Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Is this what they call a fight?

This is clearly a bunch of thugs throwing down, look at how ferociously he's swinging that black brick.

Bang, Ye Ling smashed another brick onto the crow's head, who had completely lost consciousness, his body convulsing non-stop, his facial muscles trembling.

"Stop!" a powerful fighter yelled, lunging forward and tackling Ye Ling who was also crazily beating the crow.

Seeing this, several others quickly piled on as well, their teeth clenched in anger as they threw punch after punch at Ye Ling.

Bang, a punch hit Ye Ling square in the eye socket. Ye Ling felt the world spinning, stars bursting in his vision as his eye area quickly darkened.

"You dare to hit me? Watch as I steal the peach, monkey style!"

Ye Ling roared, one hand ferociously swinging the black brick, the other hand suddenly reaching out and then fiercely grabbing and pulling.

"Ow!"

The fighter taken by surprise by Ye Ling's move instantly bulged his eyes, letting out a loud howl, his face turning green, his teeth chattering. Ye Ling, you sinister bastard.

"Go down for me, little lord!" Ye Ling sneered as he slapped the brick down onto the head of a nearby fighter.

With a thud, the fighter went down, clutching his groin and kicking his legs in agony, a tearing, lung-bursting kind of pain.

Science has shown that the pain a woman feels during childbirth is equivalent to the pain of thirty-three bones breaking simultaneously, unbearable.

Whereas for a man, a rupture down there is a thousand times more painful than childbirth. It doesn't take much to imagine, this place is the most vulnerable part of the body, not to be touched lightly.

"You're going to die!" the fighter on the ground, grinding his teeth in pain, lunged crazily at Ye Ling.

I'm already doomed to have no descendants, what do I have to be afraid of, I'll go all out with you and then tackled Ye Ling to the ground.

And believe it or not, his reckless move flipped Ye Ling right over, and seeing this, the other fighters all rushed murderously at Ye Ling, fists and feet flying.

In this space where Spiritual Power was sealed off, the battles between these peak human fighters were almost like street gang brawls, no, even less dignified than that.

Look at that punch, it has momentum alright, but the powerful fighter throwing it is sweating profusely, obviously straining.

Ye Ling lay on the ground, his limbs twitching non-stop, his hand with the black brick slapping erratically.

It was like the cold black brick was slapping around on the face, tears mixed with blood, the colors before his eyes finally blurred, I don't freaking recognize your face anymore.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! I'm going all out with you bastards!"

Ye Ling bit down fiercely on a nearby fighter, who howled in pain and jumped up.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Then Ye Ling knocked another one down with a black brick, quickly getting to his feet. He stood there, his teeth clenched, blood flowing from his nostrils, one eye black, the other purple, blood at the corner of his mouth.

He truly looked mighty from all sides, an awesome presence indeed.

"Dare to ruin my beautiful face, if I don't wreck you lot today, I'll take your last name!"

With these words, Ye Ling advanced fiercely towards the people, with a significant momentum, though beneath him, it felt as if he was being dragged down by a mighty force.

Can't help it, the gravity was too strong. Ye Ling felt as if his internal organs were constantly being squeezed, his robust physique almost at its limit.

The fighter who "stole the peach, monkey style" from Ye Ling had already been knocked down, and so the number of fighters ganging up on Ye Ling was down to just two.

"You little bastards, grandpa is going to have some good fun with you today!" Ye Ling sneered coldly, wiped away the blood from his nose with a fierce swipe of his hand, and then walked towards the two men.

The two stepped back in some panic. The guy on the other side was unreasonably strong, having killed half of their warriors by himself, especially with that black brick in his hand—it hit like steel, scratching and knocking them down upon contact.

At that moment, a sharp scream from the Saintess not far away caught Ye Ling's attention, and anger blazed in his eyes. Damn it, that bastard dared to rip the Saintess's top.

"You damn scoundrel! Daring to bully my woman like that, I'll smash your balls to your temples!" Ye Ling roared.

"But that underwear does look really nice. Tsk tsk, those breasts, damn, I'm impressed again. And it's a Mexican Dollar, haha!" Ye Ling laughed loudly.

Then, he turned his head, his gaze sharp as a knife, staring deadly at the two men beside him, giving them a chilling smile.

"How about it, fellas, shall we start? Don't get in the way of me rescuing someone," Ye Ling chuckled.

But the other two powerhouses were infuriated. You dare look down on us, thinking you're invincible just because you've got a black brick? We've never been afraid of a fight.

"Old Black, you go first, I'll flank from the back!" a white powerhouse told his black colleague.

The black powerhouse nodded: "I can go, but my leg is cramping a bit, you go first. I'll find an opening to sneak attack him, blow up his ass, and kill the bastard."

"Damn it, my legs are cramping too. Old Black, you go. Believe it or not, we'll kill him. Just a young kid, only lived a few years, got a black brick and doesn't know who he is."

"Yeah, Old White, he thinks he can build a skyscraper with a brick. Pah, let's kill him together!"

Ye Ling's eyes widened as he watched the two men across from him clowning around, and he stood there stunned. Could these guys be any more shameless, each with top-notch acting skills?

"Enough of the crap, come at me with your life!" Ye Ling roared, fiercely wiping the blood from his nose with his sleeve, and with a bellow, charged at the two men.

The black brick in his hand whistled sharply through the air as Ye Ling took big strides, and Old Black and Old White, who had been standing there in a daze, clenched their teeth.

"Brothers in arms, with united strength, we'll break through anything!"

The two men shouted, their faces the picture of determination as they walked toward Ye Ling side by side, appearing ready to fight together to the bitter end.

Ye Ling chuckled coldly, quickening his pace, and in the blink of an eye, he was right beside the two, raising the black brick high.

"Old Black, let's go!"

The white powerhouse said fiercely, and Old Black nodded, head held high in pride. Before he could swing his fist, Ye Ling brought the black brick crashing down, toppling him to the ground.

Old Black's head spun, and as his gaze shifted, he saw the white powerhouse sneaking back into the distance.

"Old White! Damn your family's Maria! You scoundrel, how dare you betray me!"

Old Black shouted, struggling to get up, but was struck down again by Ye Ling's black brick; his eyes bulged as if they were about to explode, and his legs twitched.

"Big brother, let's join forces! Let's kill this shameless bastard. Let's talk things over, okay?" Old Black gasped desperately, reaching his limit.

After hearing this, Ye Ling bent down, chuckled, and said, "Want to talk things over? Sure, go discuss the details with the crows."

The next moment, the black brick in Old Black's vision grew larger and faster.

Thump!

The brick smashed into Old Black's face, and he passed out immediately, his breath shallow, more out than in, obviously not long for this world.

"Your turn, buddy." Ye Ling, holding the black brick, walked menacingly toward the white man.