God-Level All-rounder Expert
Chapter 357 - 381, Provocation!

Chapter 357: Chapter 381, Provocation!

These men were all male, and at a glance, they resembled the sons of nobility, but among them was one who was out of the ordinary due to his aura. This person was sitting there with a calm smile on his face, yet it was so cold, making him elusive and hard to grasp.

"That’s Fang Muye, Fang Mutian’s brother," Fang Yuying said. Clearly, she too was aware of the incident during the Dragon Team selection test when Fang Yi crippled Fang Mutian’s tendons in both his legs and arms.

Fang Yi chuckled, "Don’t worry, what if he’s Fang Mutian’s brother, I’ll be fine."

Fang Yuying shook her head, "You’re wrong."

"Wrong?"

"Fang Muye excels at using his brains, he doesn’t like to resort to fists and feet, and he has no martial arts cultivation whatsoever," Fang Yuying said, her tone filled with a certain wariness.

Fang Yi fell silent for a moment, then once again revealed a brilliant smile, "Since we have to face each other sooner or later, I might as well meet him." With that, Fang Yi was already walking towards Fang Muye.

Fang Yuying looked at Fang Yi’s back, slightly taken aback.

As Fang Yi approached, only Fang Muye noticed him, while the other men were drinking. When Fang Yi got close, someone finally took note of him.

At this moment, Fang Yi had his arms crossed over his chest, exuding an air of superiority as he stood there. He glanced downward; this was the best spot to take in the view below.

"Kid, are you a fool? This isn’t a place for you to stand; get lost!" One of the wealthy young masters pointed at Fang Yi, his words full of disdain and arrogance.

Fang Yi chuckled, "Gentlemen, this spot doesn’t seem to belong to you, does it?"

The men looked at each other, they knew to whom the spot belonged, but tonight Fang Muye had asked them to sit here. They didn’t want to, but there was nothing they could do about it.

Fang Muye stood up. He was wearing a suit and, lifting his hands, he adjusted his collar and revealed a faint smile, "So, you’re Fang Yi."

"That’s right."

"Indeed, it’s you, the little bastard..." Fang Muye said, "Then I can confirm, it was you who crippled Mutian."

Fang Yi calmly said, "He wanted to cripple me, I fought back, so I accidentally crippled him. What, as his brother, do you want to avenge him?"

Fang Muye chuckled and nodded.

"I can cripple you as well," said Fang Yi indifferently, as if mentioning something quite ordinary.

However, the other sons of nobility beside him went pale at Fang Yi’s words.

This was Fang Muye we’re talking about, within their circle, there was a saying: better to provoke an Earth Level martial artist than to mess with the Heart Calculator, Fang Muye.

Over the years, Fang Muye had established numerous companies in Tianjing, all of which had grown substantially, some even going public. It wasn’t because of his business acumen, but because his scheming brought down one adversary after another, allowing him to reach his current status.

Therefore, the circle had given him a nickname, the Heart Calculator. Whoever he calculated against would end up unlucky.

Yet, today, someone dared to talk about crippling Fang Muye to his face, which astounded them. However, they soon realized what was happening and began to sneer.

"Thinking you can cripple the young master Muye? Laughable!"

"Delusional dreams, it’s you who will be crippled by the young master Muye."

"I’ve seen arrogant folks, but never someone as arrogant as you. But sadly, the arrogant ones usually end up with a tragic fate."

The wealthy young men all sneered and mocked.

Fang Yi simply gave them a glance, unperturbed. He didn’t have to lift a finger, as just when they were snickering and sneering, Fang Yuying suddenly appeared behind him.

Seeing Fang Yuying, the faces of the young masters turned deathly pale, they became as quiet as cicadas in winter, trembling slightly.

Fang Yuying snorted in disdain, her eyes full of mockery, yet none of the young masters dared talk back.

"Fang Yuying," one of them hissed, "your grandfather had decreed that this bastard is to be barred from Tianjing for three years. By openly standing with him, are you trying to defy Grandfather’s orders?"

"Don’t use Grandpa to pressure me!" Fang Yuying shouted, but her confidence was, after all, somewhat lacking.

Fang Muye could naturally see through it, realizing that Fang Yuying was putting on a fierce front while nervous inside. His gaze then shifted to Fang Yi, saying, "You’re quite skilled, right? I hope you won’t shrink back here later. Come out and fight."

Fang Yi raised his eyes slightly, "You?"

Fang Muye’s smile turned cold as he said icily, "I’ve invited an expert. Soon, it will be the darkest moment of your life."

With that, Fang Muye left with a group of young masters.

Watching their departing figures, Fang Yuying flipped them off before turning to look at Fang Yi.

"An expert, huh... I’m actually looking forward to it," Fang Yi muttered to himself.

...

Fang Muye and his entourage headed to another area, where a man who resembled an old pine was sitting. He had a round head and two slanted brows, radiating a sharp, knife-like aura.

After sitting down, Fang Muye said, "Zhang Yue."

"Boss."

"I’ve brought you here; don’t let me down later," said Fang Muye.

Zhang Yue’s gaze turned towards the opposite side, landing on Fang Yi. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Don’t worry, boss. With my Earth Level, third-stage cultivation, I’m one of the top in our sect. Taking him down won’t be difficult."

Fang Muye nodded, fully aware of what an Earth Level third-stage cultivation meant. So when he looked back at Fang Yi, a mocking smile emerged on his lips.

Fang Yuying called a waiter over and ordered two glasses of pure cognac. The liquor was strong, but for Fang Yi and Fang Yuying, it was just a small indulgence.

Just then, the dance floor below quieted down. The crowd dispersed, revealing a runway-like T-stage, and then a man in a vest jumped onto it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the show is about to start. Are you ready?"

Boom!

Below, the entire crowd burst into noisy clamor, wave after wave of enthusiasm, as if they were about to witness their idol, wildly excited.

"The arena battle has begun," Fang Yuying whispered.

"The arena battle?" Fang Yi, too, looked on with curiosity.

Two strong, muscular men jumped onto the T-stage and, at the command of the man in the vest, started to fight each other, sparking waves of excitement.

"This is all child’s play. I think Fang Muye will have his fighter step up soon," said Fang Yuying.

"Here it comes; I’m up next," Fang Yi said indifferently.

The two muscular men quickly determined a winner, and one stayed on stage. Next, the man in the vest started calling loudly for challengers.

After a brief silence, a man stood up; it was Zhang Yue from Fang Muye’s side. All eyes turned to him.

Zhang Yue descended from the second floor and took slow steps to the T-stage. He beckoned to the muscular man with a crooked hand. The man roared and rushed over.

Zhang Yue’s eyes were filled with a cold smirk, and his face showed disdain. As the muscular man charged at him, he threw out a punch.

Bang!

The muscular man was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the stage, spitting out blood, trying to struggle for a moment before falling silent, knocked out. Immediately, someone dragged him away.

At this moment, the previously frenzied, excited atmosphere suddenly froze. Everyone was shocked, gazing at Zhang Yue on the stage. To defeat an opponent with one punch—his strength was terrifying.

Enjoying the fearful gazes, Zhang Yue gave a chilling smile, then turned his body to face in Fang Yi’s direction, held out his fist with a thumb up, and then flipped his fist, thumb pointing down.

This was... a challenge!