Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God-Chapter 507: Exterminate Them All

"That guy panicked and shouted, 'Is he going to wipe us all out?'"

"Oh my God, this is terrifying. Had I known, I wouldn't have provoked him. Now we're in trouble. What are we going to do!"

Another guy hastily exclaimed with a tone filled with horror and panic; it seemed they had completely lost control by now!

The leader, watching the distance between his group and Ye Ling narrowing, cursed under his breath, then gritted his teeth, his face momentarily distorting fiercely.

"Brothers, let's fight him!" the leader roared, charging at Ye Ling first.

He knew that his group stood no chance against Ye Ling, but instead of waiting to be killed, they might as well fight desperately. After all, they were desperados, not fearing anything, especially since Ye Ling was alone!

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The leader, wielding a steel pipe, viciously swung it at Ye Ling, while the other guys, dodging Ye Ling's swings, also attacked Ye Ling with their weapons.

Ye Ling, seeing these guys fighting desperately against him, flashed a cold, fierce smile on his face. He didn't hold back, swinging his steel pipe to meet the battle head-on.

These guys were indeed weak, mere ordinary people without any skill, and were no match for Ye Ling.

Ye Ling swung his steel pipe, each strike precisely breaking the weapons in those guys' hands, and their wrists were injured by Ye Ling's strikes.

The guys winced in pain, while the leader charged madly. He was incredibly fast, swinging his steel pipe furiously at Ye Ling.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Ye Ling swung his steel pipe, blocking the leader's ferocious assault, then kicked the ground, using the recoil to leap up.

The guys, seeing their boss being dominated by Ye Ling, were furious, wishing they could tear Ye Ling into pieces themselves out of sheer hatred.

"Brothers, let's charge. Kill this guy!"

The leader roared, rushing at Ye Ling with a knife, and the rest followed, each holding a weapon, their eyes turning red.

"A mere rabble dares to provoke me?"

Seeing the guys attack, Ye Ling's lips curved into a cold smirk, then suddenly sidestepped the leader's attack and delivered a powerful roundhouse kick directly to the leader's stomach.

Splat!

The leader immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, his body doubling over, his face turning pale, clearly suffering from a severe internal injury.

The rest, seeing their leader injured, were instantly enraged, picking up their steel pipes and charging at Ye Ling.

Ye Ling swiftly lifted his palm, smashing his steel pipe harshly, breaking one guy's steel pipe.

Immediately, Ye Ling swung his steel pipe again, fiercely smashing it down on another guy, a crisp crack sounding as that guy's neck was broken by Ye Ling.

Blood spurted out, and that guy fell to the ground without even a groan, his lifeforce severed!

Seeing this scene, the other guys gasped in shock, never having anticipated that Ye Ling could be so ferocious and that they were utterly unable to resist. "All of you, come at me together!"

Ye Ling, holding a steel pipe, waved his hand at several guys, a mocking smile hanging on his lips, seemingly not taking these guys seriously at all.

Angered by this sight, the leading guy gritted his teeth, a thick murder intent flashing in his eyes, conveying that one could be killed but not humiliated.

This guy took several deep breaths and then flipped over, standing up straight, grasping his steel pipe and charging toward Ye Ling with a glint of cold light in his eyes.

The steel pipe in that leader's hand smashed viciously toward Ye Ling, aiming directly at his head.

"Seeking death!"

A cruel curve formed on Ye Ling's lips, his figure suddenly shook as he dodged the attack, and then he punched fiercely into the guy's abdomen.

With a crack, the guy's abdomen caved in, forming a big pit. His body stiffened and fell forward, then lay on the ground, twitching continuously, clearly beyond saving.

The remaining few guys were stunned as well. They had never imagined Ye Ling's striking power to be so terrifying, that a single punch could incapacitate their leader!

At that moment, they were nearly scared out of their wits, trembling all over, completely losing any will to fight. They dropped the steel pipes in their hands onto the ground, turned, and ran, fleeing from the ring that resembled hell itself.

Ye Ling watched their retreating figures, shook his head, and, ignoring these guys, turned and walked to the edge of the ring, sitting down casually—a picture of leisure.

Seeing Ye Ling's actions, the surrounding spectators were completely astonished; just a moment ago, he had the demeanor of a man-eater, and now, how had he changed to this relaxed state?

The other contestants, seeing Ye Ling's casual demeanor, revealed a hint of deep apprehension in their eyes, yet their hearts continued to beat wildly.

They also hadn't anticipated that Ye Ling's fighting ability could be so formidable, to the extent where even these several powerful experts couldn't withstand his blows, not even managing to retaliate, and had already been killed three or four times over.

Seeing those guys escape the ring, Ye Ling squatted on the ground and took deep breaths, feeling very tired without any cultivation base.

Through Ye Ling's thunderous methods, he also quenched the thoughts of many who were prepared to make a move, but somewhere in the crowd, members of the Luo Sha Kingdom's Blood Wolf Organization looked at Ye Ling's face, finding it oddly familiar.

Looking at Ye Ling sitting on the ground, a strange feeling suddenly arose in their hearts, as if they had seen Ye Ling somewhere before!

But after thinking for a long time, they couldn't remember when exactly they had seen this guy, yet the sense of familiarity grew stronger.

"Who exactly is this guy?" the few guys asked each other, puzzled.

"No matter who he really is, we must take the championship this time, and he is just cannon fodder, not worth our energy!" the leading man declared solemnly, his tone filled with pride.

Hearing his words, the other guys nodded in agreement, believing with their numbers, how could they be afraid of a young boy? Moreover, the guy was only lucky to have won.