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Chapter 73: 0073: Unstoppable Momentum_1

Chapter 73: Chapter 0073: Unstoppable Momentum_1
“Inner strength, mastery level, how could that be possible?”

Lu Bao, the boss of the XiBei Guild, stood among a group of little hoodlums, watching the air currents move around Ye Xiong’s body without any wind and was so shocked that he couldn’t utter a word.

As the notorious leader of an underground gang in Jiangnan City, his knowledge was naturally incomparable to that of any ordinary hoodlum.

In the contemporary world of martial arts, there are mainly three categories: external skills, internal strength, and martial skills.

Martial skills refer to techniques and are the easiest to learn.

For example, Eight Trigrams Palm, Changquan, military boxing and the like, these common techniques, ordinary people can easily master.

As for external skills, besides referring to physical strength, they also include martial arts that have been developed through enduring hardship.

Such as Eagle Claw Skill, Iron Head Skill and the like, these martial arts won’t show effects unless one endures three to five years of hard training.

The third category is the most difficult—internal strength!

In today’s world, very few people practice internal strength because its effects are extremely slow to manifest.

Internal strength is not very useful when first learned; only after enduring five to ten years can one make slight progress, which makes one’s senses sharper and one’s strength more powerful. And that’s just the beginning.

After a decade of cultivation, those who are blessed by the heavens can reach the proficiency level. Then, inner qi will form within the body and can be used for defense and attack.

The young man in front of him was no more than twenty-three or twenty-four years old. Could it be that he started to cultivate inner strength before he was even ten?

Not to mention Ye Xiong’s internal strength reaching the mastery level, even if he didn’t use his inner strength, this group of over a hundred people might not be able to harm him.

“How old is he? Could it be he started cultivating internal strength in his mother’s womb?”

“With internal injuries reaching this degree, how can he still fight?”

A group of little hoodlums voiced their doubts, encircling in waves, none daring to step forward.

The light from the controlled knives illuminated the entire hall, and everyone stood in opposition.

Ye Xiong stood on the table, the airflow within his body increased again, and his clothes slowly puffed up.

Seeing him strengthen his inner power, the surrounding hoodlums stepped back a few steps again.

Just at that moment, an astonishing scene occurred.

A small black object suddenly fell out from Ye Xiong’s clothes, and at the same time, the previously inflated clothing immediately deflated.

When everyone saw what had fallen, they were instantly dumbfounded.

What dropped out turned out to be a palm-sized mini fan.

“He doesn’t know shit about internal strength, he’s just cheating, chop him.”

“For tens of thousands, millions even, chop him!”

Feeling duped, the hoodlums picked up their machetes and started to chop toward Ye Xiong.

“Damn, what a crappy fan, it broke as soon as I used it.”

Ye Xiong leaped down from the large table, grabbed a whole chair in his hand, and swept it out.

The two hoodlums in front were directly smacked and sent flying.

But under the influence of money, the hoodlums had gone mad, charging at him as if their lives didn’t matter.

Ye Xiong, holding the chair, moved through the crowd, his movements as ferocious as a tiger descending the mountain, with cries of agony all around.

Suddenly, with a tearing sound, Ye Xiong was struck with a blade on his back, and his clothes were instantly ripped.

“Haha, I’ve earned a million, I’ve got a million!” a short hoodlum shouted excitedly.

Feeling a burning sensation on his back, Ye Xiong’s blood was instantly ignited.

His eyes, fierce like a beast’s, were fixed on the short hoodlum as he rushed toward him.

In a few moments, he had the hoodlum in his hands, and a continuous crackling sound could be heard; the hoodlum let out a miserable scream as his limbs were savagely torn off by Ye Xiong—the bones were completely shattered, hanging by the skin.

This meant that for the rest of his life, he could only lie in bed.

“Who else wants a million?”

Ye Xiong kicked away the hoodlum who had passed out, his gaze sweeping heatedly around him.

