Urban Hardened All-area System

The sound of air being torn suddenly rang in Ye Hong's ears.    

An empty sleeve brought along a strong wind as it whipped towards Ye Hong's face.    

Looking at the sleeve that was at a tricky angle, Ye Hong was immediately annoyed.    

One of his hands was still holding onto Lei Peng tightly, while the other was gently patting on the sleeve.    

Slap!    

The sleeve suddenly broke from the middle and fell to the ground in several pieces.    

The old man with one arm, the old man whom Lei Peng called Old Zhuang, looked at this scene in astonishment.    

He wanted to teach Ye Hong a lesson just now, but before he could react to what had happened, his attack was broken.    

"Old man, do you know how to slap people's faces?"    

Ye Hong rolled his eyes at Elder Zhuang, then turned back to look at Lei Peng, who was sweating in pain.    

He exerted more strength in his hands and sighed slightly. "Ling kindly reminded you, why didn't you listen to her advice? En?"    

"Ahhhhh!"    

Lei Peng was in so much pain that he fell to his knees. He kept begging for mercy. "I'll listen! I'll listen! I beg you, hurry up and let go!"    

Hmph! You really need to be dealt with."    

Ye Hong returned the words that Lei Peng had mocked the owner of the carriage to him.    

He let go of the carriage and ran back to Elder Zhuang.    

When the owner of the small carriage saw Lei Peng's miserable state, he immediately smiled happily and looked at Ye Hong gratefully.    

The other tourists also felt relieved when they saw Lei Peng's miserable state.    

However, due to Lei Peng's power and influence, they still did not speak.    

On the other side, Lei Peng, who had returned to Elder Zhuang's side, angrily pushed away the twins who came forward to ask for warmth. He pointed at Ye Hong and said, "Elder Zhuang! Beat him up! Beat him up!    

No! Twist his hand off for me!"    

His tone was almost distorted, but it was filled with anger and grievance.    

Ye Hong was so angry when he heard that. If he had known earlier, he would not have let this kid go.    

Elder Zhuang narrowed his eyes and looked at Ye Hong, but he could not see the depth of Ye Hong's strength even if he looked from left to right.    

Hence, he could only treat the defeat just now as an accident.    

"I am the descendant of the Dragon Gate Fist, Zhuang Ge. Junior, quickly announce your name!"    

The one-armed old man, Zhuang Ge, had a cold expression on his face. He looked at Ye Hong with a proud look in his eyes.    

"What Dragon Gate Tiger Gate? I have never heard of it!"    

Ye Hong first sneered, then said coldly. "I hate people like you who claim a lot of names.    

How can you not follow the rules when you give your names?    

Can you do whatever you want just because you give your names?    

"Do you believe that I'll sign up for a long title that will make you cry?"    

Ye Hong's words were not fake at all. His long list of names was enough to drown Zhuang Ge.    

However, in Zhuang Ge's opinion, Ye Hong was just toying with him.    

"A sharp-tongued yellow-haired kid. Let me teach you how to respect your elders!"    

Zhuang Ge snorted coldly. His intact left hand suddenly clenched into a fist, and he struck fiercely at Ye Hong.    

The fist looked soft, but it caused the air to make a whimpering sound.    

Hardness was hidden in the sponges, and there was strength in the softness. This was the essence of the Dragon Gate Fist!    

The force of the fist made Yao Ling, who was also in this range, turn pale.    

The tourists who were still queuing up were also shocked and quickly ran away from this area.    

But in Ye Hong's eyes, this powerful fist technique was as ridiculous as a baby rushing over with his fist raised.    

After all, Zhuang Ge was only Ancient Fighters, and Ye Hong was already a Ancient Qi Fighter!    

The gap between the two was destined to be a battle that was about to end at the beginning.