With a soft "thud," the aggressive man who had lunged forward was sent flying backward, screaming in agony. He slammed into the wall and slid down, his face turning ashen, his eyes filled with despair.
Ye Fei's kick had shattered his dantian, destroying his internal energy. From now on, he wouldn't even be able to fight like an ordinary person, let alone a martial artist.
The other three men paled. Unlike Zhang Wenyuan, who hadn't grasped the power behind Ye Fei's kick, they understood immediately that they were facing a master. Even if the three of them attacked together, they stood no chance. As Ye Fei slowly advanced toward them, they retreated in unison, abandoning Zhang Wenyuan without a second thought.
"Senior, we admit defeat today. We'll take our leave," one of them said, trying to placate Ye Fei as he continued to approach.
Ye Fei chuckled coldly. "Admitting defeat is enough? Would you let me go if I were the one losing today?"