My Perfect Female CEO-Chapter 1092: Peerless Killing Might

"I’m done for!" The Thirteenth Elder glanced at Silver Fox and Lion, and this thought formed in his mind.

As the saying goes, a person’s name casts a shadow, and who would dare underestimate the power of the Terminator?

The Thirteenth Elder suddenly felt as if a heavy mountain was pressing down on his heart, making it difficult to breathe, and his face turned pale.

Silver Fox and Lion were at a loss for words; the two prided themselves on being formidable in combat, but still felt apprehensive compared to the Terminator.

"Let’s go for it. We are the Forbidden Powerhouses; if fear breaks our resolve, how can we continue?" They exchanged glances, a glimmer of determination flashing in their eyes.

"Elder, maybe you should retreat first. Lion and I will hold Ye Fan off." Silver Fox said to the Thirteenth Elder.

"No need. Life and death come down to fate. It’s all destiny; there’s no escaping it." The Thirteenth Elder sighed softly, more aware than anyone that escaping now would still lead to certain death. Better to meet fate head-on as futile resistance would be like a trapped beast struggling powerlessly.

"Your stature and influence demand you escape. If anything happens to you, it would be a huge blow to the organization." Lion advised.

"Alas!" The Thirteenth Elder sighed helplessly, "Perhaps my death would be beneficial, for it would prompt the organization to act forcefully against Ye Fan, to restore its reputation. Sky Net would go all out, and by then, Ye Fan won’t be able to escape even if he grows wings."

The Thirteenth Elder wanted to use his death to incite Sky Net’s immense hostility towards Ye Fan, leaving Silver Fox and Lion silent.

Ye Fan and the Thirteenth Elder met in the hall.

The Thirteenth Elder stared intensely at Ye Fan, speaking no words.

"You must be Ye Fan!" Silver Fox said with a cold and sharp demeanor.

"You are the Terminator!" Lion roared with battle spirit.

"If you two run away, you might live. So, waiting for death or wanting to challenge me?" Ye Fan asked.

"Enough with the brave talk; your time has passed, prepare to die." Silver Fox replied defiantly.

"Let’s see if the legendary Terminator is really as formidable as they say." Lion laughed.

"You won’t be disappointed, come on then." Ye Fan replied dismissively.

While speaking, Silver Fox and Lion had already closed in, converging on Ye Fan.

Punches and kicks fierce, murder intent surged, and the sound of breaking through the air crackled like a string of firecrackers.

Ye Fan swiftly retaliated, his killing aura pulsating.

Ye Fan threw a punch to counter Silver Fox’s incoming fist, while twisting his body to kick horizontally, blocking Lion’s lethal strike.

Seizing the moment when his kick halted Lion’s attack, Ye Fan and Silver Fox’s fists collided forcefully.

"Bang!" The sound echoed like muffled thunder, causing the void to tremble slightly.

Ye Fan stood confidently between the two, effortlessly neutralizing their assaults.

In contrast, Silver Fox, struck by Ye Fan’s full-force blow, his face contorted, turned red.

Silver Fox’s eyes widened, his eyeballs bulging out. He felt as though his arm wasn’t recognized as his own after clashing with Ye Fan’s might. He continuously retreated, attempting to dispel the terrifying force on his arm, but it was impossible. The excruciating pain radiated from the arm, stabbing into his heart.

Silver Fox staggered backwards until his back hit the wall, causing it to shake. Using the wall for support, he finally dispelled the terrifying force.

With an incredulous look, he stared fixedly at Ye Fan, exclaiming, "How can this be? How is it possible? One strike, and I’m powerless, one blow, and the bone in my arm snapped in two."

Silver Fox, with a horrified expression, watched Ye Fan with repeated shock in his visage.

"Indeed, the legends aren’t false. Everyone knows that Forbidden Powerhouses reach the Human Body Limit, with all bodily functions maximized. But witnessing the Terminator’s prowess firsthand reveals just how terrifyingly he transcends normality. Beyond the Human Body Limit lies the Superhuman Limit, and the Terminator is that Superhuman Powerhouse." Silver Fox reflected deeply.

"A Superhuman Limit Powerhouse? Truly a Superhuman Limit Powerhouse. The God Organization’s boasting of the Terminator’s skills isn’t exaggeration, but the truth." Lion’s body trembled, showing immense shock.

"Superhuman Limit Powerhouse, without doubt. The Underworld’s organizations are convinced of their absence, little did they expect the Terminator, whom all doubted, is indeed a Superhuman Limit Powerhouse." The Thirteenth Elder stood dumbfounded.

Without idling, Ye Fan lunged forward, rushing at Silver Fox.

Silver Fox snapped back to reality, dragging his broken, nearly useless arm, mounting a counterattack.

"Bang!" A dull thud echoed.

Ye Fan’s punch landed on Silver Fox’s chest.

Instantly, Silver Fox’s chest caved in, ribs and flesh blending together.

Silver Fox’s body retreated again, striking the wall at almost the same spot twice.

"Boom!" This time, the wall collapsed, cement and bricks crumbled down.

Silver Fox’s body stood, not buried under the rubble, as the wall wasn’t connected to the building’s structure but stood alone.

"Splurt!" Silver Fox’s mouth sprayed blood, uncontrollably gushing out.

In an instant, Silver Fox tumbled down, collapsing on the bricks.

Silver Fox’s body convulsed, horrified eyes locked onto Ye Fan, his state was nearing death.

"How... Silver Fox is going to die like this?" The Thirteenth Elder’s face turned pale, even though he anticipated Silver Fox wouldn’t match Ye Fan, it was unsettling to see him die so quickly at Ye Fan’s hands.

"A Terminator, truly living up to the name. First incapacitating Silver Fox with a ferocious strike, then catching him off guard in succession, swiftly exterminating Silver Fox. Such deftness is exceptionally high." Lion murmured bitterly.

"Now it’s your turn, prepare to die." Ye Fan directed his killing intent at Lion.

Lion’s eyes jolted, legs trembling, and subconsciously thoughts of retreat emerged.

The battle commenced nonetheless.

At this moment, even if Lion wanted to escape, how could he possibly do so from Ye Fan’s grasp?

A moment later, Ye Fan punched Lion’s forehead.

The punch was full of power, violent and strong.

Lion’s forehead burst open, blood gushing out.

Lion, filled with incredible shock, died, collapsing onto the ground.