with three black lines over his head, and he glared at Ye Tianchen with slight annoyance. Then, with a wave of his right hand, the thirty or so guards surrounding the Ye family residence withdrew, and a black sedan drove over. Wang Feng got in first and waited for Ye Tianchen.

"Squad leader, why not arrest this brat? Why give him such treatment?" the driving guard said with displeasure.

"Arrest him? I’m afraid you would all die here," Wang Feng shook his head and said.

"How could that be..."

Before the driving guard could finish his words, he saw Wang Feng’s hands, which had been behind his back and were now brought forward, swollen like two giant steamed buns. Shocked, the driving guard was stupefied and involuntarily took a sharp breath. It was his first time seeing Wang Ping sustain such severe injuries, and what was key was that the fight had lasted less than two minutes. Even with the powerful Dharma Palm, Wang Ping was injured to this extent. How strong was Ye Tianchen actually?

"Just wait. The fact that this kid is willing to come with us is enough."

Wang Feng frowned, genuinely not expecting Ye Tianchen to be so formidable. Although he had not gone all out, he knew Ye Tianchen certainly hadn’t either. There was no need for a full-on battle between them here, an unsuitable place for a fight. Just now, his Dharma Palm was at seventy percent of its strength, with each strike powerful.

Ye Tianchen, relying on his bare fists, had been able to spar with him for over a hundred moves without ever being overpowered, indeed showing great strength. As for how powerful Ye Tianchen truly was, Wang Feng didn’t know, and now wasn’t the time to find out, as Li Jian was waiting for him to report back.

Seeing Wang Feng had already got into the car, Ye Tianchen didn’t rush. He tucked his hands into his trouser pockets, smiling, yet he felt some surprise inside. Wang Feng’s palm technique was extremely fierce, and his own Thunder Sky Fist was also amongst the fiercely powerful moves. Yet he hadn’t stunned Wang Feng, which was astonishing to Ye Tianchen.

From the beginning, he hadn’t underestimated Wang Feng. His first punch was the Thunder Sky Fist. Although he hadn’t used his full strength, he’d exerted seventy to eighty percent of his power because he could sense the fierce Inner Strength emanating from Wang Feng’s body.

"Tianchen, let me go with you. Old Man Li is so stubborn, he won’t be easy to deal with," Ye Yuanshan said to his grandson Ye Tianchen.

"No need, you should enjoy your birthday. I’ll handle this," Ye Tianchen replied with a smile.

After finishing the last braised chicken wing, Ye Tianchen casually tossed the bone onto the ground, yawned, and walked towards the black sedan parked ahead. He knew if he didn’t meet Li Jian, the matter wouldn’t end peacefully. And he had too many things to do, too many desires to fulfill, to leave any loose ends.

"Tianchen, don’t go."

"Go ahead. I really want to see how you’re going to die..."

Right as Ye Tianchen reached the door of the black sedan, ready to pull it open and get in, Su Feifei and Fan Ruoxuan both ran out from the Ye family mansion. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, and your support will be my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)