They possess the ability to project spiritual power or internal energy, which can withstand a barrage of bullets.
In big cities, improving your skills is just too slow.
Yang Feng stopped thinking about it, and with a swift movement, he flashed into the room, which was quite large, at least sixty square meters.
There were a dozen or so thugs in black, holding 911 pistols. Behind them stood two middle-aged men dressed in black, one of whom was a martial artist.
It's just a bit rubbish.
"Who exactly are you? What grudge do you hold against us, the Green Bamboo Society?" The one who spoke at this moment was Tan Chao, the leader of the Green Bamboo Society in Yanjing, his brows furrowed with doubt.
It's truly baffling. What force did they offend that caused them to fight their way up here, and so quickly at that?
“It seems—we have no grudge.” Yang Feng thought for a moment and then suddenly spoke.
"Cough..." Tan Chao almost choked when he heard this, his eyes flickering.
Damn it, you came here when you had no grudge against me. Are you just looking for trouble?!
Immediately, Tan Chao took a deep breath and calmly said, "Brother, since we have no enmity, why did you lead people to attack the headquarters of our Green Bamboo Society in Yanjing?"
"Well, there's no other way. If I don't wipe out all your underground forces, how can I unify all the underground forces in the country?!"
Yang Feng's voice was originally calm, but suddenly it burst forth with his aura, instantly attacking them.
Dozens of silver needles transformed into streaks of light and shot out from his hand.
The dozen or so thugs in black all stopped abruptly and collapsed to the ground.
"You're actually a martial artist?" At this moment, the man in black, standing next to Tan Chao, exclaimed with a hint of shock in his eyes.
No wonder they were able to get here so quickly; it turns out there was a martial artist among them!
But the fact that their armed thugs could die without resistance shows that their strength was extraordinary.
It must be at least at the late Yellow Rank or higher...
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 202 Tomorrow at This Time
"oh?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng looked over and fixed his gaze on the man in black. He sensed a faint flow of energy within the man's body, indicating that he was only at the half-step Yellow Rank and had practiced Qigong.
These kinds of extras are simply not good enough for serious roles.
"I didn't expect the underground forces to have a master of your caliber. It seems the underworld of Yanjing is about to be reshuffled."
The man in the black outfit, named Hong Feng, sighed softly, then stared at Yang Feng, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and pleaded:
"Senior brother, we are both on the path of martial arts cultivation. Could you please let me leave? I will never come back to meddle in the underground forces again."
He was well aware of his own strength; resisting him would only lead to his death. It was better to endure for the time being and let things calm down. Sometimes, bowing one's head is the best choice.
The words had barely left his lips.
Tan Chao was stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief as he stared at Hong Feng beside him, unable to comprehend it.
This person used to be a martial artist, and his strength was immense. Even the dozens of thugs from the Green Bamboo Society were no match for him.
But now... he actually bowed his head in front of this young man, and even before they had fought, he had already begged for mercy.
How could Tan Chao not understand this?!
"Which path do you belong to? Someone on the same wavelength as you? Hah!"
Yang Feng smiled coldly, waved his hand, and a silver needle suddenly slashed out, piercing into the bone in his arm without coming out.
This shows that the force was well controlled.
"Ah!" A pig-like scream suddenly came from Hong Feng's mouth. His hand joints were in excruciating pain, a piercing pain!
He couldn't help but kneel down on the ground, gripping his arms tightly, with beads of cold sweat clearly visible on his forehead.
Tan Chao, who was standing to the side, was startled and staggered back a few steps, his eyes filled with panic.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Feng calmly looked at Hong Feng kneeling on the ground and spoke:
"Get lost, this is a lesson for you."
Upon hearing this, Hong Feng felt a great sense of relief. He endured the pain and walked towards the outside. As he passed Yang Feng, he glanced back and revealed a hint of imperceptible killing intent.
He felt that his arm was useless and he couldn't move it.
If he were missing an arm, he would at most be a little stronger than an average person.
But as the saying goes, "Where there's life, there's hope," and sooner or later he'll want that arm back.
"thump……"
Just as Hong Feng stepped out the door, his pupils constricted, his voice became hoarse, and he collapsed to the ground. He died without understanding why Yang Feng had suddenly attacked him.
All I heard was...
Yang Feng slightly turned his head, glanced at the corpse lying by the door, and said indifferently: