Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 325 - 326: Forgive My Bluntness (First Update)

Yang Fei lit another cigarette, facing the gaze of those around him.

He said indifferently, "Hello everyone."

His neither servile nor overbearing attitude made the elder slightly nod his head.

"Sir, thank you for saving my daughter,"

Lady Feijin interjected from the side.

"Benefactor, this is my father, Li Zhuguo."

"He's Huaxia people, my mother is a local indigenous person."

Yang Fei nodded.

He said indifferently, "Everything Lady Feijin said is true."

"Forgive my bluntness, but when it cos to sniping and close combat, everyone present is trash,"

As soon as Yang Fei uttered these words, he imdiately enraged almost everyone.

"What did this bastard say? Who the hell is trash?"

"Damn, this Pretty Boy is really arrogant. I want to teach him a lesson,"

"Big words for soone with little ability; where did this Pretty Boy co from, completely oblivious to the ways of the world!"

"Kill him!"

...

Lady Feijin had not expected that with just a few words, Yang Fei would offend almost everyone.

However, the arrogance revealed by this man made her heart quiver.

Amidst the clamoring, several tough guys in the crowd, fierce as wolves,

all drew their Military Spikes and Daggers, and lunged at Yang Fei.

anwhile, in the distance, five or six individuals quickly retreated to about three or four hundred ters away.

These people took the rifles off their backs, the dark muzzles aiming at Yang Fei.

The Iron-Blooded Bravado warriors, since their establishnt, had been steeped in bloodshed with rcenaries and arms dealers.

Each of these people was a ruthless killer; how could they allow Yang Fei to insult them like this?

This insult could only be cleansed with fresh blood.

Lady Feijin urgently blocked in front of Yang Fei, "Everyone listen to ..."

"Get out of the way!"

Yang Kai bellowed.

Even with an injured shoulder, he was the first to brandish the Triangular Military Spike, charging at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei chuckled, his figure swaying as he sidestepped Lady Feijin.

He moved in a zigzag pattern, now to the left, now to the right.

The distant marksn couldn't aim at him at all.

And at that mont, Yang Kai had already rushed up to Yang Fei.

Yang Fei quickly took off his jacket, wrapping it around his fists.

Yang Kai's Triangular Military Spike, like a venomous snake, thrust lightning-fast towards Yang Fei's heart.

Clang!

Yang Fei threw a punch that, like a massive hamr, struck Yang Kai's Triangular Military Spike.

With the force of that punch, the Spike was bent into a curve and flew out of Yang Kai's hand.

Yang Kai grunted, his left arm's bones fractured, his body staggering backward.

He felt half of his body go numb, losing all sensation.

It was as if his chest had been struck by a teor Hamr, leaving him breathless, seeing stars.

Yang Kai stumbled back more than a dozen steps before he could finally steady himself.

He vomited a large mouthful of fresh blood with a "Wa" sound.

At that ti, more than a dozen n behind Yang Kai, all ard with Daggers and Military Spikes.

They surrounded Yang Fei, weapons raised in unison.

Using these n as cover, Yang Fei suddenly dropped low.

He executed a three hundred sixty-degree Sweeping Hall Leg, and seven or eight big n imdiately fell to the ground.

Two of the unlucky ones had their leg bones snap on the spot.

And that wasn't the end of it; before their bodies hit the ground,

Yang Fei perford a Thomas spin, sending everyone's bodies flying high into the air.

They were like straw being tossed about by Yang Fei, scattering all across the field.

From the mont Yang Fei sent Yang Kai flying to when he dealt with the seven or eight close-quarters combatants, no more than five seconds had passed.

The entire sequence was as fast as lightning, as explosive as a thunderstrike.

The elite Iron-Blooded Bravado warriors didn't even have an opportunity to counter in front of Yang Fei.

They were as feeble as newborn infants.

And yet, this was not the end.

Just after Yang Fei had dealt with a group of warriors engaged in close-quarters combat, Yang Kai commanded loudly.

"Fire, kill him."

His arm was broken, and even his internal organs had suffered severe damage, yet he remained ferociously vicious.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Five or six gunn began to fire wildly.

In fact, it wasn't that the gunn weren't firing.

It was just that Yang Fei was too fast.

These ordinary gunn simply couldn't capture his figure.

Yang Fei rolled over, casually taking a pistol from the waist of a big man on the ground.

As bullets whizzed chaotically through the air, Yang Fei's ghost-like figure appeared at the eleven o'clock direction.

He flipped over, knelt on one knee, and fired all six bullets from the pistol in one go.

Bang!

The six consecutive gunshots rged into a single sound.

This was because Yang Fei's firing was so fast that the six gunshots overlapped.

After that slightly elongated gunshot, the entire courtyard fell into utter silence.

Each of the six gunn had a bullet hole through the back of their left hand, a new bloody cavity.

The gunn were in various shooting positions: so standing, so lying down, so in a half-crouch—each posture bizarre in its own way.

No matter their stance, every single one of them had, without exception, a new bullet hole in the back of their left hand.

No one could fire their gun anymore.

Such precise shooting, such incredible gunplay,

shook everyone's spirit enormously.

So, this was another way to play with guns!

And so, close-quarters combat could be this ferocious.

This was no longer just plain shooting in close combat.

It was simply an art of killing, brimming with the aesthetic beauty of violent elegance.

Lady Feijin stared blankly at Yang Fei, her eyes filled with infatuation.

This was a true master.

In front of such a master,

what else could these so-called elite experts of the Iron-Blooded Frenzy Dance be, but trash?

Even she, the Iron-Blooded Bravado, compared to him, was also trash!

Yang Kai also fell into a trendous fright.

He had never imagined that this pretty boy Lady Feijin brought back could be so terrifying.

In the astonished gaze of all, Yang Fei leisurely put on his clothes.

He looked around, his gaze indifferent yet filled with an unparalleled might.

"Well, does anyone still have sothing to say about my statent?"

Yang Fei was not an arrogant person.

Although he liked to show off, he didn't have the habit of insulting others right off the bat.

But he knew.

In front of these arms dealers who wandered through blood and fire,

explanations and reasons, even begging and kneeling, were useless.

There was only one way to reason with these people:

That was with fists and bullets.

It was the most direct and effective thod to gain respect and trust.

All the people, facing this monster, were unable to speak a word.

They were all adept at handling guns, and when it ca to close-range sniping, they were experts.

However, Yang Fei's accurate and efficient close-quarters combat skills, along with his miraculous shooting,

left all of them unable to say another word.

Yang Fei proudly sneered, "The world is vast, and there are many capable people.

"What makes you think that what you cannot do, others cannot do either?"

With that, he leapt up, delivering a whip kick that heavily struck a stone column, used for tying horses, in the center of the courtyard.

The column, as if blasted by explosives, roared as it broke in half and toppled over.

Broken stones flew and scattered everywhere.

In the stunned eyes of the onlookers,

Yang Fei said coldly, "Can you do that?"

Once again, the courtyard fell into a silence as grave as death.