Chapter 270 Is He Bruce Lee? (2 more updates)

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Chapter 270: Chapter 270 Is He Bruce Lee? (2 more updates)Seeing the situation in front of him, the hall instantly became quiet. The massage girls and the clients who were there for foot massages all hid in the corners, nervously watching the group of burly men armed with lethal weapons, fearing that they might be accidentally injured. Ye Xuan crossed his arms and watched nonchalantly, whereas Manager Li quickly dodged to the side, distancing himself from Ye Xuan. After finding a safe spot, he wore a grin of schadenfreude on his face, thinking to himself how this young guy dared to extort him and now he’d see him die! "Damn it, anyone not involved with this, get the hell out!" Brother Hao held a machete, bellowing with a fierce momentum, his face revealing a ferocious smile. Originally, the appearance of these people had terrified everyone in the hall, making their legs wobble, but upon hearing this order, they felt as if they had been granted amnesty. They scrambled out, pressing their heads down, fearing that leaving later might cause them to be caught in the crossfire! However, after these people left, they didn’t go far but gathered nearby at the entrance to watch. As long as their own lives weren’t at risk, spectating was naturally a good choice for them. For a moment, the hall became eerily silent, the atmosphere filled with lethality, divided into two groups. On one side, there were the menacing burly men holding steel pipes and machetes, exuding a fierce aura that was terrifying! On the other side, there were only two people, Ye Xuan and Yuan Mengmeng. The disparity in strength between the two groups was stark, creating a striking contrast. At that moment, Brother Hao looked towards Ye Xuan with a sinister smile, his eyes radiating a fierce light, pointing the machete in his hand at Ye Xuan, he bellowed, "Brothers, it’s this kid, chop him for me!" As soon as his words fell, more than ten menacing burly men immediately raised their weapons, howling as they charged towards Ye Xuan. "Brother Ye, let’s run!" Yuan Mengmeng’s pale face had never seen such a large formation, trembling behind Ye Xuan. Ye Xuan remained calmly seated in the massage chair, as if he hadn’t seen the many people charging towards him, turned his head back to Yuan Mengmeng, and gave her a slight smile, saying, "Little Mengmeng, close your eyes, plug your ears, the scene coming up may be a bit brutal, I don’t want you to see it." Hearing Ye Xuan’s words, seeing the gentle smile on his face, Yuan Mengmeng shivered, her nervous mood unconsciously relaxing. "Brother Ye, I’ll do as you say." Yuan Mengmeng looked at Ye Xuan, firmly nodded, then tightly closed her eyes and covered her ears with her hands. "Damn, this kid can really put on a show! Even facing imminent death, he still doesn’t forget to flirt with the beauty!" Brother Hao cursed under his breath, then his lips curled into a savage grin, eager to see the gruesome scene of Ye Xuan being beaten to a bloody pulp. Meanwhile, his men had already charged up to Ye Xuan, the steel pipes and machetes about to strike down on him. "What a pity, this kid is so good at martial arts, yet he’s doomed to perish under reckless blades!" The outsiders watching this unfold shook their heads in pity, sure that Ye Xuan was done for. Facing over a dozen men armed with weapons, even if Ye Xuan was formidable, he would still be chopped up into mincemeat. Just when everyone thought Ye Xuan was about to meet his demise under the blade, Ye Xuan, who had been sitting in the massage chair, finally moved! He sprung up quickly from the massage chair, not dodging, but charging towards them. The first three thugs, each wielding two steel pipes and an iron chain, swung at Ye Xuan’s head. Ye Xuan dodged to the side, and as one steel pipe grazed past him, he landed a heavy punch on the chest of one thug. Immediately, the man looked like a deflated frog, his mouth agape, eyes bulging with pain, then he collapsed softly onto the ground. Everyone took a closer look and couldn’t help but gasp. The man’s entire chest cavity had collapsed, it appeared Ye Xuan had broken his ribs with that punch. And the steel pipe fell into Ye Xuan’s hands. At that moment, the other two men reached him, and Ye Xuan turned around with a spinning kick, lashing out with a whip-like leg that shot out like a cannonball, sweeping across their bodies. Bang, bang! Two muffled sounds followed; these two men were also kicked so hard their bones broke, and they fell to the ground, following the first thug’s lead. At the moment when the two men fell, Ye Xuan reached out and grabbed a steel pipe and an iron chain that also fell into his hands! "Using a knife is too barbaric, better to use nunchucks!" Ye Xuan sneered, wrapped the iron chain around both ends of the steel pipe, and fashioned a makeshift nunchuck. After swinging it a couple of times, Ye Xuan imitated Bruce Lee’s stance and let out a weird cry: "Ah da—" With a swift motion, he dashed into the crowd. "Damn it, I’ll kill you!" Seeing an immediate loss of three men, the gang members became furiously enraged, raising their weapons high and yelling as they chopped towards Ye Xuan. "I hit, I hit, I hit—" Inside the hall, Ye Xuan’s figure continuously moved, his nunchucks blurring into a shadow as he charged and smashed his way through the crowd. No one could stop his movements, they couldn’t even touch the hem of his clothing. All the swinging machetes and steel pipes were blocked by the shadow of his nunchucks! Bang, bang, bang, bang... Ye Xuan, with a calm expression, fluidly moved through the crowd with his nunchucks flying up and down, as if he were leisurely strolling in a garden. Yet everywhere he passed, a gang member would be struck by the nunchucks, heads broken and bleeding, screaming as they fell to the ground. After a moment, perhaps less than a minute, all the dozen men brought by Brother Hao were dealt with by Ye Xuan, lying on the ground, crying in agony! Ye Xuan stopped swinging the nunchucks and stood proudly among the fallen crowd, exuding a domineering aura. The scene resembled the iconic shot from "Fist of Fury", where Bruce Lee challenges the Samurai dojo, intensely thrilling! Looking at the man in the center of the hall, everyone was so shocked they couldn’t speak. The ground before them was littered with people, all incapacitated with heads cracked open or limbs broken, creating an intense visual impact. "Bruce Lee! He is Bruce Lee!" Someone in the crowd shouted. If he was considered a Shaolin secular disciple before, at this moment, Ye Xuan was simply Bruce Lee reincarnated. "Gulp..." Brother Hao stood frozen in place, his face pale, throat rolling as he swallowed his saliva. This scene was simply unbelievable to him. He was supposed to have the upper hand. How did it come to this? "Come here." Ye Xuan hung the nunchucks around his neck, beckoned with his finger towards him with a challenging expression. Brother Hao stiffened, attempted to flee towards the hall’s exit, but this time, Ye Xuan didn’t let him have his way; with a flash, he appeared right in front of him. "Can you run?" Ye Xuan looked at him with a cold gaze, no smile on his face, terrifyingly calm. Brother Hao broke out in a cold sweat, realizing he had messed with someone he shouldn’t have. Could this guy really be Bruce Lee? Facing such a fierce man, he felt no resistance. "Big... Big brother, this, this is all a misunderstanding." Brother Hao stuttered, reaching into his pocket, glancing around nervously as he moved towards Ye Xuan. Just as everyone thought he was about to beg for mercy, a vicious look crossed Brother Hao’s face, and he pulled a gun from his pocket, the dark muzzle pointed at Ye Xuan.

Chapter 270 Is He Bruce Lee? (2 more updates)

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