VIP Volume Chapter 065 Divine Art

This bald man was much smarter than the left-handed fellow from earlier. Though both were skilled warriors, his approach was far more straightforward. He began with a double punch to the ears, both fists striking Ye Xiaoxuan at once. Then, dipping his head to evade Ye Xiaoxuan’s counterattack, he spun and brought his elbow down hard, knocking Ye Xiaoxuan flat!

“Done!” the bald man exclaimed triumphantly, glancing at his companions. At once, applause erupted. He was indeed a master—his movements crisp and efficient, without a hint of hesitation. He had learned from the left-hander’s failure, refusing to test the boy’s resilience.

But before the applause had faded, another shocking scene unfolded. Ye Xiaoxuan struggled up once more, stood before the bald man, and raised his thumb in admiration, saying, “Impressive…”

He hadn’t finished speaking when the bald man seized his right wrist, pulled back, and simultaneously swept Ye Xiaoxuan’s calf with a powerful kick. Ye Xiaoxuan was hurled through the air as if struck by a train, crashing headfirst toward the window!

With a clatter, Ye Xiaoxuan shattered the window, clutching the sill with both hands. Before he could retreat, the bald man leaped after him, driving his knee into Ye Xiaoxuan’s neck!

The shards of glass hadn’t even finished falling when the impact drove a jagged piece—nearly ten centimeters long—deep into Ye Xiaoxuan’s throat. His hands dropped limply, and he slumped motionless across the windowsill.

The bald man wiped sweat from his forehead and exhaled deeply, turning to Zhao Yanping and the others with a satisfied gesture. “Mission accomplished!”

He turned sharply, half expecting Ye Xiaoxuan to rise yet again. But after watching for some time and seeing no movement, he finally relaxed, grabbing Ye Xiaoxuan’s shoulder to pull him down. Suddenly, a flash of cold steel streaked above, and a searing pain tore through the left side of his forehead.

Ye Xiaoxuan held a piece of broken glass, roughly palm-sized, its edge dripping with blood. On the ground lay an oval-shaped chunk of flesh.

The bald man found it eerily familiar, stooping to pick it up, only to feel a wave of dizziness. Ye Xiaoxuan, furious, jabbed the glass at his chest, ranting, “I curse your wife! You really are ruthless! You tried to kill me for real! Since you wanted my life so badly, here’s a lesson: I’ll feed your ear to my dog!”

The bald man staggered back two steps, his chest blooming with crimson marks. Only then did he realize—the thing on the floor was his own ear!

It was at this moment that the pain crashed over him. He howled in agony, clutching his head and collapsing to the ground.

Ye Xiaoxuan tossed aside the bloody glass, his hands still dripping. With swaggering bravado, he swept his finger around the room, challenging, “Next! Who’s coming?”

“I am!” At some point, Zhao Yanping had approached, a TT30 pistol in hand, the barrel pressed to Ye Xiaoxuan’s forehead.

Cold sweat broke out on Ye Xiaoxuan’s brow. The Dragon Seal armor could block shovels and blades, but never bullets. If the trigger was pulled, his fate would be decided in an instant.

A wild gleam shone in Zhao Yanping’s eyes as he gritted his teeth and said, “What are you, anyway? Just some useless street punk, an ignorant country bumpkin—how dare you try to be friends with Yu’er? Crushing you is no different than squashing an ant! I’ve killed dozens already; why would one more matter?”

Ye Xiaoxuan’s heart stirred. At last, this young man had confessed—the massacre at Daxian Lake had been his doing.

Zhao Yanping sneered, “Since you’re a toad lusting after swan’s meat, you can keep dreaming! I’ll grant your wish!” With that, he pulled the trigger.

Bang! The gunshot rang out. Almost everyone saw Ye Xiaoxuan’s eyes flash red, his right hand moving in a blur, fist held before his forehead.

All stared, dumbfounded. The crimson light faded from Ye Xiaoxuan’s eyes, and he shook his head at Zhao Yanping, sighing, “I only came to find my girlfriend. Why do you all want my life? My fate is right here—take it if you dare!”

Ye Xiaoxuan slowly extended his right arm toward Zhao Yanping, unclenching his fist to reveal an orange bullet resting in his palm, which dropped at Zhao Yanping’s feet.

This pistol was the ancestor of all Central Nation handguns, the most powerful model, capable of piercing 5mm steel plate at thirty meters. But now, this street punk—who wasn’t even a martial artist—had caught its bullet with his bare hand!

With a thud, Zhao Yanping collapsed in terror, unable to withstand his own fear. The others gaped at Ye Xiaoxuan, their eyes filled with awe as if a god stood before them.

“Stop!” A voice cried out from the doorway, heavy with grief. Wen Xiaoyu, eyes brimming with tears, clung to the doorframe, gazing in anguish at Ye Xiaoxuan, who was surrounded by the crowd.

Beside her, Hua Linglu’s face was dark with anger. She turned to the recovering Zhao Yanping and shouted, “Captain Zhao, what do you mean by this? You promised not to harm the villagers of Reed Village and not to touch Ye Xiaoxuan. That’s why I let Yu’er stay!”

Ye Xiaoxuan, battered and disheveled, his clothes torn and stained with blood, stood amid broken table legs and shattered glass—a scene of battle.

Wen Xiaoyu ran to him, shoving aside the henchmen and shouting, “Get out of my way!” She ignored Ye Xiaoxuan’s filthy state, sobbing as she embraced him tightly, cursing the crowd, “You butchers! Animals!”

Zhao Yanping, consumed by jealousy, broke free from his companions, pointing at Ye Xiaoxuan and yelling, “Yu’er, are you bewitched by him? What could you possibly see in such a loser?!”

Wen Xiaoyu, cheeks streaming with tears, clung fiercely to Ye Xiaoxuan. “I love everything about him! Whether he can read or fight, he is my beloved! A thousand Zhao Yanpings aren’t worth half of Ye Xiaoxuan!”

Zhao Yanping’s face turned livid. He raised his hand, cursing, “Damn you—” Hua Linglu moved swiftly, grabbing Zhao Yanping’s right hand and glaring coldly. “If you dare lay a finger on Yu’er, don’t blame me for turning against you!”

Zhao Yanping, blinded by jealousy, retreated to the bed, shouting to his henchmen, “Kill them all! Leave no one alive!”

“Don’t move! Not a single step!” Ye Xiaoxuan narrowed his eyes, his voice lazy yet chilling to the bone. “Anyone who touches my woman—I’ll cut off their hand!”