Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 207 - 140 Nine Bulls

Chapter 207: 140 Nine Bulls

Fang Zhixing nodded and said, "That’s true, Seven Evils Manor no longer exists."

Hearing this, Ruan Yingchen gave an "oh" in surprise and asked, "Huang Minghao had advanced to the One Beast Realm ten years ago, right? Was he also killed?"

Fang Zhixing nodded and replied, "Yes."

Ruan Yingchen curiously asked, "Who killed him?"

"I’m not quite sure."

Fang Zhixing continued, "I wasn’t present when Huang Minghao was killed. I only heard from the villagers that his death was quite tragic."

The muscular man with a thick beard spoke up, "I’ve heard that it was a master called Fang Zhixing who killed Huang Minghao."

"Who is Fang Zhixing?" Ruan Yingchen wondered.

"Don’t know."

The muscular man shrugged and said, "In these chaotic times, heroes emerge, and a master from the Jianghu might appear at any time, even if nobody has heard of him before."

Ruan Yingchen nodded, but soon lost interest and turned to Fang Zhixing with a smile, "What Martial Arts do you practice?"

Fang Zhixing gestured with his hand and replied, "Seven Evil Palm."

Ruan Yingchen slightly squinted and asked, "You’re carrying a Heavy Blade, could it be that you also know Blade Skill?"

Fang Zhixing replied, "My father was an old acquaintance of ’Hongmao Blade’ Li Fengdeng, so I was fortunate enough to follow Li Fengdeng and learned a bit of Blade Skill."

"Li Fengdeng, hmm, he’s not an unknown figure."

Ruan Yingchen understood and turned to a youth wearing colorful clothes, smiling, "Zhang Zilian, you share the surname Zhang, why don’t you come out and exchange a few moves with Zhang Changji?"

The youth had been grinning irreverently, his demeanor cocky, as if he looked down on everyone.

Upon hearing this, he tossed aside the cup in his hand, stood up, rubbed his hands together, and scoffed in contempt, "The Seven Evil Palm is but a third-rate Martial Art, far inferior to my ’Black Wind Palm.’"

Fang Zhixing remained composed, assumed a stance, and replied, "Cultivation Techniques are practiced by individuals; no matter how good the technique is, if the person is not competent, what’s the point?"

"Bullshit!"

Zhang Zilian flew into a rage, stamped his foot, his muscles bulging, and his whole body seemingly swelled up.

He swooped forward, his right hand cracking, a faint black layer appeared on the back of his hand, and he fiercely slapped down.

Fang Zhixing sidestepped, dodging Zhang Zilian’s palm strike, and in a fluid movement, pressed a palm against his ribcage.

Boom~

Zhang Zilian flew sideways, crashing into a load-bearing column, his body flung out like a broken sack.

"Wow~"

Zhang Zilian raised his head, suddenly coughed out a mouthful of blood, and his vision darkened.

He tried to stand, but for some reason, he couldn’t feel his lower body anymore.

"My spine, is it broken?!"

Zhang Zilian’s face instantly turned pale, in disbelief.

He struggled to look up at Fang Zhixing, his face showing a ghostly expression, and he exclaimed in horror, "You’ve crippled me!"

Fang Zhixing smiled lightly and said, "I didn’t mean to, you just can’t take a hit. Who would have thought that my palm strike, merely exerting thirty percent of my strength, would cripple you."

These words were utterly devastating!

"Pfft!"

Zhang Zilian spurted blood, his head drooped, and he passed out.

Ruan Yingchen straightened up, his eyes lit up.

The expressions of others turned solemn, their gazes unanimously focused on Fang Zhixing.

Zhang Zilian was no ordinary martial artist; he was a Perfection of the Great Python Realm, and naturally, he was arrogantly assertive due to his youth.

Who would have thought...

"Hahaha, excellent!"

Ruan Yingchen was overjoyed, stood up, clapped his hands, and laughed, "There’s always someone stronger, and Zhang Zilian was too careless, not understanding that beyond the heavens, there are other heavens; beyond people, there are other people."

Fang Zhixing scoffed and responded, "A trash like him, careful or not, would still be no match for me."

Ruan Yingchen paused and then laughed heartily, "Exactly, even if he had given his all, he wouldn’t be a match for you, Brother Zhang."

He made a gesture of invitation, "Brother Zhang, please take the seat of honor."

Fang Zhixing smoothly took his seat, and immediately, two attractive young women came up to attend to his food and drink.

Meanwhile, two servants in gray hurried inside, cleaned up the bloodstains on the floor, and carried away Zhang Zilian.

At this moment, the muscular man with a thick beard suddenly asked, "Zhang Changji, from what I know of the Seven Evil Palm, it shouldn’t have such power. How did you train it?"

Fang Zhixing raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do you know the Seven Evil Palm well?"

The muscular man chuckled and said, "The Seven Evil Palm isn’t exclusive to Huang Minghao; I have a friend who also practiced the Seven Evil Palm."

Fang Zhixing nodded and said, "You have some insight. I have Innate Divine Strength; thus, whenever I practice any martial art, its power is significantly amplified."

"Innate Divine Strength!!"

The muscular man’s eyes widened, visibly moved.

People looked at each other, marveling in amazement.

Ruan Yingchen exclaimed, "Brother Zhang, you must be a One Beast Realm master, right? You chose to strengthen your power. May I ask how strong you are?"

Fang Zhixing shook his head and said, "I can’t say; I haven’t tested it."

He stretched out his hand, making a wrist-wrestling motion, and laughed, "How about it, Master Ruan, would you like to have a match with me?"

Ruan Yingchen waved his hand and said, "I’ve strengthened my defense and agility; I definitely can’t compare with you in strength."

He gestured towards a burly man in a corner and laughed, "Wu Zizhong, you are also from the Giant Bear Series, why don’t you give it a try?"

"Alright!"

The burly man stood up, took off his beast skin clothes, bared his chest, and sat down opposite Fang Zhixing.

He placed his hand on the table, his elbow steadied upon the tabletop.

Fang Zhixing calmly took his hand.

Both men were ready.

Ruan Yingchen picked up a cup and smashed it to the ground.

Crash!

At the moment the cup shattered, the burly man’s whole body muscles swelled, particularly the muscles on his right arm, which inflated as if pumped with air, bursting forth with astonishing strength.