The Most Powerful Overlord

Chapter 132: Arrival of the Middle East Soldier King

There were quite a few people on the surrounding stands, and an old man was sitting on a leather sofa, wearing a white Tang suit, turning two luminous pearls in his hand.

Behind him stood more than a dozen martial arts experts, all dressed uniformly in white, with a large Tang character printed on their clothing.

He was Master Tang, renowned in the Northwest’s dark underworld, though he couldn’t be compared with the noble sects.

Master Tang’s power was formidable, even the great families dared not offend him.

Not far in front of Master Tang stood two men, one wearing a leather jacket studded with rivets, exuding a rogue aura, with earrings and a quirky hairstyle.

Yet his eyes were sharp like a falcon, demanding attention.

The second man was broad and burly, standing at a height of one meter ninety, like a small mountain.

"Master Tang, here is Falcon, whom we just bought. He possesses late-stage martial form cultivation and is proficient in various fighting techniques. He is a popular contestant in Southeast Asia’s death fight tournament and is likely to break into the top ten, or even higher."

"And this is Blast Tiger, with late-stage martial form cultivation. He is an external body training martial artist from the esoteric Buddhist family. It is said that even bullets cannot pierce his body, and he is equally a popular contestant in the fighting tournament."

The person beside could not help but introduce.

Master Tang lazily raised his eyelids: "Good, very good. Now that brat has something to keep him occupied. He won’t pester me every day."

"Indeed, with the abilities of these two, the young master will have a tough time!"

"This way, it will last longer, and I’ll be much more at ease."

Master Tang exhaled.

...

Ye Qingtian and Fan Jingyu were walking in Ever-Bright City. The bustling night scene of this border town was indeed stunning.

It was not inferior to the bustling areas of Jin City at all...

"I used to come here often to practice martial arts. From what I know about Master Tang, he should be at Dingsheng at this time. That’s the most prosperous place in Ever-Bright City."

Fan Jingyu explained.

"Alright, let’s go to Dingsheng!"

Ye Qingtian said.

"Boom..."

Just at that moment, with a loud engine roar, a black Lamborghini Bat stopped beside Ye Qingtian and Fan Jingyu.

"Is that you, Fan Jingyu?"

The car window rolled down, revealing a face wearing sunglasses.

"Half-Step Martial King?"

Ye Qingtian’s eyes flashed. This man unexpectedly had such cultivation, far stronger than Fan Jingyu and Qin Lingtian, almost comparable to Ling Tianlong.

Ever-Bright City was indeed a place full of hidden talents.

"Tang Wuzhen, is it you!"

Fan Jingyu evidently recognized him, his expression dramatically changing.

"You know each other?"

Ye Qingtian asked curiously.

"She’s Master Tang’s son."

Fan Jingyu replied.

Without another word, Tang Wuzhen swiftly exited the car, his powerful presence locking onto Fan Jingyu.

"Fan Jingyu, you escaped several times before. Let’s see where you go this time?"

Tang Wuzhen’s eyes sparkled like he was staring at his prey.

It can be said that Fan Jingyu and Tang Wuzhen came from the same sect, practicing martial arts in Ever-Bright City since childhood.

Tang Wuzhen was a complete combat enthusiast, seeking duels almost daily.

Those lightly injured would be bedridden for half a year, while the seriously injured would have their martial veins crippled.

If you refused to fight him, he’d destroy you and then use various means to kill you.

Those crippled by Tang Wuzhen numbered in the hundreds, even more ruthless than his father, Master Tang.

He had the title of "Devil" in Ever-Bright City.

Fan Jingyu, being formidable, was naturally his chosen target.

Knowing he was no match for him, Fan Jingyu always tried to escape.

Fan Jingyu thought of something, a slight smile appearing on his lips: "Today, I won’t escape. I’ll go with you!"

"Really?"

This made Tang Wuzhen stunned for a moment.

Today was indeed out of the ordinary.

"Of course, do you think I’m afraid of you?"

Fan Jingyu retorted.

Tang Wuzhen’s face lit up with excitement: "Looks like you have some support, huh? But let me see what you’re made of."

Suddenly, Tang Wuzhen’s gaze shifted to Ye Qingtian: "Your friend? Don’t worry, later I’ll only take one of his legs and an arm. I won’t kill him."

Ye Qingtian’s lips curled into a cold smile: "Just you?"

Tang Wuzhen laughed rather than getting angry: "In my eyes, my only opponent is Fan Jingyu. I wouldn’t bother considering an ant, it would be too disgraceful."

"Indeed! To become a young master’s opponent, one must at least be a martial artist with martial form cultivation. But you, being just an ordinary person, the young master won’t even bother killing you!"

Tang Wuzhen’s followers sneered.

After that, no one paid Ye Qingtian any attention.

After all, those qualified to converse with Tang Wuzhen were at least martial artists. Ye Qingtian being an ordinary person, they couldn’t be bothered to glance at him again.

"Come on, no escaping this time."

Eventually, Tang Wuzhen got into the car and drove Ye Qingtian and Fan Jingyu to Dingsheng Club.

Tang Wuzhen directly took Ye Qingtian and Fan Jingyu to the top floor of Dingsheng.

...

On the other side.

A jeep sped along the highway.

Inside the car sat three women and a man.

The women were Kang Yahui, Tan Yushi, and Qiaoqiao.

The man driving wore sunglasses, a cigarette dangling from his lips, glancing flirtatiously at Kang Yahui and the others now and then.

He was none other than the Middle East Soldier King "Sandstorm" Li Zhixuan, as Kang Yahui referred to him.

"Li Zhixuan, I’m warning you, don’t set your sights on Qiaoqiao and Yushi!"

Kang Yahui warned.

Li Zhixuan gave a devilish smile: "I have no intentions toward them, but I wonder, do you need a bodyguard? The kind that’s there with you 24 hours? No salary, and I’ll even pay for it!"

"Get lost! You rogue!"

Kang Yahui chastised.

"What? Is the young lady jealous again?"

Li Zhixuan teased.

Kang Yahui’s face turned serious: "Stop messing around, let’s talk business. Are you really confident you can handle Ye Xiaoyao?"

"Humph! Just a clown, easy to defeat."

Li Zhixuan snorted coldly: "Besides, this time, I want to obtain Ever-Bright City’s treasure. With it, I’ll be invincible!"

"What kind of treasure is it that makes you so confident?"

Qiaoqiao asked curiously.

She still couldn’t believe this Middle East Soldier King could defeat Ye Xiaoyao. In her eyes, Ye Xiaoyao was the invincible one.

Not someone like this slick, rogue Middle East Soldier King.

"That’s confidential for now! By the way, I heard Miss Qiaoqiao has a crush on Ye Xiaoyao? Watch how I defeat him later. Miss Qiaoqiao, don’t fall for me then."

Li Zhixuan winked at Qiaoqiao and made a heart shape with his fingers.

At the top floor of Dingsheng Club, inside Ever-Bright City.

"Dad, look who I brought!"

Tang Wuzhen said with a smile, showing off his accomplishment after arriving at the top floor.

"Huh? It’s actually Fan Family’s young master Fan Jingyu? Why isn’t he dead, and how is he showing up here?"

Master Tang’s men were all shocked.

"Yes! I should ask you guys. Didn’t the Death Designer go to kill him?"

Tang Wuzhen asked in return.

Master Tang’s expression changed, and he shook his head: "I don’t know about that either."