Urban Martial Saint

Chapter 1733 - 1733: Nine-Fingered Wu Yong

With the two men leading the way, it took less than ten minutes for Handsome Fatty Wang to drive to where Nine-Fingers Wu Yong lived.On the way, the two men basically recounted the situation on Nine-Fingers Wu Yong's side.

Just as Handsome Fatty Wang said, in the Northern Tomb-Raiding Realm, Nine-Fingers Wu Yong is considered a top figure. He has a group of forces under him. Although not as numerous as the South Ridge Sect, with its factions, Nine-Fingers Wu Yong's influence in this area is very strong.

Nine-Fingers Wu Yong lives in a manor in the suburbs, which is also his base, with at least a hundred followers under him. Among these hundred people, half are skilled tomb-raiders who frequently raid tombs with Nine-Fingers Wu Yong, while the other half are martial artists hired by him.

Nine-Fingers Wu Yong's division of labor is extremely clear—some people raid tombs, some sell illegal goods, and another group protects their safety. Therefore, despite acquiring many valuable items over the years, no one dares to cause trouble for Nine-Fingers Wu Yong.

Listening to the two men describe the situation in the manor, Ye Qing vaguely guessed that there must be a top-level master stationed there. Otherwise, with Nine-Fingers Wu Yong's wealth accumulated over these years, someone would have coveted it. The fact that he can live here so securely is simply impossible without a top-level master overseeing it!

If it were in the past, Ye Qing would not dare to come over lightly with a top-level master present. But things are different now. With Ye Qing's current strength, a top-level master poses no threat to him at all.

Seeing the manor from a distance, Handsome Fatty Wang stopped the car. Ye Qing glanced at him curiously and asked, "Why are you stopping the car?"

"Up ahead is Nine-Fingers Wu Yong's manor. Although we lost that car following us earlier, they would've definitely called back by now," Handsome Fatty Wang said. "I bet the manor is already prepared, just waiting for us to enter. Driving up like this is too obvious. To go in, we need to first come up with a foolproof attack plan."

While Handsome Fatty Wang was meticulous in his thinking, Ye Qing simply shook his head and said, "No need to overthink it, just go straight in."

"Come on, you used to be so cautious. Why are you being so careless this time?" Handsome Fatty Wang exclaimed, "This is their territory. If we waltz in like this, what's the difference from walking to our deaths?"

"It's fine, we can just go right in." Ye Qing's tone brooked no argument. With his current strength, he wasn't afraid of Nine-Fingers Wu Yong. Moreover, he didn't want to waste time, as Shenchuan City was still waiting, and he needed to quickly find a way to deal with the Corpse Ghost Dragon.

"Alright then." Handsome Fatty Wang shrugged and said, "Then Fat Lord will go crazy with you this time."

Driving up to the manor, when they were still about a dozen meters from the gate, the manor's entrance suddenly opened. Handsome Fatty Wang didn't hesitate and drove straight into the manor. He was about to park in the middle of the courtyard, but Ye Qing stopped him.

"Park on the side." Ye Qing said softly.

"Why?" Handsome Fatty Wang asked curiously.

Ye Qing replied helplessly, "Parking in the middle without any cover—if someone has gunmen in wait, we'd both be shot to death as soon as we stepped out."

"True." Handsome Fatty Wang immediately drove to the side of the courtyard wall. In front was a large tree, and behind was an artificial hill, providing cover on both sides. These elements were enough to obscure most people's view, making it a relatively safe spot.

After stopping the car, Handsome Fatty Wang was about to open the door and get out, but Ye Qing stopped him.

"Wait in the car first, I'll go out." Ye Qing handed a handgun to Handsome Fatty Wang, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly, "If they start shooting, drive away immediately."

"What about you?" Handsome Fatty Wang asked anxiously.

"Don't worry about me." Ye Qing said quietly, "These people can't kill me."

"Come on, don't be overconfident." Handsome Fatty Wang mumbled, but he still patted Ye Qing on the shoulder and said softly, "Be careful."

Ye Qing nodded, tucked a gun into his sleeve, opened the car door, and walked out. As he entered the manor, he had already observed the courtyard's layout, naturally knowing where people were hidden.

The courtyard was empty; when Ye Qing stepped out, he became the only person visible there, making him a very obvious target. As soon as he came out, several red dots appeared on his body. Ye Qing saw clearly that these were the targeting markers commonly used by snipers. It seemed that Nine-Fingers Wu Yong's strength was even more formidable than Ye Qing had estimated; there were snipers stationed in the manor as well.

Aimed at by several sniper rifles, Ye Qing showed no sign of concern. His Six Senses now far surpassed those of a normal person, and his reaction time was extremely fast. He was confident that he could dodge as the opponent fired. Judging by the distance of these sniper rifles from him, he was certain he could dodge the bullets when they fired.

Ye Qing slowly took a few steps forward and said loudly: "Is this how Nine-Fingers Wu Yong treats guests?"

