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"Half-step Martial Arts Grandmaster? Interesting!"

Feeling the intense pressure erupting from Han Meng, a meaningful smile appeared on Ye Fan's face.

He finally understood why the head of North Suburb Prison, Wang Lang, had handed him over to Han Meng. With Han Meng's combat power as a Half-step Martial Arts Grandmaster, he indeed deserved the title of the number one ruthless man in North Suburb Prison.

If an ordinary suspect were assigned to Han Meng by Wang Lang, with Han Meng's methods, he would certainly be able to subdue the suspect in a short time.

The dirty-faced Skin Monkey glared at Ye Fan, grinding his teeth, "Kid, you're finished. Once our boss makes a move, you're utterly done for!"

"I'm finished? You all are being a bit too naive to think that a mere Half-step Martial Arts Grandmaster can squeeze me like this, aren't you?" Ye Fan sneered.

"How dare you!"

"What insolence!"

Seeing Ye Fan not taking Han Meng seriously, all the prisoners whom Ye Fan had knocked to the ground burst out in anger.

Having been locked up in North Suburb Prison for so many years, they saw Han Meng as the most formidable hard nut they had ever encountered. With the power of a Half-step Martial Arts Grandmaster, Han Meng was indeed an unstoppable force in North Suburb Prison.

Han Meng, with a chilling gaze, said, "Kid, you're not the first such rampant one I've encountered! I must admit, you're much stronger than those I've seen before. Therefore, I'll let you have three moves, so that later you can't say I bullied you!"

"What? You're giving me three moves?" Ye Fan was quite surprised.

Han Meng had no clue how terrifying Ye Fan's skills were. He said coldly, "That's right! It's been a long time since I've taken action. Today, I'll give you three moves. Make your move!"

"Heh!"

Ye Fan shook his head with a grin, "No need to give me three moves! I think I should give you three moves instead. I'm afraid that once I make a move, you won't have the chance to make yours!"

What!!!

Once Ye Fan made a move, Han Meng wouldn't have the chance to strike?

Hearing Ye Fan's words, all the prisoners in the cell gasped in shock; they hadn't expected Ye Fan to speak so brashly.

Give Han Meng three moves?

In their eyes, wasn't this tantamount to courting death?

"You've got guts, kid; you've got guts!"

Hearing this, Han Meng's eyes turned even fiercer.

The young man in front of him actually wanted to give him three moves; this was outright disregard for him.

Ye Fan said with a teasing smile, "I always keep my word. If I say I'll give you three moves, then I'll give you three moves. Fight if you want to fight; if not, let it be. Don't dilly-dally here like a sissy!"

"Kid, you're seeking death!"

Deemed a sissy by Ye Fan, Han Meng roared with fury, clenching his fists and suddenly lashing out at Ye Fan.

Whoosh—

As befitting a Half-step Martial Arts Grandmaster, in the cramped confines of the cell, Han Meng pounced toward Ye Fan like a fierce tiger on the grassland. It seemed that if Ye Fan were caught by Han Meng, his frail body would be torn to shreds.

"Boss has made a move, brothers, the boss has made his move!"

"Holy shit! Look, the boss is obviously serious. It's been a long time since I saw the boss go all out. This brat has dared to enrage the boss; he's utterly screwed!"

"Seeking death is indeed courting death! I bet the boss could take half his life with just one move!"

Seeing Han Meng going full throttle, many prisoners Ye Fan had knocked down scrambled up from the ground to clear a fighting space for Han Meng.

"Kid, you're the first to provoke me in North Suburb Prison. Get down on your knees!"

The moment he was about to reach Ye Fan, Han Meng let out a roar like a lion, swinging his fist at Ye Fan like a sweeping rainbow.

"There are countless who have wanted me to kneel, but with your current combat power, you're far from qualified!"

Confronted with Han Meng's resolute iron fist, Ye Fan sneered, and his body disappeared from the spot as if by magic.

Slap!!!

Han Meng hadn't seen how Ye Fan vanished when suddenly, at the moment of disappearance, he felt someone slap his butt hard.

"Ooh! Nice touch!"

Soon after, a mocking voice came from behind Han Meng.

Han Meng swiftly turned around, only to see Ye Fan standing there with a full-faced smile.

Staring at Ye Fan, Han Meng exclaimed in shock, "Dodged it? You actually dodged it?"

"Damn it! Did that kid actually dodge the boss's killer punch? How did he do that?"

"I've no idea! All I saw was that he disappeared right on the spot when the boss got close!"

"That's right, right, he just vanished into thin air. What's this? Some kind of illusion technique?"

In an instant, the shock reverberated among the many prisoners. They hadn't seen how Ye Fan had managed to evade Han Meng's ferocious punch.

"First move!"

Ye Fan said with an amused smile, facing the astonished Han Meng.

"Scoundrel!" Han Meng's face was a picture of rage.

Though unsure how Ye Fan had dodged his swift punch, Han Meng knew that some had extraordinary talent for speed. With the gloomy and damp atmosphere inside the cell, if Ye Fan was fast enough, it was indeed possible to create the illusion of disappearing from sight.

Looking at Ye Fan, Han Meng, seething with rage, said, "Wang Lang wanted me to force a confession out of you, but now I've changed my mind. I will pound you to death with these iron fists of mine!"

