Subduing Hei Long

Hei Long watched in disbelief as his elite fighters were systematically taken down. "This... this can't be happening," he muttered, his mind racing as he tried to figure out what to do next.

Ye Feng turned to face him, cracking his knuckles. "Now it is ,Your turn," he said with a smirk.

The club was a battlefield now, littered with bodies and broken furniture. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, blood, and burning cigarette smoke. Ye Feng stood amidst the chaos, his calm demeanor in sharp contrast to the devastation around him. Thirty of the Black Dragon gang's elite fighters lay unconscious or groaning in pain at his feet. Each one had tried and failed to take him down, and now, only one person remained standing—Hei Long, the leader of the Black Dragon gang.

Hei Long's chest heaved with frustration as he watched his men fall one by one, his gaze burning with an intensity that could melt steel. He was no fool. The young man in front of him wasn't just another thug; Ye Feng was something else entirely, but he was not able to figure it out. Someone whose abilities went beyond the realm of mere martial arts. The realization hit Hei Long hard, but there was no turning back now. He had to defeat Ye Feng, or everything he had built would crumble.

"You've killed my men, humiliated my gang, and now you think you can just walk away?" Hei Long's voice was cold, his eyes narrowing into slits. He took a step forward, his towering form imposing even in the face of defeat. "You think you're some big shot, I'll show you why I'm the one in charge, I Hai long will ensure that you are unable to walk out of here alive."

Ye Feng didn't look the least bit worried. "Oh, I'm not going anywhere, Hei Long. But I'm curious… what makes you think you're still in charge? After all, your whole crew's lying on the floor, begging for mercy."

Hei Long clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking ominously. "You're a bold one, kid. But there's a reason I'm the leader of the Black Dragon gang. I've crushed men like you under my boot before. And I'll do it again."

With a roar, Hei Long charged forward. His immense size and strength made the floor shake as he threw a powerful punch at Ye Feng's face. The air cracked with the force of his attack, but Ye Feng didn't flinch. With a swift sidestep, he dodged the blow with ease, his movements fluid and effortless. Hei Long's fist crashed into the ground, sending cracks spidering across the floor as dust billowed into the air.

Ye Feng smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Is that all? I expected more from the so-called 'ultimate leader' of the Black Dragon gang."

Fury burned in Hei Long's chest. His pride was on the line, and he was not about to let this arrogant kid mock him. He surged forward again, this time with a series of rapid strikes—a left hook, followed by an uppercut, then a spinning roundhouse kick. His moves were powerful, precise, and relentless, but Ye Feng danced around them like a ghost, effortlessly avoiding every attack.

"You're too slow, old man," Ye Feng mocked, his tone dripping with amusement. "You think you can keep up with me? I'm just getting started."

With a quick flick of his wrist, Ye Feng grabbed Hei Long's incoming fist mid-punch, twisting it violently. There was a sickening crack as Hei Long's arm was dislocated, and the giant leader let out a roar of pain, stumbling backward. Ye Feng took the opportunity to land a crushing kick to his chest, sending Hei Long sprawling onto the floor with a loud thud.

Hei Long gasped for breath, clutching his chest as pain radiated through his body. He struggled to rise, his vision blurry and his pride shattered. He had been knocked down more times than he cared to admit, but this time… this time it felt different. Ye Feng wasn't just another thug. He was a cultivator, and his strength was beyond anything Hei Long had ever encountered.

"You're not even worth the effort," Ye Feng said coolly as he stood over the fallen man. "But I'm feeling generous today. I'll give you one last chance to bow out. You're outclassed, and you know it."

Hei Long's eyes flickered with anger and humiliation. He had never been defeated like this before, not in all his years as a gang leader. He had faced countless opponents, survived bloody battles, and fought for every inch of power he had. But now, standing before Ye Feng, he realized that his time was up.

But now Ye Feng wanted to make him bow , which was like directly telling him to hand over his position of big boss. he now understood that why Ye Feng caused all this chaos , all this was set up to lure him out, as he though about this he started boiling with anger.

"You think I'll just hand over my position?" Hei Long spat, his voice strained but filled with defiance. "I've fought for this. I've bled for this. You think you can just take it from me?"

Ye Feng's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Take it from you? No, no. I don't need to take anything. I'm simply going to show you that the Black Dragon gang is mine now. Whether you like it or not."

With a fluid motion, Ye Feng raised his hand, a faint glow surrounding his fingers as he channeled his inner energy. He pressed his palm to Hei Long's chest, and the air around them seemed to vibrate with power. Hei Long's eyes widened in shock as he felt a crushing force pushing against him, his body unable to resist the overwhelming pressure.

"NO!" Hei Long shouted, but it was too late. Ye Feng's energy surged, and with a violent push, he sent the once-mighty leader crashing in the club wall.