Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2118 - 448: Urgent Rescue 4

Wang Yue wasted no time overthinking and bolted straight out the door, firing up the navigation on his communicator before charging toward the spot Yan Fangfei had pinpointed.

At the peak speed of a Transcendent Realm powerhouse, he could outrun even hover cars across brief spans.

Plus, thanks to his mastery of the Wind God Leg method, Wang Yue's pace probably matched or exceeded that of any top-tier Transcendent Realm fighter.

As a result, just minutes later, Wang Yue neared the target area—an sprawling factory zone riddled with tricky layouts.

Deep into the night, all the laborers had clocked out, turning the whole site into a ghost-quiet expanse.

Li Yingying's mentor carried an air of deep secrecy, hinting at some elite origins.

The peril she was in demanded utmost caution from even Wang Yue, so he stayed utterly silent and crept stealthily to the exact position Yan Fangfei had tracked her to.

A modest steel shack sat inside the factory grounds. It seemed Li Yingying had ducked in there before. Yet by the time Wang Yue showed up, she was nowhere in sight.

Right as he prepared to ping Yan Fangfei for a fresh fix on Li Yingying's whereabouts, an eerie chuckle echoed from close by.

Next came a voice declaring, "Senior Sister Yu, didn't you see this coming? After running for decades, you've ended up right in my grasp."

Then Li Yingying's master replied: "Truly unforeseen. I, Yu Suxin, dodged hunts from endless powerhouses, just to perish by these petty weaklings."

These words sparked a mix of relief and alarm in Wang Yue. Relief hit because her presence meant Li Yingying had to be nearby too.

Alarm struck since, from this near distance, he detected zero ripples of true energy.

Did that mean the foes targeting Li Yingying and her master ranked beyond the seventh layer of the Transcendent Realm?

Unlikely as it sounded, to play it safe, Wang Yue held back from charging in. He slunk closer instead—after all, with the enemies monologuing like classic fools, the pair faced no instant threat.

The odd laugher spoke again: "Death? Not that easy. Senior Sister Yu, you slaughtered your spouse and his whole clan on your wedding night, then roamed for decades. Bet you haven't felt a man's touch since, huh?

How about us brothers give you a taste, to honor that stunning figure. And this young one—she's your apprentice, no doubt? So fresh and delicate-looking. We'll take her off your hands too."

"You'll never pull that off!" Yu Suxin's tone brimmed with sorrow, fury, and resolve.

Wang Yue pictured it instantly: Yu Suxin, consumed by utter rage, triggering a forbidden art to blow herself up, taking her pupil and the villains along in the blast.

At that thought, Wang Yue ditched any stealth. He bellowed, "Hold it!" and surged ahead.

Getting closer revealed the full picture: Li Yingying and her master cornered against a wall, their complexions ashen, eyes burning with desperation and loathing.

Four figures in dark garb faced them, grins smug with victory.

Wang Yue's abrupt entry jolted everyone on both sides.

The black-robed quartet snapped into guard stances, as Li Yingying and her master recoiled in fear.

"Wang Yue, stay out of this—leave now!" Li Yingying pleaded in haste.

Regret gnawed at her now. She'd only aimed to bare her heart one final time before the end, ensuring no loose ends in death.

Yet who'd guess Wang Yue was in Tianhai too, and tracked her down so swiftly?

This mess had dragged him into real peril.

Though Yu Suxin held less attachment to Wang Yue than her student did, she refused to drag outsiders into it.

Thus, she told the four rogues, "He's no part of us. Release him. I'll return to Xuan Su Sect with you for your reward. Refuse, and I'll end it all here, slashing your shot at glory."

"End it? If you could, why wait this long?" The head thug scoffed. His timbre marked him as the earlier creepy laugher, Wang Yue noted.

"Test me then!" Yu Suxin shot back icily, while secretly transmitting to Wang Yue: "I'll stall them—you grab the opening to flee. I won't let Yingying go with unfinished business."

Even if her main worry wasn't her own fate, the gesture touched Wang Yue deeply.

Still, he held steady, no rash moves, as those four dark figures still showed no true energy stir.

Li Yingying and her master's reserves were drained dry, so silence from them made sense. But these foes appeared fresh and poised for battle—why no energy pulse?

Either their power dwarfed Wang Yue's, hiding it from him, or some hidden method or gear masked their true energy flows.

Wang Yue leaned toward the second option, yet he avoided chances. Rescuing Li Yingying and her master came first; vengeance could follow.

Thus, Wang Yue edged toward Li Yingying and the other. Abruptly channeling Wind God Leg, he blurred like a specter to their spot, scooped them up in turn, and bolted.

"Idiot—courting doom!" The lead thug roared in rage. He gestured sharply, commanding his trio, "Seize him!"

The quartet pursued Wang Yue at once.