A group of hoodlums were all scared, backing out one after another.

They had never seen someone as ruthless as Ye Xiong before.

Who would want to exchange $1 million for spending a lifetime in a wheelchair?

They were just thugs, only doing it to scrape a meal together; who would be willing to lose their life over it?

Bang!

No one knew who threw their knife first, but then the clanging sounds wouldn’t stop. In a moment, not a single hoodlum held a knife, all running far away.

Ye Xiong strode toward He Haodong.

He Haodong was now panicked, hastily running towards the door.

Ye Xiong flew up a kick, sending a chair flying and toppling He Haodong over, face down. He then walked over and picked him up.

“What do you want to do? I warn you, murder will out, if you dare to touch a hair on my head, you won’t have good days ahead,” He Haodong said nervously.

“Did you ever give me good days?”

Ye Xiong slammed his body hard against the wall, nearly disassembling him, before coldly saying, “How many times have I warned you? Did you take my words as nothing? It seems you won’t learn until I show you some color.”

After Ye Xiong finished speaking, he suddenly pressed his hand against the wall and bent one of his fingers back forcefully!

A sound of bones breaking could be heard, as He Haodong’s pinkie was bent back onto the back of his hand.

Immediately, an agonizing scream like a pig being slaughtered filled the air.

Ye Xiong bent a second finger onto the back of the hand.

He Haodong trembled in pain, his face distorted, tears and snot covering his face.

The people outside were stunned, instinctively clenching their fists.

It was as if it wasn’t He Haodong’s fingers Ye Xiong was breaking, but their own.

“This is just a lesson. If you send someone to harm me again, I will make you disappear from this world,” Ye Xiong said, his whole body exuding a deadly aura, coldly stating, “Whether you believe it or not, killing you, I could still strut around the streets.”

After tossing He Haodong down like a dead dog, Ye Xiong finally left Fuhua Hotel.

He Haodong lay on the ground, trembling with pain, his eyes revealing a hateful glare.

“Ye Xiong, you just wait, if I, He Haodong, don’t avenge this, I swear I’m no man… What are you dawdling for, hurry up and take me to the hospital,” He Haodong roared at a group of hoodlums in anger.

Ye Xiong walked out of the hotel, and his phone started ringing—it was Du Yuehua calling.

Ye Xiong already knew that Du Yuehua had planted an informant inside Fuhua Hotel. Otherwise, she couldn’t have known so quickly when Mr. Klein got captured at Fuhua Hotel last time.

It seemed her informant had alerted her to his commotion at Fuhua Hotel once again.

He was curious about what kind of person Du Yuehua had arranged to plant inside Fuhua Hotel.

“Ye Xiong, why did you go make trouble at Fuhua Hotel again?” On the phone, Du Yuehua asked anxiously.

Hearing Du Yuehua’s anxious voice, Ye Xiong felt a surge of excitement in his heart. Unknowingly, Du Yuehua had become very important to him.

“It’s nothing, just got slashed by a knife,” he replied.

“What, is it serious?” Du Yuehua asked in alarm.

“It’s trivial, just a flesh wound. A little medicine will do. But the wound is on my back, and it’s a bit inconvenient for me to apply the medicine…”

“You get the medicine, and I’ll apply it for you.”

Half an hour later, Ye Xiong had already purchased the medicine and returned to the Mingyang International Hotel.

As he took off his shirt, revealing the cut on his back, Du Yuehua finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The knife wound was indeed shallow, barely breaking the skin. With careful treatment, it shouldn’t leave a scar.

“Lie down on the couch, and don’t move,” Du Yuehua ordered.

Ye Xiong obediently lay face down on the couch, his back exposed, letting Du Yuehua apply the medication.

Standing by the couch, Du Yuehua was dressed in a black wrap dress today, looking very mature.

Ye Xiong couldn’t resist climbing onto Du Yuehua’s beautifully white and slender thighs.