Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God-Chapter 1541: Admit Defeat or Not

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Chapter 1541: Chapter 1541: Admit Defeat or Not

The crowd’s gaze shifted towards Li Feng on the opposite side.

Countless Flowing Light Swords shot towards Li Feng, yet they appeared like raindrops splashing into a lake, only creating slight ripples.

Standing amidst the endless Light Swords, these swords seemed to be condensed Sword Qi, while Li Feng could also condense a sword, he couldn’t conjure such a vast and crisscrossing Sword Qi.

This girl has some skill.

But each strand of this Sword Qi is not particularly strong, at least not strong enough to break through the Protective True Gang formed by Domineering Purple Flame around Li Feng. They merely caused slight ripples and were devoured by the Purple Flame without touching Li Feng’s skin.

Li Feng curled his lips into a smile, casually strolling forward, allowing the swords like flowing light to densely shoot towards him.

Tong Ling’er was also slightly astonished by how he seemed unruffled, furrowing her brows and shouting at once.

Subsequently, her Flying Sword, hovering in front of her, also shot towards Li Feng mixed with the flowing light.

Li Feng detected a strange cold gleam flashing among the countless flowing lights, heading straight towards his vital parts, and casually brushed it away like swatting a fly.

Clang.

The Flying Sword was instantly knocked away, yet this Flying Sword was connected to Tong Ling’er’s mind, one she had been nurturing. Li Feng’s slap on its body felt as if it landed on Tong Ling’er herself, causing her delicate body to tremble slightly.

Tong Ling’er flushed and glared at Li Feng, casting a sword technique to lead the Flying Sword to return again.

Yet, before it could pierce Li Feng, it was swatted away again.

Tong Ling’er mustered all her skills to attack Li Feng, yet couldn’t halt Li Feng from walking up to her and then raising his hand to grasp the small sun-like Sword Qi mass.

Tong Ling’er’s eyes widened in disbelief.

The cyan glow before her contained endless Sword Qi, anything tossed into it would instantly be shredded to pieces by the raging Sword Qi.

She never imagined he dared to reach towards this Sword Qi mass, had he tired of living?

Just as these thoughts flashed through Tong Ling’er’s mind, the untouchable Sword Qi mass visibly shrunk.

Li Feng waved his hand once more, and the Sword Qi dispersed with a wave.

This.

Tong Ling’er was somewhat dumbfounded.

"Flashy tricks."

Li Feng looked at Tong Ling’er and faintly huffed: "I’ll say it once more, surrender." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Tong Ling’er met Li Feng’s threatening gaze stubbornly: "Want me to surrender? No way."

"I, Tong Ling’er, have never lost."

"And don’t think you’ve won yet, I haven’t used my full strength."

Tong Ling’er’s obstinate words were met with Li Feng’s calm demeanor: "You think I won’t dare to do anything to you."

Humph.

Tong Ling’er raised her chin, asserting confidently that he wouldn’t dare lay a hand on her, betting on it.

Li Feng suddenly lifted his hand.

A lightning-like cold flash darted across Tong Ling’er’s long hair; she never expected Li Feng to dare strike, but felt nothing after a slight shiver.

Except...

A strand of long hair floated down.

Tong Ling’er realized he had cut her hair, glaring angrily: "You’ve got some nerve...!"

Yet before she finished speaking, Li Feng raised his hand again.

Instantly, another strand of Tong Ling’er’s hair floated down.

"You."

Unperturbed by Tong Ling’er’s angry stare, Li Feng couldn’t do anything drastic to her, as he had no desire to make enemies impulsively.

Even with the Dragon Tiger Sect, he thought they were unreasonable; he was merely bathing when trouble befell him, but since they instigated, Li Feng wouldn’t back down.

As the enemy, he wouldn’t show mercy.

But regarding Tong Ling’er, Li Feng had no grievances with her, despite her being a tad unruly, he didn’t wish to provoke another major faction at Tongfu Inn’s Ninth Ring due to a mere contest.

To avoid heavy-handed actions yet make Tong Ling’er surrender was quite the skillful feat.

He had to use her hair to compel her to concede, and Tong Ling’er’s waist-length hair quickly vanished amidst their confrontation.

"The audacity of this brute, to treat my Ling’er so."

"Who is this bastard? Find out who he is. If he dares appear in Ancestor Dragon City, I’ll break his legs."

Seeing Tong Ling’er’s long hair cut short by Li Feng maddened her Guardian Angel to no end.

This scoundrel has gone too far.

"Ha, this Li Feng is truly intriguing, I’m at a loss on how to describe him, the hair and skin are gifted by parents, he truly believes cutting Tong Ling’er’s hair can make her surrender, it’s simply wishful thinking."

Yang Rui remarked, clicking her tongue.

This Li Feng dared not act rashly considering Tong Ling’er’s background, but severing her hair was a far worse humiliation than besting her in combat.

A proud young lady like Tong Ling’er, her self-esteem is immense; the more you humiliate her, the less likely she’ll concede.

Watching her severed hair drift away, Tong Ling’er indeed felt deeply humiliated, her gaze towards Li Feng was fiery.

"If you want me to surrender, dream on. Try killing me, otherwise, I’ll be your sworn enemy."

Tong Ling’er glared at Li Feng, teeth clenched, how dare he bully her like this.

This grudge is immense.

Li Feng observed Tong Ling’er’s steadfast defiance and took a step forward, Tong Ling’er instinctively wanted to dodge but then stood her ground, facing Li Feng as he leaned closer.

"I’ll say it one last time, surrender or suffer my impoliteness."

"Ha, impoliteness? I want to see how you intend to be impolite."

Tong Ling’er sneered continuously.

Li Feng sighed, standing firm on his resolve.

Without hesitation, he quickly grabbed Tong Ling’er’s arm.

"What is he doing?"

"I swear, if this bastard touches a hair on my goddess, I’ll grind him to dust."

"Ah, what are you doing?"

Tong Ling’er was baffled, but as she came to, her wrists were locked behind her, her body pinned over Li Feng’s knee.

Before she could struggle free.

Smack.

The slap echoed, and the hundreds watching became petrified.

Gulp.

Even Yang Rui was dumbfounded; was Li Feng mad, daring to strike Tong Ling’er?

Does this Li Feng have a death wish?

Does he not understand the recklessness of provoking a tiger?

Cheng Long nearby drew a sharp breath; this man really dared hit her, leaving him duly impressed.