But mere steps in, Wang Yue halted abruptly and whirled to confront the four in black.

"Set us free and escape!" Li Yingying urged frantically.

Yu Suxin lit up with hope from Wang Yue's earlier burst of speed; his strength outstripped her guesses by miles. He could surely handle those four without breaking a sweat.

That insight prompted Wang Yue's pause.

As the black-clad pursuers lunged, their true energy finally surged into view, exposing their realms.

The boss hovered at the third layer of Degenerate Mortal Realm, the rest in True Return Realm—one cresting its peak, two deep in late stages.

These foes posed no real test for Wang Yue anymore, though astonishment lingered.

Earlier, Li Yingying's master had dismissed them as nobodies, and they'd not contested it.

Was it sheer arrogance on their part, or did her words ring true, leaving them no room to argue?

The second possibility hinted at layers of hidden depth.

The four lacked Yu Suxin's sharp insight. With Wang Yue's swift shifts in momentum, they couldn't gauge his level. Brimming with assurance, they skipped warnings and barreled in to strike.

Wang Yue feared dropping Li Yingying and her master would invite attacks on them, so he kept his grip, pivoted his stance, and countered with the Wind God Leg's follow-up move, "Wind Grass Strength," unleashing a flurry of kicks.

Bang bang bang~

Three thudding impacts landed nearly together, hurling the True Return Realm trio back to crash and spasm on the ground—clearly lifeless.

Just the leader dodged Wang Yue's kick barrage. Astonished, he demanded, "What are you, really?"

Wang Yue stayed silent. He pressed on with relentless kicks, each swifter than the prior.

Wang Yue's true energy boasted rare refinement beyond typical fighters.

He wielded Wind God Leg, a low heavenly-rank art, yet in his hands, it rivaled mid heavenly-rank prowess.

Even against equal footing or a couple layers above, the black-clad foe couldn't hold up.

What's more, lagging a full realm behind Wang Yue sealed his doom.

Wang Yue's relative newness to Wind God Leg let the thug endure roughly ten strikes before a chest hit floored him, gravely wounded.

In that span, the man attempted flight, but his velocity paled against Wang Yue's Wind God Leg training. Escape proved impossible.

He even tried signaling his backing sect, but Wang Yue had deployed Yan Fangfei's advanced tech to jam all transmissions in the zone. Nothing got through.

Once the leader lay broken, Wang Yue didn't pause. One final kick dispatched him to reunite with his fallen comrades.

Afterward, Wang Yue claimed the four's space rings and channeled true energy to obliterate every trace of them.

Only then did he gently lower Li Yingying and her master. He inquired, "You both okay?"

Li Yingying gaped at Wang Yue, a whirlwind of awe, joy, and disbelief swirling within.

Her master had called those four elite killers, one a Degenerate Mortal Realm heavyweight no less.

Yet against Wang Yue, they crumpled like untrained kids. Just how mighty was he?

Yu Suxin wavered too, forced to concede her error in judging him. Wang Yue's gifts and base outshone Jinling's top clans by far.

Not even standard martial sanctuaries birthed such prodigies. Only peak legacy sects might forge one like him.

After a stunned pause, Yu Suxin let her eyes flutter shut and collapsed.

"Master!" Li Yingying wailed, clutching her mentor's lithe form and begging frantically, "Brother-in-law, save her—please!"

"What's wrong with her?" Wang Yue puzzled aloud. She'd seemed steady moments before—how the sudden blackout?

"Master took heavy wounds to her core long ago, wrecking her cultivation base. To fend off those thugs just now, she pushed beyond her limits.

That triggered her old hurts anew," Li Yingying clarified.

Wang Yue clasped Yu Suxin's slender wrist, probing her pulse. Medicine eluded his expertise, but he felt her meridians in wild chaos, teetering on total breakdown.

"How bad is it?" Li Yingying pressed, worry etched deep.

"Grave condition. We gotta hole up somewhere stable first," Wang Yue replied, brow furrowed.

Yu Suxin's state barred further jostling.

Yet the Warrior Hotel was off-limits. Clues pointed to those black-clad goons having heavyweight allies. Any leak could alert their network.

Wang Yue had a backup: Zhang Hong. Tianhai bowed to his control, so securing a safe spot was child's play.

Once connected, Zhang Hong rolled up fast, Li Gang and Wu Li in tow.

Li Gang and Li Yingying shared a startled reunion there.

Chitchat would wait, though. They altered looks and slipped to one of Zhang Hong's covert dens.

Not even his kin knew of it, ensuring ironclad security.

With Yu Suxin tucked in, Wang Yue dismissed Zhang Hong and crew, keeping just Li Yingying. He confided, "Yingying, your master's salvation hinges on one path now. But whether she'll consent... that's unclear."