Unrivaled Soldier in the City

Chapter 591 The Monarch Comes into the World

Even the composed Ye Wen’s expression turned ugly at Lin Kuang’s words. They were a blatant insult. However, Lin Kuang had his reasons. He had just subdued the San Ye Sect. While they were respectful on the surface, it was inevitable they harbored other thoughts in secret. Lin Kuang’s actions were meant to demonstrate his formidable Martial Power and let them know his true strength. For now, under the suppression of this overwhelming power, they wouldn’t dare to betray him. As for the future, he would deal with it when it came.

"Lin Kuang, you’re far too arrogant! I alone am enough to deal with you!" Ye Wen burst out, unable to contain himself. His eyes were brimming with unconcealed killing intent.

Upon hearing this, Lin Kuang simply smiled. "Is that so? I don’t think you’re a match for me by yourself."

"Hmph! We’ll see about that after we fight!" Ye Wen retorted, his face twisted with displeasure.

"Fine. Make your move. I’ll crush any hope you have," Lin Kuang said with a smirk.

"Hmph! The outcome is still uncertain!" Ye Wen sneered, thoroughly enraged by Lin Kuang’s words.

In response, Lin Kuang said nothing, simply standing there calmly as he awaited Ye Wen’s attack.

Seeing this, Ye Wen took a deep breath, forcibly calming his seething emotions before fixing his gaze on Lin Kuang. In the next moment, his power surged, and he charged at Lin Kuang, throwing a punch!

Lin Kuang smiled faintly. Ye Wen was indeed significantly stronger than Ye Wu, but he posed no threat. Their combat capabilities were simply not on the same level. With that thought, Lin Kuang activated the Injury Gate, and his already formidable strength surged once more.

"I told you, you’re no match for me," Lin Kuang stated with absolute calm. He raised his hand, palm open, and effortlessly blocked Ye Wen’s powerful punch. Lin Kuang’s body didn’t budge an inch, his feet planted firmly on the ground.

Ye Wen’s face, however, flushed red, his eyes filled with indescribable shock and a suffocating frustration. Yes, he was frustrated. He had thought he could defeat Lin Kuang, or at the very least be evenly matched. But he had been naive; Lin Kuang’s strength was far greater than he had ever imagined.

Still, Ye Wen found it hard to accept, refusing to believe the gap between them was so vast. He attacked again, aiming a kick at Lin Kuang’s abdomen.

Lin Kuang remained unperturbed. His right leg shot up in a vicious knee strike that slammed into the sole of Ye Wen’s foot.

BANG!

Half of Ye Wen’s body went numb. The force of the blow sent him stumbling back six or seven meters before he could regain his footing. His expression had become extremely ugly. At that moment, he finally believed it: Lin Kuang was stronger than him, and not just by a little.

The onlookers were all stunned by the scene, especially the members of the San Ye Sect. They looked at Lin Kuang with fervent eyes. This was their new boss, and this was his power!

Ye Wu’s expression was just as grim. He knew his older brother was much stronger than he was, yet his brother was utterly powerless against Lin Kuang. The realization was completely staggering.

Gritting his teeth, Ye Wen prepared to attack again. But just as he was about to move, one of the four men he had brought with him, a middle-aged man, suddenly spoke. "That’s enough, Ye Wen. You are not his match."

Ye Wen froze, but instead of charging forward, he turned and bowed respectfully to the speaker. "Yes, Third Uncle."

The speaker was a man in his forties. He was no servant, but Ye Wen and Ye Wu’s third uncle, Ye Huiquan.

Looking at Ye Huiquan, Lin Kuang sneered inwardly. Finally decided to show yourself? With his formidable Perception, Lin Kuang had sensed Ye Huiquan’s strength long ago but had chosen not to say anything. Now, it seemed Ye Huiquan could no longer restrain himself.

"Lin Kuang, your strength is truly formidable. You are undoubtedly one of the top experts among the younger generation. I am deeply impressed," Ye Huiquan said, his expression calm.

"I suppose," Lin Kuang replied indifferently, accepting the compliment without a hint of modesty.

Hearing this, Ye Huiquan was momentarily stunned, clearly not expecting Lin Kuang to so readily accept his praise.

"Lin Kuang, our Ye Family is willing to drop the matter of you killing He Dong and He Qiang. However, we have one condition. If you agree, we can consider the matter settled," Ye Huiquan stated, his face impassive.

Lin Kuang smiled faintly. "What condition?"

"Hand over Nameless!" Ye Huiquan said again, his gaze turning razor-sharp.

The only reason Ye Huiquan had come was for Nameless. Otherwise, a minor San Ye Sect in the secular world would never have been worth his personal attention.

Lin Kuang laughed. He had known this would be the condition. And would he agree? The answer, of course, was no.

"I’m sorry, Mr. Ye, but I’m afraid I cannot agree to your condition," Lin Kuang said calmly, his hands clasped behind his back.

"So, for the sake of Nameless, you would rather go to war with our Ye Family?" Ye Huiquan took a step forward, his aura becoming oppressive. His sharp eyes glittered, ready to strike at any moment.

Seeing this, Lin Kuang smiled and took a step forward himself. A terrifying Killing Intent erupted from within him, instantly enveloping Ye Huiquan.

The next moment, Lin Kuang sneered, "And what if it means war?!"

His domineering voice echoed. In that moment, Lin Kuang seemed like a monarch of Hell manifested on earth, projecting an incredibly fearsome presence.

Ye Huiquan bore the full brunt of it. The instant the terrifying Killing Intent washed over him, his expression turned grim. The pressure was dreadful. The others turned pale, feeling as if they had been plunged into Hell itself. The sensation was beyond terrifying.

Ye Wen and Ye Wu’s faces were masks of horror. They had thought they had already seen the full extent of Lin Kuang’s power, but the horrifying Killing Intent he now unleashed quashed any thought they had of making a move. When they looked at Lin Kuang again, their eyes were filled with profound dread.

Such powerful Killing Intent... Just how many people has this man killed to possess something so horrifying? Ye Huiquan thought, his gaze turning grave.