Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1818 - 1819: Stop Right There

Ning Tian was furious, leaping to his feet.

He swung a beer bottle, smashing it towards Yang Fei's head.

Yang Fei sat there, unmoved, the red light flashing in his eyes.

Ning Tian felt a buzzing in his head, as if hit by a large hamr.

Stars danced before his eyes, and he montarily blacked out.

In his vision, the casually smiling Yang Fei suddenly transford into a fierce tiger howling at the moon.

An endless wave of auspicious evil energy emanated from Yang Fei, invading Ning Tian's mind.

The beer bottle in Ning Tian's hand fell with a crash, shattering on the ground.

A stream of beer foam spilled out.

Everyone around stood up, each clutching short sticks, daggers, and similar weapons, charging at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei stood up languidly, looking around.

Everyone who t his gaze trembled.

A surge of inexhaustible auspicious evil energy shot from Yang Fei's eyes into the hearts of everyone there.

Tiger Ghost!

This was Extre Tiger Divine Skill, and ever since Yang Fei broke through the True Martial Realm, even True Martial Masters could suffer unprepared.

Ordinary people like these could hardly withstand the Tiger Ghost Divine Ability.

Remaining conscious was already due to Yang Fei's rcy.

In fact, Yang Fei only used ten percent of his skill power.

If he had exerted full force, these people would have either fainted or beco fools or lunatics.

The crowd stood frozen, their short sticks and daggers clattering to the ground.

The bar was silent; aside from the heavy breathing, you could hear a pin drop.

Yang Fei glanced at the crowd, poured a glass of red wine, and took a sip.

Then, he turned around and snorted coldly.

"Get out!"

The crowd, like waking from a dream, scrambled towards the door, crying out in barely contained panic.

The audacious and arrogant Ning Tian was first among them, running towards the door.

His head bumped into sothing, leaving him bruised and swollen.

Yet he remained silent, hurrying towards the exit.

As he neared the door, soone tripped him.

Ning Tian fell, but continued crawling towards the door on hands and feet.

Just then, a pair of legs appeared before him.

Ning Tian shivered all over, looking up, and saw Yang Fei calmly sipping his wine, staring down at him.

Frightened to the point of his soul shattering, Ning Tian knelt down, knocking his head on the ground.

"Su Chen, please spare , I won't dare again."

Ning Tian never expected this confused, weak student to reveal such a terrifying killing aura.

This utterly crushed his will to resist.

Yang Fei crouched down, sighed deeply.

"Why did you push ?"

He spoke, shaking his head, pulling over a chair and sitting down.

"Get up, I have sothing to say."

Ning Tian wanted to run, but Yang Fei's casual words compelled him to obey.

Submissively, he walked to Yang Fei, head bowed, hands at his sides, like a student caught misbehaving.

At that mont, a man appeared at the bar entrance.

The man wore a gray Zhongshan suit, short and burly, with a fierce expression, emanating powerful qi-blood.

Yang Fei raised his head, expressing slight surprise.

This man was evidently a martial artist; clearly, Ning Tian had made so preparations.

Indeed, upon seeing the stout man, Ning Tian was overjoyed.

He scrambled towards the man.

"Uncle Wang, you've arrived, I almost got killed by this punk."

Uncle Wang lifted Ning Tian, patting him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, young master, now that I'm here, leave everything to ."

He spoke, moving towards Yang Fei.

Ning Tian regained his arrogant deanor following him.

"Kid, get ready to witness my Uncle Wang's skills, your puny moves are nothing."

Yang Fei sized up the man in front of him, chuckling inwardly.

The man's Martial Arts Realm was around the Transforming Energy Earth Grade.

Such a person would usually be regarded as a Martial Arts Master.

But in Yang Fei's eyes, he was nothing more than a lamb for the slaughter.

Uncle Wang's Martial Arts Realm was too low to sense Yang Fei's anomaly.

In his view, Yang Fei was just a regular twenty-sothing student, face still youthful.

He secretly cursed Ning Tian for being cowardly.

Just this ordinary boy managed to scare him and all the bodyguards.

A faint arrogance appeared on Uncle Wang's face, pointing at Yang Fei.

"I don't care what conflict you have with the young master, imdiately kneel and apologize to him."

"Don't think of calling the police, they're like ants to ."

Yang Fei smiled, unaffected by Uncle Wang's murderous intent.

"Big words, but you're just a lackey for rich folks."

Uncle Wang was imdiately angry, murder flashing in his eyes.

"Who are you calling a lackey?"

Yang Fei regarded him lazily.

"As a Martial Arts Expert, forsaking right and wrong, what else are you but a lackey?"

Uncle Wang was rendered speechless, resolved to harden his heart.

"Since you're so stubborn, don't bla for being rude."

He said, grabbing Yang Fei's left arm.

He prepared to execute the ruthless Grasping Hand Technique, intending to cripple the limbs of this young man.

Yang Fei, seeing his motion, boiled with anger.

A Martial Arts expert, Yang Fei saw clearly the move's danger.

Against an ordinary person, Uncle Wang's move would surely cripple an arm.

This bully was despicable.

Yang Fei stood firm, letting Uncle Wang seize his wrist.

Uncle Wang pulled forcefully, expecting Yang Fei's arm to dislocate.

However, it felt like grasping a steel rod, unmoved.

Startled, Uncle Wang looked at Yang Fei in shock.

Yang Fei regarded him mockingly.

Uncle Wang's heart sank, realizing he faced a true master.

Unwilling to relent, he mustered all his strength to twist Yang Fei's arm at the joint.

Yet Yang Fei's arm was like iron, immovable.

Uncle Wang lifted his head, seeing Yang Fei's cold eyes.

Uncle Wang gritted his teeth, trying to twist Yang Fei's arm sideways.

But his strength vanished as if absorbed, leaving no effect.

Desperate, Uncle Wang kicked at Yang Fei's abdon.

Yang Fei hardened his dantian, making his abdon impenetrable.

Uncle Wang's kick rebounded with overwhelming force.

Like a kite cut from its string, Uncle Wang crashed into the bar's liquor cabinet.

The cabinet fell, burying him underneath.

Half his body erged, spitting blood.

Yang Fei glanced coldly at him, scoffing.

"How can a grain of light compete with the bright moon? You dare confront ?"

Saying thus, he turned away.

Ning Tian was inching towards the exit.

Yang Fei chuckled, shrugged, and lazily called out, "Stop."