When the king used medicine to improve his strength to the peak of the king level in a short time, Ye Chenfeng's soul power was at the peak of level ten. If it weren't for the black gas in his dantian that had acted and allowed him to enter a black state, he would probably have died at the hands of the king at that time.

However, now Ye Chenfeng has the strength of the early stage of the king level. When facing the peak of the king level master, he also has full confidence. He also continuously improves the soul power in his body. His eyes are closely watching the middle-aged man in front of him, for fear that the middle-aged man will suddenly attack.

After the middle-aged man felt the strength of Ye Chenfeng's soul power, a shock appeared in his eyes and couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that the data I learned before has been wrong. Have you actually reached the early level of the king level?"

You should know that the middle-aged man is now 38 years old. His strength has just reached the peak of the king level. He usually drinks a variety of auxiliary high-tech drugs every day and receives high-tech training most of the time. He is sure that Ye Chenfeng does not have such treatment as him, which means that Ye Chenfeng relies entirely on himself to improve his strength.

A king-level soul master in his twenties? In the eyes of middle-aged men, Ye Chenfeng is probably a genius in that place. He believes that as long as Ye Chenfeng receives various high-tech assistance, Ye Chenfeng's strength will definitely be a thousand miles a day. Unfortunately, Ye Chenfeng does not have this opportunity. When Ye Chenfeng killed the king, he was destined to stand opposite them.

An excited smile suddenly appeared on the middle-aged man's face. Since Ye Chenfeng is a genius, then this genius is about to die in his hands. How can this not make him unexcited?

"Ye Chenfeng, your strength was beyond my expectations. It seems that we can really have fun tonight." The middle-aged man stuck out his tongue and licked his slightly dry lips, his face full of bloodthirsty expressions.

The momentum of the early stage of the king's soul power continued to emanate from Ye Chenfeng's body. Ye Chenfeng did not choose to take action immediately, but asked tentatively: "Are you not a person from this era?"

"Isn't a person from this era?" A look of doubt flashed across the middle-aged man's face, and then said: "Ye Chenfeng, I don't understand what you are saying? If you want to distract me and give me a fatal blow, then you should stop daydreaming. I am a peak master of the king level, and you are just a master of the king level."

"I don't regard you as my opponent. Besides, you are not worthy of being my opponent. In my opinion, you are just toys that can bring me some fun, and they are also disposable toys." The middle-aged man's words were filled with incomparable arrogance.

The doubt on the middle-aged man's face naturally did not escape Ye Chenfeng's eyes. He thought to himself: "It seems that the person in front of him is not a soul traveler. If he is a weaker person, I can also crippled the other party first and then use hypnosis to ask questions. The middle-aged man in front of him has the same strength as me, and I can only solve his life as soon as I find an opportunity."

"Ye Chenfeng, now is not the time to be in a daze. Let me see your strength!"

As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged man appeared in front of Ye Chenfeng.

The middle-aged man was very fast, as if he was a magician who would transfer instantly. The body kept emitting a rolling peak momentum of king level, and his right hand turned into a knife. His palm was completely wrapped in soul power and he slashed towards Ye Chenfeng's neck.

"Huhu! Huhu! Huhu!"

The air around seemed to be split open by the middle-aged man's palm. The powerful force contained in this hand knife was enough to slash a hard stone. If it was chopped on the human neck, the bones in the entire neck would probably shatter instantly. The middle-aged man used a killer move from the beginning, as if he wanted to send Ye Chenfeng to see the King of Hell immediately.

The sound of the air rubbing against the middle-aged man's hand made Ye Chenfeng's eardrum ached faintly. However, Ye Chenfeng's face did not show any panic. The strength and speed of the middle-aged man were almost inconsistent with what he expected.

Ye Chenfeng directly raised his left arm, and his entire left arm was instantly wrapped by soul power. He wanted to use his arm to resist the middle-aged man's hand knife.