"Less talk, more action. If you want to kill me, just make your move!" Ye Fan scoffed.

"Kill!!"

Just now, having been slapped on the buttocks by Ye Fan, Han Meng flew into a rage out of humiliation. In order to prevent Ye Fan from evading in a bizarre fashion again, Han Meng's right foot swept toward Ye Fan like a shadow.

"The boss is taking action, the boss is making a move again. This kid can't be as lucky as last time!"

"This kid definitely won't be lucky again. Just now the boss was careless; this time, the boss can kill him with one intentional move!"

"Boss, come on, kill him in one move!"

Accompanying Han Meng's second strike, the many prisoners in the cell shouted excitedly as if injected with adrenaline.

"Kid, go to hell!"

Before being captured, Han Meng had been through countless battles. This time, as he struck, Han Meng aimed his right foot directly at Ye Fan's crown. He held nothing back, intending to blast Ye Fan's head with one kick.

In the dim prison cell, as Han Meng's fatal blow descended, Ye Fan flashed a wicked smile; he slightly bent his body, brushing past Han Meng's thunderous kick.

Smack!!!

In that moment of near miss, Ye Fan once again raised his hand and slapped Han Meng on the buttocks.

The next moment, Ye Fan chuckled and said, "How come it gets better every time I touch it? Tell me, what's your secret to such good maintenance?"

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

Seeing Ye Fan evade the thunderous strike again and being slapped on the buttocks once more, Han Meng was so angry he was almost smoking at the nostrils.

"He... he dodged again? What the hell! This can't be right, can it?"

"This kid is a bit weird! Could it be that he's stronger than the boss?"

"Impossible! Every Ancient Martial Artist must break through their own limits; how could there be so many Ancient Martial Artists in this world? Besides, this kid is so young. Even if he is an Ancient Martial Artist, he couldn't possibly be a match for the boss. I think he is just quick on his feet, that's all!"

"Right, it must be that!"

In an instant, many people silently nodded, unwilling to believe that Ye Fan's strength surpassed that of their boss, Han Meng.

Being mocked by Ye Fan, Han Meng's eyes bristled with killing intent: "Good! Very good! Kid, you've thoroughly aroused my killing intent! If I don't kill you today, how can I, Han Meng, continue to hold my ground in North Suburb Prison in the future?"

"Just come at me!"

Ye Fan fearlessly responded, "But I have to remind you, two moves have passed; you have one last chance left!"

"Kill!"

Han Meng completely ignored Ye Fan's words. His eyes sharp as a hawk's, he launched into another thunderous assault as soon as he finished speaking.

Shua—

Just like the second time, Han Meng was brimming with force as he viciously kicked at Ye Fan's crown.

"Repeating an old trick? Those won't work on me!" Ye Fan chuckled lightly.

"Old tricks? Sadly, this is not an old trick!"

Just as Ye Fan prepared to dodge, Han Meng swiftly chopped his right hand toward the back of Ye Fan's head.

"Beautiful, boss has got nice moves!"

Seeing Han Meng change his attack midway, all the prisoners in the cell became excited.

Han Meng grimly said as he struck his palm toward Ye Fan, "Kid, let's see if you die this time!"

The third strike against Ye Fan was a deliberate feint with his foot, to figure out in which direction Ye Fan would dodge, then to take the opportunity to blast him.

As long as he could hit Ye Fan, Han Meng believed that with his own strength, he could blow Ye Fan's head to pieces.

"Changing tactics midway? Interesting!"

Feeling a cold breeze at the back of his head, Ye Fan grinned wickedly, swiftly turned around, and kicked at Han Meng's right foot, which was still in the air.

Bang!!!

Before all eyes, Han Meng's right foot was kicked by Ye Fan and he lost his balance, executing a perfect split in the air.

"Ow! Ow-ow!"

After landing in a full split, the fierce Han Meng's face instantly turned green. Stay tuned with My Virtual Library Empire

With no background in dance, the sudden full split tore at Han Meng's legs, making him feel as if they were about to split apart.

"Boss, are you okay?"

Seeing Han Meng land in the split, the many prisoners winced; it physically pained them just to look, let alone try it.

"You idiots, can I be okay? Why don't you try it!" Han Meng quickly got up from the ground.

Feeling a tearing sensation between his legs, Han Meng was almost moved to tears from the pain.

After scolding his underlings, Han Meng glared at Ye Fan, bursting with rage: "It's been a long time since I've felt the sensation of stabbing pain. Congratulations, you've fully ignited my killing intent. If I don't kill you today, how can I, Han Meng, continue to mix in the outside world? You're dead for sure, you're damn dead!"

Landing in a full split only intensified Han Meng's desire to kill Ye Fan.

"Three moves have passed; it's my turn to counter-attack now!"

Facing Han Meng's lock-on, Ye Fan's face was full of playful smiles.

"Counter-attack? I'll see how you counter in the face of absolute strength! You damn thing, daring to make me lose face, watch how I tear you to shreds!"

Staring at Ye Fan, Han Meng blazed with fury, enduring the pain between his legs as he clenched his fists and charged ferociously toward Ye Fan once more.

"Tear me to shreds? I wonder, do you qualify?"

Seeing Han Meng coming at him with destructive force, Ye Fan's eyes turned cold as he boldly counterattacked.