"Bang!"
In an instant, Ye Feng's right palm caught the fierce, dark, and burly man's punch, emitting a dull thud.
But at this very moment, Ye Feng's expression changed slightly, as he felt an intense heat suddenly surge from his palm, which had just intercepted the fierce, dark, and burly man's fist...
"Bang bang bang!"
In the next second, a series of dense yet subtle explosions sounded, and a string of flashing fiery lights appeared on Ye Feng's arm...
"Buzz! Bang!"
"Pfft!"
At this moment, Chen Jindong pushed his hands towards the fierce, dark, and burly man, causing the space to ripple and form a semi-transparent barrier, which instantly sent the fierce, dark, and burly man spitting blood and flying backward. Read novels.
"Mr. Ye, you... you might have to chop off your arm!"
Chen Jindong ignored the flying fierce, dark, and burly man and looked at Ye Feng with a worried expression.
As he spoke, he produced a gleaming, extremely sharp cleaver.
"Chop off my arm? What is it?"
Ye Feng hastily withdrew his arm, looking at Chen Jindong with great caution.
"Mr. Ye, that old scoundrel injected himself with some kind of strengthening serum. He's basically a bomb-man. Anything, people, or animals he touches will turn into bombs and explode. This explosion will spread like a virus..."
"The dense firelight on your arm just now was your body forming tiny bombs that began to detonate..."
"Mr. Ye, you need to make a decision quickly. If you're late, it won't just be an arm!"
Chen Jindong explained to Ye Feng anxiously.
"Hmm? That burning sensation in my palm just now..."
Ye Feng frowned slightly and used his left hand to pat the black ash on his right palm and arm.
"Mr. Ye, no... it's contagious..."
Chen Jindong's surprised voice stopped abruptly.
Because he found that Ye Feng's right arm had not turned into shredded meat as he had expected. Beneath the black ash was bronze skin...
"Mr. Ye... this..."
Chen Jindong looked astonished.
"Old scoundrel, huh..."
Ye Feng looked at the building ruins where the old scoundrel had crashed, frowning slightly, "The 'bomb' effect of that guy should be through contact with a part of his own body to 'infect' and detonate..."
"His hand did touch me just now, and he successfully detonated the bodily tissues he left behind, but he didn't infect me!"
Ye Feng connected the dots and analyzed.
"This... is truly miraculous... that old scoundrel can even shatter nuclear bomb-proof doors..."
Chen Jindong muttered, looking extremely surprised, even reaching out to touch Ye Feng's arm.
Ye Feng didn't explain. By now, his physical fitness had surpassed ordinary people's understanding...
"Speaking of which, Ajin... what was that move you just used?"
Immediately, Ye Feng turned his head and looked at Chen Jindong in surprise. "You've mastered spatial power?"
"Spatial power? What's that?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Jindong blinked, looking confused, clearly unaware of what Ye Feng was referring to.
"Uh! Pfft!"
Just as Ye Feng was about to explain, Chen Jindong suddenly let out a pained groan and then spat out a mouthful of blood.
Chen Jindong slumped down, clutching his chest, his expression contorted in pain.
"It's finally done!"
Almost simultaneously, a chilling voice emanated from the building ruins where the old scoundrel had crashed.
"Bang bang! Crack! Clang!"
"Hoo! Hoo! Crash!"
Following that, the building ruins collapsed and caved in. Amidst dense, bright firelight, the building ruins turned into countless fragments and scattered with the wind...
Then, a sturdy, dark, and ferocious strongman appeared in Ye Feng's vision, it was the dark old scoundrel that Chen Jindong had mentioned...
"Chen Jindong, Chen Jindong... how does it feel to have an explosion directly on your heart..."
The old scoundrel grinned, the flesh on his face twitching.
"Pfft!"
As soon as the old scoundrel finished speaking, Chen Jindong spat out another mouthful of blood, curling up like a shrimp, his face as pale as paper.
"An explosion directly on the heart?"
Ye Feng frowned slightly, "Chen Jindong didn't come into contact with the old scoundrel just now... Could it be that the blood mist spat out by that guy when he was hit by Chen Jindong's spatial barrier..."
"Mr. Ye... quickly... run..."
"Crack crack crack!"
Chen Jindong made hoarse sounds in his throat, and at the same time, a layer of red armor quickly appeared on his body, looking somewhat like a burned red crab.
"It's useless, Chen Jindong. Although your red shell can resist my explosions like a gecko shedding its limb... you've already inhaled my blood..."
"Now the bombs I've planted have penetrated your vital organs... as long as I have a thought..."
The old scoundrel snapped his fingers, and Chen Jindong instantly groaned and twisted, clutching his stomach.
"It's as I suspected!"
Hearing the old scoundrel's words, Ye Feng immediately understood that his previous guess was correct.
"Chen Jindong, if you know what's good for you, hand over the ancient inscription and the strengthening serum, and I'll give you a quick death! Otherwise, not only will I torture you, but I'll also go after your wife... *slap*..."
The old scoundrel's words were cut short by a crisp slap, delivered by Ye Feng.
The force of Ye Feng's slap was tremendous, causing the old scoundrel's face to contort. He spun around on the spot, unable to even let out a scream...
Ye Feng ignored the stunned old scoundrel and crouched down, his true energy glowing. He placed his hand on Chen Jindong to sense his condition.
"Ajin, don't move. I'm going to remove the 'bombs' from your body!"
After a moment, Ye Feng spoke to Chen Jindong.
As soon as the words fell, Ye Feng's hand flashed with light and instantly penetrated Chen Jindong's body.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
Within a few breaths, several bursts of blood bloomed on Chen Jindong's body – Ye Feng had used his true energy to cut away the infected tissues within Chen Jindong...
"Xiao Xiao, burn it with fire!"
Saying this, Ye Feng, wrapping the small clumps of bloody matter in his true energy, sent them towards Xiao Xiao nearby.
"Hoo! Boom! Crackle!"
Xiao Xiao immediately unleashed a stream of fire, instantly incinerating the bloody matter.
"Ajin, don't move. I just made many tiny incisions on your body..."
Ye Feng turned his head and saw Chen Jindong trying to get up from the ground, so he called out a reminder.
"It's okay, I recover quickly, as long as there are no bombs from the old scoundrel inside me..."
Chen Jindong's complexion had recovered considerably. As he stood up, there were indeed many wounds on his body oozing blood, but it quickly coagulated...
"Hey, where do you think you're going!"
Before Ye Feng could finish speaking, he flashed and kicked the sneaking old scoundrel who was trying to escape back.
"Bang! Crack! Ah!"
The old scoundrel cried out and rolled on the ground, his face filled with disbelief. "Wh... why... my... why aren't my bombs working..."
"Li... little brat... you dare to ruin my plan, do you know who I am?"
Seeing Ye Feng approaching him, the old scoundrel yelled in panic, "Let me tell you, I'm from the Dark Holy Cult!"
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