Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 1960 - 289: Teasing 2
Previously on Urban Seduction: Housewives Club...
Zhang Lingfeng was no weakling, being a practitioner at the Ningshen realm himself, and he was flanked by two bodyguards at the Tianyuan realm. Even if Wang Yue were genuinely goaded into a fight, he shouldn't have been able to lay a finger on Zhang Lingfeng.
It brought Zhang Lingfeng a twisted sense of joy to be hated so intensely by those who lacked the power to retaliate.
Little did Zhang Lingfeng know, however, that he had just committed a fatal blunder.
Had he focused his aggression solely on Wang Yue, the latter—still needing time to cultivate his strength—might have endured the slight to maintain his low profile.
Instead, Zhang Lingfeng made the mistake of targeting the woman at Wang Yue’s side, inadvertently striking Wang Yue’s most sensitive nerve.
With slow, deliberate, and unwavering steps, Wang Yue closed the distance to Zhang Lingfeng. A faint smile of pure contempt played on his lips as he suddenly unleashed a barrage of lightning-fast kicks with his right leg.
Crack... Crack...
Two sharp, nearly simultaneous snaps echoed through the room. Zhang Lingfeng’s legs buckled instantly, sending him crashing to the floor.
It took a moment for Zhang Lingfeng to register the situation as his backside hit the ground. Clutching his pulverized knees, he let out a piercing, agonized shriek.
Wang Yue showed no mercy, following up by slamming his foot down onto Zhang Lingfeng’s groin.
"Ah..."
A hysterical wail erupted from Zhang Lingfeng. His hands flew from his knees to his crotch, clutching himself desperately before his eyes rolled back into his head and he slumped into unconsciousness.
His testicles had been completely crushed!
Furthermore, the damage Wang Yue inflicted went far beyond mere physical trauma.
With that single stomp, not only was Zhang Lingfeng’s manhood reduced to pulp, but a violent surge of energy was forced into his system, utterly shattering every one of his Meridians.
No amount of medical expertise or cutting-edge technology could ever hope to restore him.
Everything happened in a flash.
Scarcely a second had passed between Wang Yue’s first move and Zhang Lingfeng’s total ruin. Only after Zhang Lingfeng blacked out did the surrounding crowd finally grasp what had occurred.
Two massive figures blurred toward them like bolts of lightning. While one knelt to assess Zhang Lingfeng’s condition, the other stood as a shield, glaring murderously at Wang Yue.
As bodyguards, their primary duty was Zhang Lingfeng's safety at any cost; vengeance was a secondary concern.
The onlookers were paralyzed with shock. They never imagined Wang Yue would dare assault Zhang Lingfeng—a direct scion of the Zhang family, one of the four titans of Tianhai.
Was Wang Yue not terrified of the Zhang family’s inevitable retribution?
However, in a shadowed corner of the hall, two individuals remained unfazed.
These were two young women. One was elegantly attired, her long hair cascading over her shoulders and her beauty rivaling a masterpiece painting; she carried a refined, ethereal grace, much like a solitary orchid hidden in a deep valley.
Her companion sported short hair and a trendy, athletic outfit that accentuated her lithe, shapely frame.
While she might not have been as breathtaking as the long-haired woman, she was still a beauty in her own right, her bold and spirited aura acting as a perfect foil to her companion’s elegance.
Watching Wang Yue confront the bodyguards, the short-haired girl whispered, "Senior, is it time for us to step in?"
The long-haired woman shook her head. "Not yet. The Palace Master instructed us to only interfere in a life-or-death crisis. We are here simply to observe and ensure Wang Yue and his companions remain safe."
The short-haired woman nodded, her sharp gaze locked onto the two bodyguards. She was ready to move the instant Wang Yue’s life was threatened.
"Young Master Feng... he’s been crippled," the bodyguard examining the injuries reported. He rose to stand beside his partner.
A grim resolve settled in their eyes.
Their sole purpose was to guard Zhang Lingfeng.
With Zhang Lingfeng now disabled under their watch, the consequences they faced back home were too terrifying to contemplate.
Compared to that fate, even declaring war on the three great families of Jinling seemed preferable.
Perhaps they could find a loyal death or at least go out with some shred of honor.
Without a word, the two reached a silent agreement: they would slaughter Wang Yue first, then fight their way into the Wang family estate.
If they could kill, they would; otherwise, they were prepared to die.
"Do you have any final words for the Wang family?" the bodyguard facing Wang Yue sneered.
"No final words for myself, but I have a piece of advice for you: choose your masters more wisely in your next life!" Wang Yue countered. In a blur of motion, his hands shot out to seize both bodyguards by their throats.
The two men laughed mockingly, attempting to counter by locking their arms around Wang Yue's own neck.
The moment their limbs met, they realized their catastrophic error. With two sickening "crack" sounds, their fingers and wrists snapped like dry twigs.
Wang Yue’s momentum didn't falter. Gripping their necks firmly, he released a burst of vital Qi. With another resounding "crack," both men crumpled to the floor, dead to the world.
The crowd, having just regained their senses, was plunged back into a state of disbelief, even more shocked than by the initial attack on Zhang Lingfeng. When had Wang Yue gained such terrifying power?
Even the two girls in the corner were taken aback, whispering, "No wonder he is the Palace Master’s nephew. We have truly underestimated him."
Su Jin’er and her group, however, saw this as perfectly normal; if anything, they felt Wang Yue was showing restraint.
At his current level of Cultivation, Wang Yue could have obliterated those two Tianyuan realm experts without breaking a sweat.
He had engaged them physically merely to create a facade, ensuring his true depth remained a mystery to the public.
If the Tianhai Zhang family realized his true strength, they might dispatch a master from the Defiant realm, which would be a significant headache.
Having neutralized the bodyguards, Wang Yue shifted his gaze toward Zhang Qingtian.
"Zhang Qingtian, I will spare your life today, but take this as a warning: Chu Mo belongs to me. Anyone who thinks they can touch her..." Wang Yue gestured toward the broken Zhang Lingfeng on the floor, "will share this fate."
"I... I understand," Zhang Qingtian stammered, his throat dry and his legs trembling so violently he could barely remain upright.
While Zhang Qingtian was paralyzed by terror, Chu Mo was filled with a sense of triumph.
Just as Xu Yanran had predicted, she had wanted Wang Yue to "claim" her at the wedding. It wasn't about some childish fantasy; she simply desired a grand gesture to validate their bond.
Today, the hall was filled with the elite of various clans and many heads of households. Half of Jinling’s martial power was in attendance.
Before this entire assembly, Wang Yue had staked his claim on her by crippling a direct heir of the Zhang family and taking down two Tianyuan experts. This was a far more powerful statement than any simple "kidnapping" could ever be.