Chapter 12 Bite Me

At the critical moment, Yang Fei had no time to think, he pressed down Feng Cai'er's head with his right hand and shoved her downward, his movements just as fast as lightning.

Whoosh!

The big man's five fingers grasped at thin air, piercing through the hard wood plastic of Feng Cai'er's seatback with brute force.

Plastic fragments flew everywhere.

All the passengers screamed in shock, no one could believe their eyes.

The back of the train seat was made of two-inch-thick hard wood plastic with a steel frame for support.

This kind of hard plastic, let alone fingers, even a knife couldn't penetrate it.

Who would have thought that in this world, someone could easily penetrate it with just the strength of their fingers?

All the people had their mouths wide open, dumbstruck as they stared at the fierce big man.

Having missed his strike, the fierce big man exclaimed in surprise and stepped forward in a horse stance, his left elbow shooting out like the Eight Extremes Fist Big Spear, exploding towards Feng Cai'er's head.

In the air, like the tolling of a bell, a buzzing sound rang out, which was the sound of his elbow power compressing and bursting through the air.

Bang!

Yang Fei, sitting in his seat, kicked out, connecting his toe perfectly with the fierce big man's elbow, making a muffled noise.

The big man staggered back two steps, looking at Yang Fei in astonishment.

There he sat, bold and unbothered, sprawling majestically in his seat.

He coldly looked at Yang Fei, "Who are you? Why are you meddling in my Xue Tu's business?"

"You're bothering me, so what, you gonna bite me?"

Yang Fei didn't stand up, not even giving the big man a glance, his laid-back demeanor exasperating to behold.

Xue Tu nodded, glanced at the panicked passengers, and then at Feng Cai'er.

He spoke lightly, "No matter who you are, I advise you friend, Xue Tu's business is not something you can handle."

Yang Fei sneered coldly, "Xue Tu? Big name indeed. Who was it that just said the Huaxia Special Forces were rotten tomatoes and stinking eggs? Feel free to try me!"

Xue Tu's eyes suddenly narrowed also needle-like, as a cat's pupils under the sunlight, he tentatively asked, "Are you a soldier?"

Yang Fei didn't respond to his question but slowly stood up instead.

His nonchalant tone turned icy cold, "Let's make a bet, I'll stand right here and spar with you, you can use one hand, and we'll decide the winner in three moves."

"If you lose, I won't kill you, just quietly follow Little Police Flower and turn yourself in."

"If you win, no need to say anything, my life is yours, how about that?"

The two men were handcuffed together, and as Yang Fei stood up, Feng Cai'er had no choice but to stand as well.

While Yang Fei and Xue Tu were conversing, Feng Cai'er, frantic, searched all over for the handcuff keys.

But for some reason, those damned keys just couldn't be found at this critical moment, completely traceless.

The passengers in the carriage, witnessing Xue Tu's fierce demeanor, didn't dare breathe heavily, staring blankly at the two men.

She was unable to find the keys, but hearing Yang Fei's words almost drove Feng Cai'er crazy.

Feng Cai'er had seen Xue Tu's profile on the General Police Department's website and knew full well how terrifying Xue Tu was.

Before he turned twenty, Xue Tu was already among the top ten masters of National Arts in the southern five provinces.

Later recruited into the military, he served for over eight years in a secret S-class Special Forces unit of the nation.

There, on the border, he battled drug traffickers and small-time mercenaries daily, shedding blood.

Later, this lieutenant, brimming with military honors, colluded in smuggling and drug trafficking.

Upon discovery by his comrades, he killed more than ten of them and fled the country.

From then on, the Republic lost a Warrior King of iron blood, while the international stage gained a ruthless butcher.

To take on such a formidable and desperate criminal in a duel, and even let him use just one hand?

Hearing Yang Fei's words, Xue Tu was also stunned.

Suddenly, he burst into wild laughter, "Since you seek death, I'll oblige."

His laughter was utterly insane, filled with a raging fury.

Xue Tu's reputation wasn't for show but was forged through countless bloody battles.

"Does this pretty boy think he's a god?"

The rage within Xue Tu ignited like gasoline tossed onto Mars.

With the rise of his rage, his killing intent and battle will also reached their peak.

Roar!

From Xue Tu's throat came a sound akin to the roar of a wild beast.

His fist, as large as a casserole, exploded the air, smashing toward Yang Fei's head.

"Danger, be careful."

Feng Cai'er's heart almost leaped out of her mouth.

She wanted to step forward to intercept the blow for Yang Fei but was blocked by Yang Fei himself stepping forward, his lean, towering figure shielding Feng Cai'er.

Yang Fei's silhouette, like a mountain grand and towering, looked calmly at Xue Tu's fist, unflinching and unyielding.

He made no significant gesture, but his own fist similarly shot out toward Xue Tu's.

Bang!

Xue Tu's fist felt as if it had been struck by a large, swinging sledgehammer, its joints dislocated, the pain piercing to the bone.

He suddenly retreated, feeling his entire body's bones cracking and creaking, nearly fainting from the pain.

An unimaginable force made him completely unable to control his stance, staggering back again.

He tasted a faint trace of blood in his mouth, his left fist hanging limply, unable to clench, accompanied by numbness spreading through half of his body.

Suddenly, he was deeply shocked.

Master!

This guy is definitely a master!

The other passengers, seeing the casual-looking young man force the ferocious big man into a continuous retreat with a single punch, also stared in amazement.

Yang Fei's left hand was kept behind his back, also restricting Feng Cai'er behind him, the short chain of the handcuffs preventing her from rushing forward.

He coldly watched Xue Tu, spoke lightly, "I advise you not to be hopeful. I don't want to kill anyone, why don't you just admit defeat?"

"No way!"

Xue Tu's eyes bloodshot, posed like a "white crane spreading its wings," let out a long cry, and charged again.

This time, Xue Tu did not clash head-on with Yang Fei.

He dodged and wove, his fists and palms like a crane, striking Yang Fei with movements as relentless as a hurricane.

Yang Fei stood firm, his feet neither forward nor back, unmoving as a mountain, his left hand continually behind his back.

His right-hand movements were very straightforward, involving straight punches, hook punches, and grappling, all with minimal motion, clean and clear.

Yet even so, under Xue Tu's furious flurry of kicks and punches, he remained as unshakeable as a rock.

In less than ten seconds of combat, Xue Tu crashed backwards, smashing into a handrail steel column in the middle of the train aisle.

The column, as thick as a small bowl, immediately made a cracking sound, a grating metallic noise, as it bent and deformed from the impact.

Everyone gasped, involuntarily stepping back.

Looking at the two fighting figures, everyone's gaze was filled with fear.

Is this kind of strength even human?

Feng Cai'er hid behind Yang Fei, the sounds of Yang Fei and Xue Tu's blows, the dense thuds of fists and palms colliding, were enough to send chills down anyone's spine.

She couldn't help turning pale with fear, and her eyes dared not open.

She feared that in the next second, she would see Yang Fei bloodied and mangled before her.

However, after more than a dozen moves, with Xue Tu's roars and violent attacks, Yang Fei still stood firmly.

In fact, he hadn't even moved his feet, prompting Feng Cai'er to finally open her tightly shut eyes.

Bang!

Just as Feng Cai'er opened her eyes, she saw Yang Fei counterattack with a short, quick inch punch, striking Xue Tu's chest.

Xue Tu staggered backwards, unable to support himself anymore, he vomited a mouthful of fresh blood.