God-Level All-rounder Expert
Chapter 113 - 115, Thunderous Strike!

Chapter 113: Chapter 115, Thunderous Strike!

The towering man was indeed enraged, and he charged toward Fang Yi.

The towering man was a dark-skinned foreigner with a hefty build, standing a full head taller than Fang Yi, exuding an imposing presence. As he rushed forward, Fang Yi sensed a strong aura from him, an aura that indicated the man had been through many battles.

"Xuan Cang man, wait to be defeated by me, I, Bonnet, won’t give you any chances," the towering man sneered, his gaze at Fang Yi filled with contempt and disdain.

"I won’t give you any chances either," Fang Yi replied, without a trace of timidity.

Bonnet’s muscles were exceptionally developed and firm, like rocks, and in an instant, he was in front of Fang Yi, swinging his right fist toward him.

A glint flashed in Fang Yi’s eyes, then he dodged.

Bonnet’s fist missed its mark, and he scoffed, "Don’t dare to take my punch, coward!"

This time Fang Yi didn’t reply, but he still chose to dodge.

At the same time, everyone in the hall had gathered to watch the fight.

"This dark-skinned man is really powerful! He must be a boxing expert!"

"It seems so, I’m finding him more and more familiar."

"He is indeed a boxing expert. He’s been on TV and has fought in underground boxing," someone explained, resolving the doubts of the crowd.

Having fought in underground boxing matches certainly made one an expert. In the minds of the people, underground boxing was bloody, with no set rules, victory only achieved by completely knocking down the opponent. In such fights, broken limbs were a common occurrence.

Therefore, that Bonnet was still alive and in one piece, having defeated many foes, clearly placed him among the ranks of expert boxers.

And with that, everyone subconsciously believed that Bonnet was bound to win.

The hall was abuzz, one could even say the crowd was in a frenzy, as an elder with a walking stick, followed by several people, made his way to a high platform in the hall to sit down.

The patriarch of the Lin Family eyed the bustling scene and asked, "What’s going on over there?"

"It’s like this. Yuanhao has arranged a fighting demonstration for your birthday celebration, sir. A young man is having a boxing match with a foreigner," said a middle-aged man named Lin Fengxiao.

"I see..." The patriarch of the Lin Family narrowed his eyes slightly, saying, "I hope there won’t be any bloodshed, after all, it’s my birthday celebration."

Lin Xiongxiao immediately said, "Of course not, rest assured, patriarch. That foreigner will be measured in his actions against the young man."

Measured?

As if he knew. Lin Xiongxiao thought to himself that it would be best if that youngster’s limbs were broken, to quell his own resentment.

Because of Fang Yi and Bonnet’s duel, the hall was packed to the brim, a sea of heads making what was supposed to be a venue for a birthday feast resemble a dueling ring.

Kong Qingci watched Fang Yi and Bonnet’s duel with a calm expression. Outsiders could not guess her thoughts, but Qingci believed that even though Fang Yi kept dodging, he would win.

Shen Binnan wore a duckbill cap and a mask, trying to avoid being recognized. Watching Fang Yi in the midst, she muttered, "It’d serve you right to get thrashed, always acting so cool."

But she knew that was improbable.

Meanwhile, Lin Mengyan was also watching, with Yiyi and Cai Cai beside her. Yiyi asked innocently and anxiously, "Sister, will big brother lose?"

Lin Mengyan smiled, "Don’t worry, he’s tough as nails, he’ll be fine."

Yiyi uttered a few "ohs" in understanding but still couldn’t help but watch nervously, her delicate little hands clenched tightly, full of concern.

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Bonnet grew furious because no matter how he punched or kicked, and how explosively he turned into a wild beast trying to seize Fang Yi, his opponent just kept dodging. He couldn’t catch him, couldn’t even touch the hem of his clothes.

This made Bonnet increasingly frantic. He had won boxing championships and fought in underground fights, but he was helpless against Fang Yi.

"F*ck! Xuan Cang pig! If you have the guts, stop dodging! If I catch you, I’ll make you wish you were dead!" Bonnet cursed angrily in English.

"Dodging is also a skill. You can’t even catch me, and you want to make me wish I were dead? Don’t you feel embarrassed?" Fang Yi retorted sarcastically.

The result of this was that it made Bonnet even more agitated.

"Fang Yi! Is that all you can do, dodge? Just admit defeat if you can’t fight!" Wang Chuye taunted.

"Is that how you compete with someone? Don’t you all think so?" Li Zhengjie chimed in.

Their remarks immediately received the crowd’s approval.

Li Zhengjie and Wang Chuye’s main aim was to rile up the crowd and put pressure on Fang Yi. This event had been planned by them along with Lin Yuanhao to get back at Fang Yi for past grievances.

"Fine, I will do as you wish," Fang Yi said, agreeing to stop dodging as he felt the time was about right.

"Hmph! Fang Yi, you are dead meat!"

"Wait till you get a slap in the face!"

"Let’s see how you’ll get out of this!"

Wang Chuye, Li Zhengjie, and Lin Yuanhao were unusually excited, eagerly anticipating Fang Yi to be beaten down. They were already imagining the scene of Fang Yi being knocked to the ground, extremely thrilled.

"Xuan Cang pig! I will torture you good!" Seeing that Fang Yi was no longer dodging, a sinister smile appeared on Bonnet’s lips, his eyes reflecting madness. He believed that it would only take two punches to completely take his opponent down.

Bonnet charged toward Fang Yi, his right fist swinging up, aiming for Fang Yi’s face, intending to knock him to the ground with one punch and ensure Fang Yi couldn’t get up with the next.

As Bonnet’s right fist hurtled towards Fang Yi, the crowd was shocked to see that Fang Yi stood still, showing no intention to dodge.

"Has he gone mad, not dodging?"

"He really isn’t dodging when told not to, what a joke!"

As the right fist flew through the air, seemingly about to strike Fang Yi’s face, Fang Yi finally moved. But when he did move, it was so fast that the naked eye could barely see it.

Like lightning, Fang Yi’s hands suddenly grabbed Bonnet’s swinging right fist from the left and right, immobilizing the muscular arm to the point where Bonnet could not move it. The sinister smile froze on Bonnet’s face.

Grasping Skill!

This was a technique from the Eight Extremes Fist. Without waiting for Bonnet to react, Fang Yi swiftly moved again.

Fang Yi flipped over and ended up behind Bonnet. He pulled Bonnet’s right arm and twisted it behind his back. A snapping sound rang out, the sound of a bone breaking.

"Ah!" Bonnet let out a deep, painful cry, his expression agonizing.

The next moment, Fang Yi’s feet tapped continuously on the back of Bonnet’s knees. Bonnet’s stable lower body was broken by Fang Yi, forcing him to kneel on the ground. Then, Fang Yi’s fingers tapped, striking the back of Bonnet’s neck!

Pfft!

Bonnet’s eyes filled with blood, his mouth opened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Thunderous Strike!

Bonnet had no more fight in him and was completely taken out by Fang Yi.

At that moment, the entire hall fell deathly silent.