Urban Martial Saint

The surrounding people are staring closely at the two, all waiting for the result of this punch. In fact, these sorcerers are already certain in their hearts that Fourth Brother will definitely be able to withstand this punch.

A punch is thrown, and Fourth Brother is still standing steadily, seemingly unfazed.

Those sorcerers start shouting excitedly again, as if they’ve already won.

At this moment, Fourth Brother is almost about to faint, though he’s forcing himself to stand here, his ears buzzing so much he can’t hear what his fellow disciples around him are saying. He only has one thought in his mind: Will Ye Qing’s final punch take his life?

Actually, Ye Qing is also a bit bewildered. That punch didn’t knock him down; is there hope for the third punch? How can this sorcerer be so resilient?

The two involved don’t speak, but the surrounding sorcerers are jeering, shouting for Ye Qing to throw the third punch, clamoring to defeat all the Martial Artists of Huaxia, as if Fourth Brother alone is invincible.

This third punch, Ye Qing really doesn’t want to throw it. If it doesn’t knock down Fourth Brother, he will have to admit defeat. How will he draw out Master Naikun then?

However, not throwing it is even less of an option. The words have been spoken, and not following through is not in his character.

After pondering for a while, Ye Qing slowly steps back, eyes coldly fixed on Fourth Brother, and says in a deep voice: ”Third punch!”

Fourth Brother only hears Ye Qing’s words, unable to clearly see Ye Qing’s movements, standing in place feeling his blood surging as if something inside his chest is trying to burst out.

Ye Qing, unaware of Fourth Brother’s situation, uses all his strength for the third punch, yelling loudly and directly aiming at Fourth Brother.

However, before Ye Qing’s fist lands on Fourth Brother’s body, Fourth Brother suddenly cries out ”wah,” spitting out a mouthful of blood. The restrained blood finally couldn’t hold any longer and all spewed out. Fourth Brother also slowly collapses to the ground, unconscious.

Ye Qing hadn’t actually hit him, and Fourth Brother collapsed himself. This situation stuns everyone present, leaving them clueless about what happened, especially the sorcerers whose eyes almost pop out. Just as victory seemed imminent, what happened to Fourth Brother?

The scene falls into a deathly silence, and after a while, Ye Qing finally comes to his senses. It seems Fourth Brother had long been unable to hold on; all he did previously was forcing himself, and eventually couldn’t withstand it anymore, collapsing before the punch even landed. His assessment of Fourth Brother wasn’t that far off; his strength wasn’t enough.

This realization calms Ye Qing significantly. He looks up at the remaining sorcerers and says calmly, ”It seems I have won!”

”Ye, what on earth did you do to our Fourth Brother?” Lao Qi shouts furiously, ”He seemed fine just now, how did he suddenly collapse?”

”Yeah, what kind of dirty trick did you use? Tell us quickly, or we’ll kill you!” Old Eight also roars angrily.

Hearing these two explode, the other sorcerers shout and surround him. They can’t accept that Fourth Brother too was defeated by Ye Qing; they believed victory was assured, how could it suddenly end in defeat? Thus, they are convinced Ye Qing did something, and each one of them is burning with rage.

”You are inferior, yet instead of feeling ashamed, you try to frame me!” Ye Qing says coldly, ”I see you sorcerers are utterly shameless, impossible to reason with. Since Naikun is too cowardly to come out, I’ll kill you all first and see how long he can hide!”

Ye Qing finishes speaking and steps forward, crashing into Lao Qi’s body with a shoulder strike.

These sorcerers are mostly skilled in sorcery, but lack real fighting abilities, and their sorcery has no effect on Ye Qing, making them no match for him.

Lao Qi is sent flying by Ye Qing, crashing into several people behind him. Other sorcerers immediately surround him, preparing to gang up on Ye Qing. Some even reach for tools, intending to cast sorcery on him.

”Don’t cast sorcery!” a man shouts anxiously, ”Ye Qing is immune to sorcery, don’t hurt your own people!”

The sorcery of these people is mostly performed with poison, and in such a chaotic situation, whether they can hurt Ye Qing is still uncertain. However, if the poison falls on their own people, it would be a real misfortune.

The man’s reminder was quite effective, and those who had taken out the poison quickly put it back, shouting as they charged at Ye Qing. However, in close-quarters combat, they were no match for Ye Qing. After just a few exchanges, seven or eight people were knocked to the ground by Ye Qing, all seriously injured, lying on the ground crying out in pain.