The middle-aged man was quite impressed by Ye Chenfeng's calmness in the face of danger, but instead his face was replaced by a sneer. In this case, Ye Chenfeng chose to avoid it, but Ye Chenfeng chose to fight head-on. In the eyes of middle-aged man, with his peak-level strength, this hand knife was enough to destroy Ye Chenfeng's entire left arm.

"Ye Chenfeng, you are about to be a one-armed hero. Break it for me, break it for me, break it for me." The middle-aged man roared sharply in his throat, and his hand knife slashed at Ye Chenfeng's left arm without mercy.

"Bang!"

When the middle-aged man's hand knife and Ye Chenfeng's left arm touched each other, the smile on the middle-aged man's face froze. The scene he expected did not happen. He felt that his hand knife seemed to be slashing on an extremely hard piece of metal, and the power from Ye Chenfeng's left arm was comparable to that of him? This made the middle-aged man puzzled.

After the first brief confrontation, Ye Chenfeng and the middle-aged man took two steps back. In fact, Ye Chenfeng had the opportunity to avoid the middle-aged man's hand knife just now. As long as he used the storm step, he should be able to beat the middle-aged man in speed. However, Ye Chenfeng did not do this. He chose to confront the middle-aged man head-on first to test the depth of his strength.

The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly became solemn, and he muttered in his mouth: "Impossible, how is this possible? You obviously only have the early level of the king level, and I have the strength of the king level peak, how could you block my attack?"

"There is nothing impossible in the world."

Taking advantage of the shock of the middle-aged man, Ye Chenfeng knew that it was a good opportunity to kill the middle-aged man, so he immediately used the storm footwork under his feet. While his figure swept towards the middle-aged man quickly, whirlwinds appeared around Ye Chenfeng.

After seeing Ye Chenfeng's speed, the shock on his face became even stronger. The speed that Ye Chenfeng showed was faster than he had just now, and the solemn color in his eyes was a little stronger.

Ye Chenfeng wanted to kill the middle-aged man with one blow, so his right palm turned into a fist. This punch used the greatest strength he could use, and quickly smashed it towards the middle-aged man's head, trying to make the middle-aged man's head blossom.

As the middle-aged man was repeatedly shocked, he had lost the opportunity to avoid it. With the speed he had just shown, he could not avoid Ye Chenfeng's punch at all. He could only wait for Ye Chenfeng to smash his head with a punch.

However, when Ye Chenfeng's fist was only five or six centimeters away from the middle-aged man's head, the middle-aged man's figure suddenly moved, and a special footwork was stepped on under his feet, and his speed suddenly increased, faster than Ye Chenfeng who used the storm footwork, and he narrowly avoided Ye Chenfeng's fatal punch.

Ye Chenfeng's fist brushed across the middle-aged man's left cheek, but even so, the skin on the middle-aged man's left cheek was cracked, and a large piece of flesh was directly bombarded, and blood immediately stained his left half of his face.

After avoiding Ye Chenfeng's punch, the middle-aged man did not take care of his bloody left face. He stepped on that special footwork again, and his body approached Ye Chenfeng.

Seeing this, Ye Chenfeng immediately used the storm step. Unfortunately, he could never get rid of the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man was getting closer and closer to him.

"Bang!"

The middle-aged man kicked Ye Chenfeng directly in the stomach. Ye Chenfeng had no time to dodge. The steps under his feet took five or six steps in a row. His throat became sweet and blood sprayed out of his mouth.

The pain on the left cheek seemed to have no effect on the middle-aged man at all, but his tone became even colder: "Ye Chenfeng, now you are qualified to know my name. My name is Lingbao. Do you know why I call Lingbao? Because my speed is like a lively leopard."

"I did underestimate your strength just now. We are not at odds with strength, but the real speed I can show is much faster than ordinary peak kings, so next, I will not give you any chance to hurt me."

"If you want to compare speed, you can't compare to me at all."

The Lingbao let the blood slide down his left cheek, and even licked the blood that had fallen to his mouth into his own mouth. (To be continued...)
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