God-Level All-rounder Expert
Chapter 229 - 235: The Eight Extremes Fist Emerges

Chapter 229: Chapter 235: The Eight Extremes Fist Emerges

"You all come at me together, I’m in a hurry."

When Fang Yi uttered these words, his face was expressionless, as nonchalant as a breeze passing through clouds.

However, when the people from the five major alliances in the hall below heard this, the entire room erupted in shock.

How arrogant must one be, to make such an arrogant statement? Not to mention the man Fang Yi had just slapped, Koizumi Ichiro, even the Siluo Country boxer and Liang Yong were enough to give him a hard time.

And Bai Kuang had yet to make a move.

Although Bai Kuang had lost to Fang Yi last time, this time they had heard that Fang Yi had encountered problems during his training and gone mad. How much fighting power could he possibly have left? Even if he managed to defeat Koizumi Ichiro, so what?

Bai Kuang was no longer merely at the Human Level eight, but at the Human Level nine, easily able to crush Fang Yi.

They couldn’t fathom why Fang Yi would make such an arrogant statement.

"Arrogance! Pure arrogance!"

"He’s already a wreck, yet he dares to talk big like this!"

"Young Master Bai, you must teach this guy a harsh lesson later!"

Everyone was pinning their hopes on Bai Kuang, hoping he could defeat Fang Yi and allow them to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Big brother, you’re getting a lot of support," Bai Mingqi said.

"Of course."

"As long as you can defeat Fang Yi, your prestige will certainly rise to another level. By that time, many people will gravitate towards our Bai Family. The White Tiger Alliance relies on him, and if we can defeat him, then they will pose no threat at all."

Bai Mingqi spoke calmly and deliberately, obviously considering many aspects and calculating several factors.

Bai Kuang laughed and said, "Don’t worry, Mingqi, didn’t I tell you? I’ll crush him under my feet."

But Bai Kuang still did not stand up, as it wasn’t yet time for him to make his appearance.

The Siluo Country boxer slowly walked up to Fang Yi. He was dressed in boxer attire, just a pair of sporty shorts with gloves on his hands and bare feet, his eyes fierce and wolf-like.

The Siluo Country boxer said nothing, clenched his fist, then with a thumb down, made a provocative and insulting gesture towards Fang Yi.

Fang Yi’s response was simple, just as Yao Bo liked to give the middle finger, in this moment Fang Yi reciprocated to the Siluo Country boxer by flipping him off.

The Siluo Country boxer made a pre-strike gesture and stance, facing Fang Yi sideways, hopping on the spot, wiping his nose, then with a low roar, he kicked towards Fang Yi.

In that brief, electrifying moment, the Siluo Country boxer’s bare foot, with tremendous force, kicked towards Fang Yi’s face. Yet no one noticed the hint of a cold smile on Fang Yi’s lips.

As the Siluo Country boxer’s bare foot approached Fang Yi’s face, Fang Yi also lifted his leg, faster than his opponent.

Bang!

Fang Yi’s kick landed on the leg the Siluo Country boxer was standing on, forcing him into a split on the ground, instantly neutralizing the fierce momentum he had shown.

Then Fang Yi delivered another kick, this time to the Siluo Country boxer’s face.

Thud!

The Siluo Country boxer fell straight to the ground, making such a dull sound upon impact.

The whole hall was eerily silent!

"How could this be... His fighting power is so strong?!"

"Too terrifying!"

Slap!

Lin Yuanhao slapped the armrest of his chair and stood up abruptly, glaring at Fang Yi on the stage, yet realizing he couldn’t do anything.

Having spent a hefty sum to hire two experts, Fang Yi had defeated them just like that. Where could Lin Yuanhao place his old face now?

Feeling the gaze of many on him, Lin Yuanhao bitterly sat down and angrily said, "Could it be that his claim of a cultivation deviation, of qi-deviation as a mere ruse, was just a self-harm trick to deceive us?"

But at that moment, they saw Fang Yi on the stage staggering, clutching his chest, nearly collapsing. Witnessing this, Lin Yuanhao felt as if he had been invisibly slapped across the face.

He had made a mistake! A real mistake! He had been too hasty; he should have let others go first. The one who sticks his neck out gets shot first, and by rushing, Lin Yuanhao felt a compelling urge to vomit blood.

The reason was simple, Lin Yuanhao had been too eager and had dug his own grave.

...

In a certain corner beneath the stage, Ye Ziqing sat. Before he knew it, Song Haoyue had arrived beside Ye Ziqing, sitting together.

"The effects of the Soft Tendon Tasteless Powder are beginning to take hold. My lord, we mustn’t miss this opportunity, for the young master of the Bai Family is already eager to try," Ye Ziqing said.

With a chuckle, Song Haoyue asked, "Is Soft Tendon Tasteless Powder really that miraculous?"

Ye Ziqing coldly smirked, not bothering to answer.

This Soft Tendon Tasteless Powder was only truly understood by Ye Ziqing. He had sneakily acquired a small amount from the sect his grandfather belonged to, an odorless and colorless substance that would render even an ox’s tendons soft and powerless until death.

Song Haoyue did not press further and made a lazy gesture towards Liang Yong, who had been watching him.

Liang Yong took the cue and headed towards the stage.

At this time, Fang Yi was circulating the Evil Desire Scripture, fully aware that he had been poisoned. He quickly reviewed everything he had ingested earlier, and apart from the unopened bottle of alcohol, the most suspicious was the tea Ye Ziqing had offered him.

In fact, he didn’t need to think too much, just by looking down at the stage, seeing Ye Ziqing sitting with Song Haoyue, Fang Yi knew.

"If my realm had not improved, or if I did not know the ’Evil Desire Scripture’, I would likely have fallen for your scheme..."

Fang Yi sneered, his lips curling into a mocking smile.

Liang Yong ascended to the stage, stood sternly, and said coldly, "The young master asked me to relay a message to you; Moon City is still his territory, not Fang Yi’s."

"Indeed, taking such crooked paths, resorting to all possible deceitful maneuvers and despicable methods, I wonder, don’t you feel shameless for following Song Haoyue?"

Fang Yi retorted.

Liang Yong responded with a sneer, "In the end, the victor is king, and the vanquished is the bandit. The method is irrelevant; the result is what matters. I’ll ensure your downfall is disgraceful."

Fang Yi’s gaze was sharp as a knife, "Then come and try."

Liang Yong smirked coldly, no longer speaking and attacked Fang Yi directly.

His first move was his most powerful technique!

Human Level Seven!

Fang Yi raised his eyebrows, surprised that one of Song Haoyue’s men was of this cultivation level.

Nonetheless, Fang Yi was only slightly astonished; after all, what was Human Level Seven to him?

Liang Yong approached with a sinister and chilling presence, his hand formed into a sharp claw aiming straight for Fang Yi’s chest, attempting a heart-piercing strike.

Fang Dangyi’s response was straightforward; a fist clenched, then thundered out.

With the punch, Inner Strength vibrated, bringing a gust of wind!

Eight Extremes Fist, a technique of formidable power with each release!

Liang Yong’s clawed hand failed to reach Fang Yi’s chest, but Fang Yi’s fist struck his.

Bang!

Liang Yong’s body was swept away as if enveloped in a strong current of air, flying backward and crashing against the wall outside the ring.

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