Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God-Chapter 1542: I’ve Got My Eye on You

Tong Ling’er had never suffered such humiliation in her life, and she knew full well that at this moment many were witnessing this scene. Tong Ling’er was confident in her popularity.

Thinking of this, Tong Ling’er was both ashamed and furious.

She wanted to resist immediately; she wanted to trample this man who dared to humiliate her underfoot and grind him harshly.

But when Tong Ling’er became determined, she suddenly discovered that her body seemed to have been invaded by a small purple snake, making it impossible to exert her power, let alone release Sword Qi.

However, being a direct disciple of the Sword Control Pavilion, Tong Ling’er’s greatest strength was in her Sea of Consciousness. Yet, before she could concentrate her spirit to turn Li Feng into a fool, her rear was slapped again.

Instantly.

The attack Tong Ling’er had finally gathered scattered directly.

This kind of physical attack had too strong a destructive power; she had no power to resist at all.

"You bastard, how dare you hit me? Do you know who I, Tong Ling’er, am? My mother is the Store Manager of Tongfu Inn..."

"If you have the guts, just kill me. Otherwise, when I get out, I, your grandma, will make sure you die a miserable death, chopped into pieces."

In her shame and anger, Tong Ling’er was unable to control her words.

"Oh, really!"

Li Feng was not frightened at all; instead, he hit harder, offering her a chance she didn’t take, so he did not shy away from Ruining flowers.

Li Feng got enjoyment from the slaps, while the hundreds of spectators watching were swallowing their saliva in amazement, eyes wide open.

"Stop."

Tong Ling’er finally couldn’t bear it anymore; now she was suffering both physical and mental blows. Li Feng’s slap seemed to hit her heart, making her tremble.

Her curses were sung with some pitch change, leaning towards an even more humiliating direction.

"Stop quickly, I concede."

"I concede, okay?"

Li Feng listened to Tong Ling’er’s plea for mercy and then stopped.

"Concede sooner, why suffer?"

"Really, not shedding tears until seeing the coffin." After Li Feng said that, he let Tong Ling’er go, and Tong Ling’er stood up blushing, glaring at Li Feng.

"I will remember your face. The next time I see you, I’ll make sure you have no place to die."

Tong Ling’er dropped these harsh words and exited the challenge directly.

Li Feng watched the disappearing Tong Ling’er and sighed. Women, really troublesome.

But having hit her, Li Feng did not regret it.

Moreover, the feeling was not bad. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Ran Yue covered her forehead, oh well, the three major forces of the Ninth Ring have mostly been offended now.

If no one saw it, at most it would be a situation of Tong, the little Store Manager, and Li Feng being at each other’s throats. Now, the news of Tong Ling’er being beaten will probably soon spread throughout the Ninth Ring.

Considering Tong Ling’er’s status and favor at Tongfu Inn, Li Feng might just be invited for a tea session by Tongfu Inn.

Li Feng quickly adjusted his state, and continued to challenge the next level, aiming to clear a hundred levels in one go.

"Still want to stop him?"

Rouge Tiger Yang Rui’er suddenly turned her head to look at Cheng Long, who sneered again and again: "Do you think it’s still necessary?"

"Besides, I am now a bit looking forward to the reaction of Tongfu Inn."

As one of the three major forces of the Ninth Ring, it’s naturally impossible not to have friction and conflicts. The open and covert battles between the three major forces are more intense than imagined.

Li Feng hit Tong’s little Store Manager’s rear. Ha, guess there will be a good show to watch next.

Moreover, seeing Li Feng’s displayed strength, killing him might also require considerable cost from himself.

He is now in a critical period, Golden Core is imminent; if the opponent is just an ordinary adversary, Cheng Long wouldn’t mind taking action, but risking his own injury to make a move, he needs to think twice.

Don’t assume he is one of the Nine Dragons of the Dragon Tiger Sect; he isn’t exactly devoted to Han Sanqian.

He joined the Dragon Tiger Sect merely to use its influence. In the Kunlun World, strength is revered, cultivation is ingrained in a cultivator’s bones, and joining a sect simply serves this aim.

If a conflict arises, then the latter takes precedence.

In his view, killing Li Feng is utterly inexplicable, even sect master’s whim wouldn’t grant much benefit from eliminating Li Feng, no need to take risks.

Yang Rui next to him nodded, sharing a similar view with Cheng Long. The Dragon Tiger Sect, this sect, is essentially a big mixture, established by Han Sanqian through martial force.

Despite Dragon Tiger Sect being the largest force in the Ninth Ring, its cohesion is far less than Dragon Gate Bathhouse and Tongfu Inn.

After exiting the challenge, Tong Ling’er immediately went to watch.

"Tong junior sister, are you alright?"

Tong Ling’er glanced askance at the person, saying viciously: "Do I look alright? That bastard, I want to chop him into pieces."

"Tong junior sister, leave this to me. As soon as he comes out, I’ll make sure that punk doesn’t live past tomorrow."

"Heh, Zhang Chaoyang, everyone can brag. If you really want to avenge the junior sister, why wait until he comes out? You should enter directly."

"Oh, right, you seem to still linger around the seventy or so level."

A young man next to them mocked coldly, looking at the guy pounding his chest.

"Gongsun Chuan, stop yammering, you reached the eightieth level, why don’t you go up?"

The two directly confronted each other.

"Everyone shut up."

"I will take care of that bastard myself. Do not cozy up to me; I’ll warn you, if any of you kills him without my consent, I won’t let it go."

"He is mine."

Tong Ling’er gritted her teeth, obviously the hatred for Li Feng etched deeply within her bones.

Several Guardian Angels beside exchanged looks, none of them spoke further, unsure of their inner thoughts.

Tong Ling’er, however, kept her eyes locked on Li Feng below.

The upcoming battles were equally thrilling. The opponents ranged from late Foundation Establishment to Perfection, with diverse cultivation techniques, broadening Li Feng’s horizons.

The biggest flaw for Li Feng right now is his insufficient scope, as this Kunlun World is still unfamiliar to him, even though he’s been here roaming for one or two months.

Tong Ling’er frowned: "What’s he doing, why does his strength fluctuate so much?"

Tong Ling’er was a bit confused too; she felt he was strong during their fight but the opponents he faced now were just average in her opinion, not as good as her, yet Li Feng fought them fiercely, even dangerously.

"He seems to be cultivating."

Zhang Chaoyang gazed downward; though his strength was not impressive, he was famously knowledgeable. After observing several of Li Feng’s matches, he discerned some signs.

"Oh?"

"His use of cultivation techniques seems quite unskilled, but his strength is extraordinarily formidable."

Zhang Chaoyang said.

"Zhang Chaoyang, can you speak plainly, what’s with unskilled cultivation techniques and formidable strength? Aren’t you contradicting yourself?"