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Chapter 310 -s 333-334, Bad News

Chapter 310: Chapters 333-334, Bad News

Fang Yi’s eyes surged with a fierce murderous intent, and in an instant, they turned incomparably crimson.

Fang Yi had never seen his parents, nor could he remember what they looked like or what kind of people they were, but they were still his parents, his own flesh and blood.

The so-called gratitude and filial piety were not just about taking care of them in their old age and ensuring their peaceful twilight years, but also about seeking justice when someone insulted them. As their son, it was his duty to defend their honor.

Fang Yi executed the Divine Travel Steps, instantly elevating them to their peak, and charged towards Fang Mutian.

A hint of mocking smile flashed across Fang Mutian’s eyes, "Overestimating your abilities."

Immediately, Fang Mutian spread his hands, his palms turning over, and the wind picked up without a breeze.

Human Level Nine!

Fang Yi’s eyes slightly narrowed, instantly assessing Fang Mutian’s strength and understanding where his confidence stemmed from.

As Fang Yi closed in, Fang Mutian suddenly slapped down with both palms, and Fang Yi responded not with fancy moves, but with a thundering punch.

One palm struck Fang Yi’s fist, and he felt a numbing sensation. The inner strength encapsulated in Fang Mutian’s palm was formidable, something even Fang Yi had to admit.

But even with that admission, Fang Yi would not back down on this account.

In Fang Yi’s dictionary, the words "back down" did not exist; he didn’t even know how to write them.

From the moment their fists and palms met, it signified the start of their battle, and in an instant, they were already engaged in combat.

At this moment, as Song Ya came to his senses, lying on the ground and witnessing the spectacle of their fight, Song Ya, who had just opened his eyes, immediately closed them again. He was already scared, his previous arrogance crushed by Fang Yi’s relentless punches.

There was a roaring wind, created by the collision of their inner strengths. Their limbs became weapons of combat, consciously and tacitly avoiding the use of firearms and purely engaging through fists and feet—competing solely in martial arts cultivation.

Fang Yi was indeed enraged by Fang Mutian, a raging fire burning in his chest, making him increasingly fierce in battle.

Seeing this, Fang Mutian’s lips curved into a smile, "Scum, are you angry?"

Fang Yi didn’t respond but, combining the Divine Travel Steps, unleashed the Eight Extremes Break.

Eight Extremes Fist, each punch faster than the last.

First level, second level... fifth level, sixth level.

Eight Extremes Fist, the core of Eight Extremes Break, was the most ferocious boxing technique, each level building upon the previous, culminating in the Nine Extremes Return to Origin as the ultimate sophistication of Eight Extremes Fist. Fang Yi was rapidly stacking up the levels.

"Being able to execute the Eight Extremes Fist to the sixth level shows some skill, scum," said Fang Mutian coldly, "Let me show you the Fang Family’s true secret technique!"

The next moment, a fierce gleam crossed Fang Mutian’s eyes, he shouted, "Cloud Dispersing Palm!"

Fang Mutian’s palm, wrapped in inner strength and as solid as stone, relentlessly pounded towards Fang Yi, giving him no chance to react.

Fang Yi retreated, his Eight Extremes Fist only reaching the sixth level, unable to withstand the direct clash.

If the sixth level was insufficient, then the seventh! Determination and ruthlessness flashed through Fang Yi’s eyes; he was merciless not only towards his enemies but also towards himself.

Seventh level!

Fang Yi unleashed a punch!

Fang Mutian’s expression shook, and he staggered back several steps.

"You’ve actually reached the seventh level, not bad, but my methods are not limited to this," Fang Mutian said coldly, his palms turning into fists.

Fang Mutian’s fists moved at lightning speed, creating a wave of force that aggressively pressed forward.

"This is the Fang Family’s unique martial arts, the Cross Horizon Fist, scum, watch closely!" Fang Mutian continuously sneered, his words emphasizing his nobility and mocking Fang Yi’s weakness.

In Fang Mutian’s eyes, Fang Yi was nothing more than a mere ant.

Fang Yi’s expression was cold and severe. He didn’t speak, nor did he deign to speak. He simply swung his fist, colliding it with Fang Mutian’s.

Every collision made Fang Yi feel the inner strength carried in Fang Mutian’s fists, overwhelmingly powerful. Despite having the same level of martial arts cultivation, Fang Mutian had been nurtured by the family from a young age, enjoying superior resources, and his inner strength was relentless.

However...

"Eight Extremes Fist, the eighth extreme!" Fang Yi shouted in a low voice, coldness flashing in his eyes.

The next moment, Fang Yi’s figure was like a ghost, all his inner strength converging in his right fist.

Above his right fist, inner strength surged, making a sound like tearing through the air.

"Hmph! Come on then!" Fang Mutian coldly smirked, disdain still evident in his eyes.

Bang!

Fist against fist, the two different strengths of inner strength collided, generating a strong wind.

Yet, ultimately, there was the strong and the weak, and a victor must be decided.

The smirk disappeared from Fang Mutian’s face, replaced by shock. The disdain in his eyes instantly turned into surprise as his entire body was blasted away by a powerful force.

"Impossible!"

Fang Mutian cried out incredulously because Fang Yi’s inner strength was stronger than his.

But that was the fact.

As Fang Mutian’s body retreated, a cold smile finally appeared on Fang Yi’s face. This time, he did not move like a ghost but charged wildly forward.

Seeing this, Fang Mutian hurriedly stabilized his lower body, but Fang Yi came at him with another punch.

This punch carried all of Fang Yi’s strength.

Mountain Breaking!

This time, Fang Mutian really flew backward, his back violently hitting a large tree, cracking sounds emitting as he did so, and Fang Yi finally let out a breath.

"Cough...cough cough..." Blood spurted from Fang Mutian’s mouth, his complexion deathly pale, as he tried to stand up.

However, just as Fang Mutian was about to stand, Fang Yi had already leisurely walked up to him and brutally stomped on the back Fang Mutian had just raised.

Crack!

There was the sound of breaking bones from Fang Mutian’s back, causing him to cry out in deep pain.

Compared to Fang Mutian’s disheveled state, Fang Yi also looked somewhat disheveled, but he was standing, while Fang Mutian lay at his feet.

The previously arrogant Fang Mutian was now beneath Fang Yi’s feet, his fighting strength completely gone, like a soft persimmon ready for the squeezing.

Not only that, but Fang Yi also expelled a breath of stale air.

"Fang Mutian, how does it feel to fail?" Fang Yi said indifferently.

"You despicable mongrel! I am a direct descendant. How dare you treat me like this, you’re just like your parents!" Fang Mutian cursed bitterly, furious. Why had he lost to such a mongrel?

Fang Yi said nothing, just lifted his foot, then harshly stomped down, this time on the back of Fang Mutian’s neck, making him instantly let out a horrendous and agonizing scream.

Fang Yi’s face was expressionless, as cold as frost, and he coldly said, "It’s not your place to discuss my parents."

Fang Mutian mockingly laughed, "Your parents are already lying in their coffins! I will discuss them if I want. What can you do, dare you kill me?"

Boom!

Fang Yi’s mind was struck as if by lightning, his complexion pale, his body nearly failing to remain upright, almost falling down.