Urban Martial Saint

Ye Qing swung this person around as if he were a weapon, sweeping through the crowd, unstoppable. Anyone struck by this human weapon either suffered bone-crushing injuries or bled profusely from head wounds, the crowd witnessed for the first time how deadly a human weapon could be.

And that unlucky person whom Ye Qing used as a weapon had it even worse. While others sustained injuries when struck, he was no better off. After colliding with so many, his body was fractured in multiple places, and he no longer even had the strength to scream.

After swinging for a while, Ye Qing casually tossed him aside. After all, carrying a person was quite heavy, and even with his enormous strength, such action was quite exhausting.

Seeing Ye Qing throw that person, those who had scattered fled only to circle back immediately, hoping to take advantage of the situation to tackle Ye Qing. Most of them armed themselves with daggers, but facing the bare-handed, solitary Ye Qing, they still shivered with fear.

"Go, go! He's out of energy!"

"We have so many people, we don't need to be afraid of him!"

"All together now! All together!"

The crowd shoved each other, yet no one dared to lead the charge, simply surrounding Ye Qing in the middle.

Suddenly, one person, not knowing who had pushed him, rushed at Ye Qing's side with a dagger. Seeing the situation, he couldn't retreat in time, so he gritted his teeth, gripped the dagger tightly, and stabbed towards Ye Qing's waist.

Ye Qing turned and kicked him in the chest. The man immediately flew backwards, hit the ground, and spat out blood.

But at that moment, another twenty or so people charged at him. All they needed was a chance, and Ye Qing turning around provided the perfect opportunity.

However, for Ye Qing, turning around was just a moment's effort. Kicking the youth to the ground, he immediately steadied himself. Facing the twenty-odd assailants rushing at him, he unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, quickly knocking several more to the ground.

On the periphery of the crowd, Yang Wei was so terrified that his soul nearly left his body, no longer daring to act arrogantly. He quietly attempted to sneak out.

Ye Qing kept his eyes on him, and seeing him trying to flee, he bellowed loudly and strode after him.

Just as the two men in front of Ye Qing saw him charging fiercely towards them, they shivered all over and hurriedly stepped aside. Ye Qing ignored them, and chased out of the bar, catching up to Yang Wei in just a few steps.

Realizing he couldn't escape, Yang Wei hurriedly kneeled and begged for mercy, "Big brother... big brother, I was wrong, please spare me... "

"You're beyond saving!" Ye Qing shook his head fiercely, raised his foot, and kicked Yang Wei in the chin.

Yang Wei was kicked so hard that he did a midair roll before crashing to the ground, his face covered in blood, and half of his teeth knocked out. He staggered back a few steps, stuttering as he tried to beg for mercy, but his speech was unclear because of his missing teeth.

Just then, several more people charged out from behind, attempting to ambush Ye Qing.

Facing their relentless assault, Ye Qing roared in anger, turned around, and charged into the crowd, clashing with the group.

These spoiled young masters numbered around fifty or sixty, but Ye Qing diving into the crowd was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, nobody could withstand a second strike from him. Even though he was surrounded by fifty or sixty people, the scene was dominated by Ye Qing!

These young masters might be adequate in group fights, but when had they ever seen a Special Forces veteran who had been battle-hardened and killed many in war?

It can be said that a Special Forces veteran who had survived through blood and storms would not be on the defensive in such situations.

Ye Qing alone could take on three top-level trained Special Forces soldiers. In this situation, he had complete control. Whoever he struck, inevitably went down, unable to get back up or rejoin the fight!

In ten minutes, thirty to forty people were already down on the ground, their screams piercing the air, unable to rise again.

And Ye Qing was also bathed in blood, but beyond a cut on his arm, he had no other injuries. The blood on him was all from those he fought!

The remaining few dozens of people no longer dared to approach, retreating far away, watching Ye Qing as if he were the god of death. Only then did they realize that even with their hundreds together, they were no match for the fearsome opponent!

In the bar, Li Lianshan, Scarface Yang, and others were stunned. One man fighting hundreds and winning, how was that even possible?

How could they have imagined that one person fighting against a hundred could still dominate the scene?

Keep in mind, so many people rushing him at once should have been enough to pin Ye Qing down for good. Yet, why did the hundreds end up defeated instead?

"Damn, this guy is too fierce!" Scarred Yang couldn't help but exclaim.

Li Lianshan furrowed his brow and said softly, "It's mainly about the momentum; these spoiled brats have been scared off by him and don't dare to surround him anymore. If he had encountered a group of desperados instead, even thirty or forty of them would have been enough to take him down!"

Li Lianshan was right; it's all about the mentality. Veterans who are killing machines from the battlefield and ordinary spoiled heirs are entirely two extremes.