"Hahaha..." After a moment of silence, a loud laugh was heard from behind the distant courtyard wall, and a man of about sixty slowly stepped down the stairs.

The man's face was arrogant, his eyes cunning, clearly not a good person. Behind him followed five middle-aged men, judging by their gait, their Inner Strength seemed quite good; they were clearly masters.

Seeing this man appear, Handsome Fatty Wang immediately poked his head out of the car and shouted: "Nine-Fingers Wu Yong, you bastard turtle. I spoke to you nicely about heading to the tomb together, and you ****** sent people to kill me, you bastard, trying to double-cross me!"

With Handsome Fatty Wang's shout, Ye Qing was certain that this man was Nine-Fingers Wu Yong. Calculating the distance between himself and Nine-Fingers Wu Yong in his mind, Ye Qing slowly moved forward.

"Are you Nine-Fingers Wu Yong?" Ye Qing coldly smiled and said, "Famous in name but not in reality, huh."

Nine-Fingers Wu Yong ignored Handsome Fatty Wang, scanning Ye Qing up and down, and said coldly: "You are Ye Qing, the closed-door disciple of Northern Fist King Li Changqing?"

"Even Nine-Fingers Wu Yong has heard of my name?" Ye Qing asked.

"Forced the South Ridge Sect to split and abandon their territory which they had managed for so many years, how could I not know?" After saying this, Nine-Fingers Wu Yong's expression suddenly turned cold and he said sternly: "Ye Qing, stop right there!"

Ye Qing had been slowly moving forward, aiming to close the distance between himself and Nine-Fingers Wu Yong for an unexpected attack. However, Nine-Fingers Wu Yong turned out to be very vigilant, directly halting Ye Qing. Ye Qing stopped, after all, several sniper rifles were pointed at him.

"Is Nine-Fingers Wu Yong afraid of me in his own territory?" Ye Qing asked mockingly.

"You destroyed the South Ridge Sect; this small fry naturally can't stand a chance against you," Nine-Fingers Wu Yong said smugly upon seeing Ye Qing stop. "But this is not the South Ridge Sect, and I am not those few useless people. You want to deal with me, it's not that easy. Ye, today you've come here, don't expect to walk out alive!"

"Is that so?" Ye Qing smiled faintly and said: "Nine-Fingers Wu Yong, you made me stand here because you're afraid I'd get too close and suddenly take you down?"

Nine-Fingers Wu Yong's mouth twitched slightly; he was indeed afraid of Ye Qing and dared not let him get close. Ye Qing's public remark embarrassed him deeply.

"This is my territory, I say what goes!" Nine-Fingers Wu Yong said sternly: "Ye Qing, I know you have good relations with some masters, but what of it? Now the Corpse Ghost Dragon is attacking Shenchuan City; whether those master friends of yours survive is uncertain. Today you came to my territory, so I'll kill you and take your head to present to the Great Necromancer of the Corpse Ghost Dragon. When the Grand Master commands the world, my brothers and I can gain some benefits. Ye Qing, today you're here to bring us some perks, hahaha..."

"Wu Yong, you're confident and clever. But sometimes, intelligence leads to mistakes," Ye Qing smiled faintly and said: "Do you really think at this distance, I can't deal with you?"

"What do you mean?" Nine-Fingers Wu Yong's expression changed, realizing something was wrong, and urgently said: "Fire, kill him!"

As soon as Nine-Fingers Wu Yong's voice fell, Ye Qing directly moved. Ye Qing employed the Carefree Movement he learned, his speed reaching the extreme at this moment, akin to an agile Cheetah, sprinting along the courtyard wall. Gunfire erupted all around, as snipers hidden in the dark fired simultaneously, but Ye Qing was no longer at his original position. Ye Qing's speed was too fast, they couldn't get a lock on him, and all bullets missed.

The distance between Ye Qing and Nine-Fingers Wu Yong was about thirty meters, and within three breaths, Ye Qing charged up to Nine-Fingers Wu Yong. Nine-Fingers Wu Yong couldn't even turn to flee before Ye Qing chased him down.

"Protect me! Protect me!" Nine-Fingers Wu Yong shouted loudly, and the five middle-aged men beside him immediately lunged towards Ye Qing.

"Stick to the Mountain!" Ye Qing shouted aloud, and his whole body, akin to a cannonball, crashed into them, scattering all five men.

The power of Bajiquan's Stick to the Mountain was extremely terrifying; Ye Qing could send people flying without Inner Strength. Now possessing Inner Strength of a Peak Master, though unable to fully utilize it, this strike would daze Top-Level Masters, let alone these five men.

Nine-Fingers Wu Yong didn't expect Ye Qing to be so formidable; within an instant, he charged thirty meters. Seeing Ye Qing send the five men flying, he hurriedly retreated. However, Ye Qing was already close and wouldn't let him escape; reaching out his right hand, Ye Qing grabbed Nine-Fingers Wu Yong's collar and pulled him back to his side.