Chapter 100

The levels of ancient martial arts experts, from lowest to highest, are divided into the Yellow Rank, the Mystic Rank, the Earth Rank, and the Heaven Rank. Each time one ascends a level, their strength significantly increases.

In his previous life, Ye Chenfeng had never fought against ancient martial arts experts, so he was not clear about the strength of each level. However, he was certain that the black-clothed man in front of him was not someone to be underestimated.

"Has your strength reached the Mystic Rank?" Ye Chenfeng asked tentatively.

The black-clothed man paused for a moment, then let out a strange laugh from his throat. "It seems you are very familiar with the ancient martial world! You even know the classification of our strength levels? My strength has indeed reached the Mystic Rank. If you weren't a descendant of the Ye family, I would have considered taking you as my disciple!"

"Who are you? Who is behind your actions against the Ye family?" Before making a move, Ye Chenfeng wanted to learn more from the black-clothed man.

The black-clothed man snorted coldly. "You still want to trick me into talking? You should be satisfied with what I've told you. Now, let me send you to the netherworld! Since I admire you so much, I'll give you a quick death."

The black-clothed man drew a long, linked iron chain from his waist. The chain whistled toward Ye Chenfeng's face, like a silver dragon dancing in the air, leaving trails of illusions and blocking his escape routes.

A powerful sense of oppression hit Ye Chenfeng. Even before the chain struck his face, he felt as if his cheeks were being cut by blades, causing a tearing pain in his skin.

This was the first time since his rebirth that Ye Chenfeng felt a sense of mortal danger. If a Mystic Rank martial artist was this strong, how much stronger would Earth Rank or even Heaven Rank martial artists be? Could they not instantly kill him? Level 4 soul power was really too weak.

Ye Chenfeng pushed his Level 4 soul power to its limits. Since there was no way to avoid it, he had to face it head-on. "Bang, bang, bang, bang—" His fists, enveloped in soul power, struck the incoming chain four times in quick succession.

The black-clothed man took four or five steps back, his eyes wide with disbelief. He hadn't expected Ye Chenfeng to block his chain with his fists. If an ordinary person had tried that, their fists would have been severed.

Ye Chenfeng's display of strength shocked the black-clothed man repeatedly. According to the information he had received, Ye Chenfeng was just a fool suffering from panic disorder. The black-clothed man had come with a leisurely attitude, planning to deal with Ye Chenfeng and Ye Dongjian as a side task. However, reality had exceeded his expectations.

Ye Chenfeng had been forced to use his fists to block the black-clothed man's chain, and now his fists were covered in blood, with white bones visible. The intense pain in his fists made him clench his teeth.

If this continued, Ye Chenfeng and Ye Dongjian would only face death. Ye Chenfeng thought calmly about how to respond. He had finally been reborn five hundred years ago and couldn't die so easily here!

Not far away, Ye Dongjian's sturdy body trembled involuntarily. His eyes were bloodshot with overwhelming anger, and his fists, as large as sandpots, were tightly clenched. However, he knew he couldn't help at all. As Ye Chenfeng had said, if he acted rashly out of anger, he wouldn't just fail to avenge them; he might even cost his own life and drag Ye Chenfeng down with him.

"Very good, I appreciate you more and more. I'm actually a bit reluctant to kill you now. To have such strength at just over twenty years old, your future must be boundless. But why must you bear the surname Ye? What a pity, truly a pity."

The black-clothed man shook his head in apparent regret, then his tone changed, and a chilling aura emanated from his body. "You have the qualifications to be my opponent. I haven't encountered such a skilled expert in the secular world in a long time."

With that, the black-clothed man swung his linked iron chain again. Ye Chenfeng could only dodge, and when he couldn't, he had to block with his bloodied fists. Although his fists were enveloped in soul power, there was a significant gap in strength, and many of the bones in his fists were broken.

The black-clothed man's chain swung faster and faster, until even the chain's shadow was invisible. Ye Chenfeng's clothes were torn into shreds, hanging from his body in tatters, making him look pitiful.

Suddenly, Ye Chenfeng's eyes caught sight of the four small knives embedded in the round iron pillar. An idea formed in his mind, and he began to move step by step toward the iron pillar.

He released his soul power from his body, enveloping the handles of the four knives, slowly pulling them out of the iron pillar.

Because he had to focus on controlling the four knives, Ye Chenfeng's body was repeatedly struck by the chain, leaving numerous wounds on his skin, from which warm blood continuously flowed.

Soon, Ye Chenfeng was forced by the black-clothed man's chain to lean against the round iron pillar. The black-clothed man snorted coldly. "When you meet King Yama in the netherworld, tell him not to let you be born with the surname Ye again."

The chain aimed for Ye Chenfeng's forehead. If he were hit, his head would surely burst open.

Ye Dongjian, noticing the danger, tried to rush over to intervene, but it was too late. He let out a heart-wrenching roar. "No, no, I will kill you, I will kill you."

Ye Dongjian absolutely did not want to see his nephew killed in front of him, while he, as an uncle, could do nothing.

At the critical moment, the four small knives embedded in the iron pillar suddenly pulled out, their tips aimed at the black-clothed man's limbs, and they shot out at an incredible speed.

Ye Chenfeng used all his soul power to control the four sharp knives, each targeting the black-clothed man's tendons in his hands and feet.

"Thud, thud, thud, thud—"

The four sharp knives accurately pierced the black-clothed man's limbs. The soul power pushed the knives to their maximum force, causing the black-clothed man to fly backward several meters.

That move had completely drained Ye Chenfeng's soul power. His bloodied body slid down the round iron pillar and fell to the ground.

At this point, Ye Chenfeng couldn't even lift a hand. Even a child could easily kill him. The pain from his injuries made him let out a muffled groan.