These spoiled heirs can bully the few with their numbers, or use their power to oppress others, but they've never been through the baptism of life and death, lacking that desperate spirit. However, if it were a group of desperados, even if it meant being killed by Ye Qing one by one, charging at him and pinning him down, Ye Qing definitely wouldn't have been able to control the situation.

In his years in the Special Forces along the border, there weren't a hundred but at least eighty desperados who died at Ye Qing's hands. Coming out of the hail of bullets, he was like the mightiest tiger, possessing the strongest claws and the richest hunting experience.

He knew where the weakest spots on a human body were, how to incapacitate these people, and also how to avoid being surrounded by them.

But these people? Though they've fought before, have they ever seen someone die? Have they experienced a hail of bullets? Have they felt what it's like to have blood splattered all over them? Without these experiences, even if their skills are not bad, they are just sheep. They don't know how to defend, they don't know how to attack.

Even with superior numbers, they still don't know how to use their advantage, instead being led by Ye Qing, completely controlled by him.

A mightiest tiger charging into a flock of sheep. It doesn't matter if there are one hundred or one thousand sheep in that pen; a tiger remains a tiger, what can sheep do to it!

Ye Qing, bloodied all over, looked somewhat ferocious. His gaze was as sharp as blades, he swept it over the people in the distance and roared, "Come on! Come on!"

The crowd shivered with fear, none daring to advance at that moment!

Just as everyone was shrinking back, suddenly, a roar of motorbikes erupted from outside. The crowd turned to look and saw about a dozen bikes speeding towards them. They didn't slow down as they approached the bar but charged directly inside.

The crowd hadn't expected the vehicles to do this; those near the entrance were the first to bear the brunt, knocked down and severely injured by the bikes, which did not slow down but instead sped up towards Ye Qing.

"Damn, these animals are using this method again!" Scarred Yang cursed furiously, not daring to stay in the bar any longer, hurriedly pulling Li Lianshan with him as they dashed out of the bar.

He saw clearly, the person in the foremost vehicle was Yang Wei, and Yang Wei was planning to use the same method he had used against Black Bear on Ye Qing. Ye Qing might be good at fighting, but no matter how skilled, can he fight against a car?

Faced with the menacing dozen vehicles, Ye Qing didn't dare to be careless. He hurriedly ran to Black Bear and dragged him out of the bar.

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The dozen vehicles closely chased behind, but the bar was too crowded, many people were knocked to the ground. Ye Qing and Black Bear ran out, and though the dozen vehicles hadn't managed to follow them out, many spoiled heirs were knocked down, wailing for their parents. The girls who came to catch rich husbands were knocked down even more, turning the bar scene into something akin to Shura Hell.

Ye Qing furrowed his brow; this group of spoiled heirs were truly heartless. The dozen vehicles that charged had killed at least ten people. In fact, there were more people killed by the vehicles tonight than those Ye Qing had killed!

Ye Qing didn't dare to linger, helping Black Bear, they hurried to the side. If those cars rushed out, his flesh and blood would not stand a chance against them.

Yet, he hadn't run far when a sudden loud explosion came from behind in the bar. A huge blast wave sent both Ye Qing and Black Bear flying and sliding far before they stopped.

Ye Qing was shocked, he hurriedly turned to look, and another explosion resounded from the bar. The entire rooftop of the bar was blown off, the immense force of the blast shaking the ground. Those who had just run out from the bar were also thrown far, while inside the bar turned into a sea of fire, filled with pained cries.

Ye Qing got up, wanting to turn back and help. But then, a third explosion resounded, followed closely by a fourth, the echoes of explosions relentless and impossible to stop. The massive force kept Ye Qing from standing firm; all he could do was lay on the ground, not daring to move recklessly. With such an explosive force, anyone daring to approach the bar was sure to die.

But what exactly caused these explosions?

Ye Qing looked around and suddenly saw a medium-built man standing behind a traffic circle in the distance. This man had met Ye Qing once before; it was the same man Ye Qing had seen last time in the square and the one who had bombed Old Five Chen and his nephew to death.

Seeing this man, Ye Qing's expression changed; he had been looking for this person. Unexpectedly, he encountered him again tonight. Needless to say, these bombings were definitely his handiwork.

From Ye Qing's perspective, what this man did gave him a feeling of exhilarating satisfaction. However, in Ye Qing's heart, this was also a dangerous person. Who knew where he might place bombs next?

Ye Qing wanted to get up and chase the man, but the constant severe explosions kept coming, making him dare not move recklessly. The man seemed to have also seen Ye Qing; he smiled at him from afar, turned over the roadside barrier, and walked into the dark forest.

At that moment, the explosion in the bar reached its peak, the entire bar had been blown into ruins.