Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

As Ye Fei and Li Canghai watched in awe, Liliya closed the distance and unleashed a rapid five-hit combo: a punch, an elbow strike, a shoulder thrust, a back slam, and finally, she leaped up and slammed her disproportionately curvaceous hips into the man's chest.

Though each strike wasn't particularly powerful, the combination was enough to bring the hulking giant to his knees.

"Bravo!" Ye Fei slammed his hand on the armrest of his chair. He could see that Liliya didn't rely on complex techniques—she fought purely on instinct, using every part of her body as a weapon.

This kind of combat awareness wasn't something that could be taught; it was a natural gift. With this talent, Liliya truly lived up to her title of "War Angel."

Ye Fei was convinced that if Liliya had a physique and internal energy like his, she would surpass him. While he had developed his brain to its limits, excelling in every aspect far beyond ordinary people, he lacked this instinctive combat genius.

Though it was unlikely she'd reach his level, with proper training, Liliya could undergo a qualitative transformation. Even with only basic internal energy, she could easily take on an early-stage Xiantian master.

However, if she were to join him, Ye Fei would have to train her carefully. While every part of her body could be used as a weapon, he'd make sure to protect her chest and hips—those were too precious to risk injury.

As he thought about it, his mind began to wander. It wasn't that he lacked self-control, but the War Angel was simply too alluring. Her youthful face paired with a mature body gave her a charm that rivaled even Yan Ruyu's.

While Ye Fei was lost in thought, the hulking man, unable to withstand Liliya's relentless assault, collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

Liliya stopped, panting heavily as she stared at the man she had just defeated. Her chest, already prominent, heaved dramatically, making the fabric of her outfit seem like it was on the verge of giving out.

"Liliya, kill him!" the old man shouted again, either reveling in the bloodlust or trying to please the crowd.

A flicker of reluctance passed through Liliya's lake-blue eyes. She hesitated for a moment but eventually lunged forward, delivering a fatal blow to the man's throat, ending his life.

After killing the man, Liliya didn't celebrate like the previous winners. Instead, she silently walked off the stage and sat down next to the old man, who immediately began berating her for showing mercy in the ring.

Listening to the old man's tirade, Ye Fei's disgust for him grew. It wasn't that he disagreed with the sentiment—if he were Liliya's master, he would have been even stricter. In a life-or-death arena, showing mercy to an enemy was akin to cruelty to oneself.

But this wasn't the time for such a lecture. Liliya was shaken after taking a life, and shouting at her now could easily damage her psyche.

After all, she was still just a girl—even if she wasn't as young as she looked, she couldn't be older than twenty.

Regardless of Ye Fei's thoughts or the old man's yelling, the fights continued. Winners cheered, losers despaired, and the audience remained electrified.

In the next two matches, Liliya's performance was equally impressive. Perhaps spurred by the old man's scolding, she fought with even more ferocity, abandoning her earlier tactic of dodging to tire her opponents. Instead, she went straight for the kill, using her unique techniques to swiftly take down her opponents, leaving one dead and the other severely injured.

Finally, the much-anticipated final match arrived. On one side was Liliya, the flawless War Angel in both skill and appearance. Her opponent was an unremarkable, thin man in his thirties.

Unlike Liliya, who had dominated her way to the finals, this man had struggled through each fight, making him the underdog.

The crowd, including the defeated bosses, cheered for Liliya, the undisputed star of the night. None of them cared about the dead or injured fighters—even if Liliya had spared them, these bosses would have discarded them as useless.

Amid the cheers, Ye Fei's brow furrowed. He had noticed something the others hadn't—the thin man was an internal energy master, a peak Houtian expert.

Ye Fei had been so focused on Liliya's fights that he hadn't paid attention to this man earlier. Now, it was too late to intervene; the fight was about to begin.

Liliya seemed to sense her opponent's strength as well. Unlike her previous matches, she didn't charge forward immediately. Instead, she retreated at the start, trying to gauge his abilities.

But the thin man didn't give her that chance. Perhaps because it was the final match, he stopped holding back.

With speed far surpassing Liliya's, he closed the distance in an instant and landed a devastating punch on her left shoulder before she could react.

"Crack!"

The loud sound made it clear that this wasn't just a dislocated shoulder—her bone had been shattered. Liliya, who had remained silent throughout the fights, let out a scream as her body was sent flying across the ring.

The thin man wasn't done. As Liliya bounced off the ropes and came back toward him, he struck again, this time shattering her right shoulder.

Then, with his fingers curled into a claw, he aimed for her left ribcage.

Eagle Claw Sect!

Seeing the metallic sheen on the thin man's claw-like hand, Ye Fei instantly recognized his identity. He also knew that if the man managed to strike Liliya, he could rip her heart out. In that case, even Ye Fei wouldn't be able to save the poor girl.

At that thought, Ye Fei no longer cared about saving face for Li Canghai. He unleashed his domain power, and in the blink of an eye, his figure vanished from beside Li Canghai and reappeared on the stage, standing between the thin man and Liliya. He grabbed the man's outstretched hand and said in a low, commanding voice, "Enough. Stop."

The sudden turn of events left everyone in shock. The thin man caught off guard, froze mid-attack. Liliya, though her arms were broken, still had the will to fight but was equally stunned.

The bosses in the audience gaped in astonishment, and the crowd of over ten thousand collectively held their breath.

No one had seen how the young man had appeared on the stage—it was as if he had been there all along, simply revealing himself. The scene was beyond comprehension.

While everyone else was stunned, Ye Fei remained calm. Not wanting to hold onto the man's hand for too long, he gave a slight flick of his wrist, sending the thin man flying backward.

Then, in a voice only the three of them could hear, he said, "You're from the Eagle Claw Sect, right? Go back to where you belong, or I'll wipe your sect off the map."

Ye Fei didn't kill the man on the spot because he figured the Eagle Claw Sect members in Wanghai hadn't yet had time to relay his previous warning. Therefore, this man wasn't technically defying his orders.

Liliya had no idea what the Eagle Claw Sect was, and even if she did, she wouldn't have cared. With her opponent subdued by this sudden, powerful figure, she finally let her guard down.

But as soon as she relaxed, the pain from her shattered shoulders overwhelmed her, threatening to knock her unconscious.

The thin man, however, paled at Ye Fei's words. The fact that the young man could identify his sect meant he was undoubtedly from the hidden world.

The Eagle Claw Sect wasn't a major player in that realm, and though the man didn't yet know who this terrifyingly powerful youth was, he already felt the urge to retreat.