Xiao Feng's temper flared; never before had he encountered a man like Gui Yao. Despite exerting his full strength, he still could not fell this lean, tenacious figure. A murderous intent began to stir within him.
Yet Gui Yao merely chuckled, "Heh, you think shooting me will let you walk away unscathed? Take a look around…"
Xiao Feng glanced about. Nearly a hundred soldiers, weapons trained steadily on him.
A scoffing laugh escaped his lips. "You really think a crowd like this can intimidate me? How naive—long hair, short sight."
Gui Yao's brow furrowed deeply. "You're just a psychic, aren't you? You might handle one or two of us, but against so many? You'll see."
The count stepped forward, addressing Gui Yao, "Enough. Don't provoke him. His psychic powers are formidable. Surrender."
Gui Yao shot the count a venomous glare. "Surrender? In our Gui Yao Gang? Even if we fall in battle, there is no surrender. Understand?"
The count shook his head in disbelief. "Damn, are you insane?"
Xiao Feng regarded Gui Yao coolly. "Alright, you've got some spine. I'll give you one last chance. If I can't kill you within ten minutes, I'll let you go—and never pursue this matter again."
A sinister smile tugged at Gui Yao's lips. "And what if you do manage to kill me?"
Xiao Feng laughed, "If I kill you, it'll just be your misfortune. You brought this on yourself."
Setting aside the Black Angel rifle, Xiao Feng rubbed his knuckles.
Gui Yao called to his men, "Hold your fire! I want a one-on-one with him!" With that, he crouched and launched a savage uppercut toward Xiao Feng's jaw.
Xiao Feng granted him that single punch, then seized Gui Yao's wrist. Instantly, the memory of a cross lock technique from Rice flashed through his mind. He rolled, clamping his legs around Gui Yao's neck, and slammed him to the ground.
Clamping down tightly, Xiao Feng sneered, "Well? Admit defeat?"
"Damn it! Ten minutes aren't up yet, and you haven't killed me…" Gui Yao grasped desperately at Xiao Feng's legs, struggling to pry them apart. But no matter how fiercely he tried, he couldn't overcome Xiao Feng's evolved psychic strength.
"Then don't blame me for being ruthless." With a surge of energy, Xiao Feng applied crushing pressure. A sickening crack echoed as Gui Yao's neck snapped.
Watching Gui Yao's lifeless head slump aside, Xiao Feng slowly rose, frowning at the grotesquely sprawled figure. "You fall so easily… and yet you pretend to be a boss?"
Suddenly, a shout rang out, "Boss is dead! Revenge for the boss!"
Gunfire erupted in a deafening roar.
Metallic psychic powers surged around Xiao Feng, deflecting the bullets against an invisible shield. They clattered harmlessly to the floor.
The entire Gui Yao gang froze in disbelief, unable to comprehend why no bullet could breach Xiao Feng's defense.
Then, a sharp hand shot upward. "Hold fire! Bullets don't grow on trees!"
This time, it was Xiao Feng who was startled. He turned to see Gui Yao struggling upright from the ground, eyes wide in shock.
With his head tilted grotesquely to one side, Gui Yao steadied himself, clutching his skull. With a grim effort, he straightened—his face battered, blood trickling faintly from his nose.
"Heh… only a few minutes have passed," Gui Yao declared, resolute.
"Whoa, you're alive again?" Xiao Feng could hardly believe his eyes. The neck break had seemed fatal. His anger flared anew; he delivered a thunderous kick to Gui Yao's chest.
Gui Yao feebly attempted to resist but was sent sprawling across the floor, sliding ten meters before coming to rest. For Xiao Feng, that was barely a second.
Xiao Feng sprang forward in a flash, closing the distance to the mutt's side. Planting one foot under Gui Yao's ribs, he gripped the man's arms and yanked hard. "Give up now, or I'll rip your arms off."
The agonized Gui Yao froze but gritted his teeth defiantly. "I won't give up. So what?"
Xiao Feng's stubbornness flared. With a sharp yank and a sickening crack, he tore Gui Yao's arm off, blood spraying.
Gui Yao screamed in agony.
The gang erupted in fury, howling wildly, "Damn it! We'll fight you to the death!"
"Let go of the boss!"
"Kill that bastard!"
"Charge!"
Reckless gang members surged forward, knowing bullets no longer fazed Xiao Feng. They hoped to overwhelm him with sheer numbers.
Unfazed, Xiao Feng stepped forward, planting his feet firmly. He called out sharply, "Come on."
His psychic energy erupted in a powerful burst, forming a glowing ring that rapidly expanded. It struck the charging gang members, hurling them back amid screams and chaos.
Surveying the fallen, Xiao Feng hauled Gui Yao's severed arm and faced the man once more.
Against all odds, the one-armed Gui Yao staggered upright, blood pouring from the severed stump. His eyes blazed with ferocity. "How much time is left?"
"Damn, everyone calls me crazy, but you're the real madman. Looks like I have to kill you for good before you'll admit defeat…"
At that moment, the count could no longer stand by. He called out to Xiao Feng, "Show mercy. Leave some life for future meetings. If you don't, even if it's like an egg smashing against a stone, I'll stain you in blood."
Xiao Feng glanced at the count, raising an eyebrow. "Well then… looks like I've met my match today. Alright, let's see what you've got." Tossing Gui Yao's severed arm back to him, Xiao Feng turned to face the count.