These sorcerers engaging in close combat with Ye Qing was simply asking for trouble. Ye Qing didn’t suffer a single injury, but these sorcerers suffered considerable losses. After a while, the sorcerers realized something was wrong and dared not charge forward again. They retreated, shouting in panic, ”Quick, go find the Senior Brother!”

Ye Qing was waiting for Master Naikun, and upon hearing the sorcerers’ words, he knew they couldn’t hold out and that Master Naikun would definitely appear. So, he didn’t hesitate, charging forward and unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks at the sorcerers, showing no mercy, chasing them all the way into the attic.

As Ye Qing stepped into the hall, he suddenly heard a buzzing sound in his ears. Before he could react, a swarm of small creatures flew at him. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a swarm of wasps. However, these wasps were different from ordinary ones; their wings were black, and they appeared more dangerous than regular wasps.

The speed of the wasps was incredibly fast. As soon as Ye Qing entered, the wasps swarmed over, enveloping him completely.

Ye Qing hurriedly tried to retreat, but it was too late. The swarm of wasps surrounded him, stinging his head, neck, and hands repeatedly. Fortunately, Ye Qing wielded Mu Ling, rendering him immune to the poison, but the wasp stings were still quite painful.

Stung by the wasps, Ye Qing felt irritated. He tore off his coat and swung it around, finally managing to swat all the wasps away. Just as he freed himself from this predicament, he suddenly felt something cold climbing up his leg.

”What is that!” Ye Qing’s expression changed, and he quickly reached down, pulling out a scarlet-black long snake from his pant leg. The snake’s head was triangular, clearly venomous. Moreover, the snake was ferocious; even after being caught, it twisted its head around and bit Ye Qing’s arm.

Wincing in pain, Ye Qing flung the long snake away. Although the snake was highly venomous, hitting the wall killed it instantly. And Ye Qing felt no adverse effects; Mu Ling could neutralize all known poisons, rendering the snake’s venom ineffective against him.

After tossing the long snake aside, Ye Qing immediately took a step back. He hadn’t yet seen the room clearly, but he had already been attacked by two types of venomous creatures. Fortunately, he had Mu Ling with him, or these two creatures would have been deadly. Even with Mu Ling, he dared not be careless—for all he knew, there might be other venomous creatures in the room. While he wasn’t afraid of the poison, the continuous attacks were still painful.

As Ye Qing exited the room, a black lizard dropped from where he had just been standing. Had Ye Qing been a moment too slow, the lizard would have been upon him. Furthermore, Ye Qing clearly saw a scorpion and a centipede rapidly crawling toward him on the ground. How did this room contain so many venomous creatures?

Seeing the venomous creatures emerging, Ye Qing retreated a few more steps, moving into the courtyard. Here, the space was more open, so even if the creatures crawled out, Ye Qing could better defend himself.

As Ye Qing stepped out, a strange howl echoed from the room. Following the howl, the venomous creatures that had charged aggressively retreated to the doorway, where they stood guard, glaring menacingly at Ye Qing.

At the same time, a short-statured man slowly descended from the attic. The surrounding sorcerers, upon seeing this man, immediately stood respectfully to the sides, their eyes glowing with excitement.

Seeing the short man, Ye Qing was instantly invigorated. It seemed this was undoubtedly the main figure. But the fact that the top sorcerer in Nanyang, Master Naikun, turned out to be such an unremarkable short man?

The man stepping down was indeed Master Naikun. After watching Fourth Brother get injured by Ye Qing, he had essentially gauged Ye Qing’s strength, so he was not overly concerned and was ready to confront Ye Qing personally.

He leisurely walked down the stairs, step by step to the doorway. As he approached, the venomous creatures immediately cleared a path for him, as if they were very understanding.

”Are you Ye Qing!?” Master Naikun looked Ye Qing up and down, sneering, ”The disciple of Northern Fist King Li Changqing, hmph, isn’t much after all!”

Ye Qing maintained a calm demeanor and replied coldly, ”Are you Master Naikun? With your height, can you even be called a ’Master’?”

If it were the old Ye Qing, he certainly wouldn’t have said such words. But facing Master Naikun, Ye Qing felt no pity. After experiencing so much, his mindset was identical to that of Divine Doctor An Shiping. Toward these sorcerers, one must not show an ounce of compassion!

Master Naikun, being short, had been ridiculed by many since childhood, considering it a deep humiliation. Ye Qing’s immediate mention of it greatly changed Naikun’s expression. Enraged, he ground his teeth and yelled, ”You’re courting death!”