God-Level All-rounder Expert
Chapter 358 - 382: You Will Lose Miserably

Chapter 358: Chapter 382: You Will Lose Miserably

The crowd suddenly became noisy, looking toward the second floor.

"Who is that? How dare he provoke such a master?!"

"Look, isn’t that Fang Yuying? Why is he sitting with Fang Yuying?!"

"No, it’s not just Fang Yuying, Fang Muye is there too!"

"They are both from the Fang Family, and the way they look now... it seems like they’re confronting each other."

Voices of disbelief erupted among the crowd. Gossip is always the best at arousing curiosity, and they all spoke up, even Fang Muye couldn’t keep the public opinion under control.

However, it was exactly this kind of public opinion that Fang Muye wanted.

As long as the public opinion heated up, when it was time for the other party to be defeated, and Fang Yuying would also follow in defeat, wouldn’t he have won a victory over Fang Yuying?

As long as he won, once the news reached home, it would definitely make those who were undecided see the direction clearly. Why not do it?

This was one of Fang Muye’s strategies. In just a short amount of time, without Fang Muye needing to make a move, he had already set such a trap, and the success of this trap lay in the master he had invited.

Fang Muye stared at Zhang Yue on the stage. As long as he won, all would be well, and as for losing...

Fang Muye shook his head to himself. Even Fang Yuying, who had already advanced to the Earth Level, wouldn’t stand a chance on stage, let alone that little bastard. What was there for him to worry about?

Thus, with victory in his grasp, a sure thing, Fang Muye thought of this and a smug smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

On the second floor, Fang Yi also noticed Zhang Yue’s provocation. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, then relaxed.

"Provocation, huh! Good, I’ll meet you." Fang Yi, a man, was riled up.

"Hey!" Fang Yuying suddenly spoke up.

"What?"

"This person’s strength is somewhat terrifying; you might not be his match," Fang Yuying said.

"Don’t worry, no one has ever brought me down, not a single one," Fang Yi emphatically said, his face breaking into a radiant smile, and then he descended from the second floor.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Fang Yi arrived on the T-shaped stage, and in an instant, everyone’s eyes were on him, making Fang Yi an immediate dazzling presence.

However, relative to how Zhang Yue had punched his opponent away a moment ago, compared to him, Fang Yi’s luster was somewhat dim. After all, in the eyes of the crowd, he was just an unknown small fry.

"Are you Fang Yi?" Zhang Yue’s brows were inverted like cut knives.

"What can I do for you?"

"Defeat you," Zhang Yue said coldly.

"Hmm, I have a thought too, want to hear it?"

"Speak!"

"Defeat you, and then thoroughly trample you underfoot," Fang Yi said calmly, his demeanor as still as water, but within his words, he met his opponent directly, not falling short in momentum.

But this very statement ignited Zhang Yue’s anger, and a fierce smile abruptly appeared on his face.

The next moment, Zhang Yue said nothing, only let out a low roar, and charged at Fang Yi like a wild bull.

Fang Yi, unfazed, gave a cold smile and leapt to meet him.

In an instant, the two were clashing together, and everyone beneath the stage watched this scene without daring to blink. The rapid exchange of blows between the two on stage made them feel that this spectacle was something not to be missed.

Meanwhile, on that second floor, a woman in red leaned against the railing. Beside her stood a man exuding a scholarly elegance, called Song Duan.

"Song Duan, do you really know that person down there?" the woman in red intensely stared down.

The woman in red had an exquisite figure, unquestionably, in Tianjing, her peerless beauty had once drawn many rich young masters like moths to a flame, yet all moths had perished while her candle still shone brightly, illuminating brilliantly.

"Yes, that’s Fang Yi," Song Duan answered.

"So Song Haoyue was defeated by this man?" the woman in red asked again.

"Yes," Song Duan, keeping a slight distance from the woman in red, said, "I’ve investigated, this person is now part of the Dragon Team, albeit at the lowest level, the Jiaolong Guards, but there must be something fishy."

The woman in red smiled charmingly, making all other flowers pale in comparison, "Of course there is something fishy. Although Song Haoyue is from a branch family, he is still a member of the Song Family with no less capability, yet he was brought down by this Fang Yi. Song Duan, if it were you, could you have done it?"

Song Duan fell silent for a moment, then slowly said four words, "It would be troublesome."

The woman in red gracefully smiled, "Yes, so this man is indeed interesting. If possible, it might not be a bad idea to make his acquaintance."

Song Duan was a bit surprised and sneakily glanced at the woman in red, discovering that the corners of her lips had curved up into a blooming smile.

On the T-shaped stage, the battle between Fang Yi and Zhang Yue had reached a fierce climax, flourishing like blooming flowers.

During their fight, neither showed any signs of stopping, clashing violently, using both hands and legs as if engaged in brutal combat; to outsiders, their speed was as fast as lightning, making the scene even more exciting than a movie.

But what outsiders didn’t know was that just now, each move they exchanged was deadly, with no holding back.

"You’re actually Earth Level Second Stage!" Zhang Yue’s face flashed with astonishment, then he sneered, "But I am Earth Level Third Stage, you still have no chance of winning!"

"Really? But I’m still standing!"

"I haven’t even used all my techniques yet, Fang Yi, prepare to go down!" The sinister smile on Zhang Yue’s face intensified.

The next moment, Zhang Yue suddenly turned his palm into a finger, two fingers coming together as a line, aimed sharply at Fang Yi.

This so-called finger strike was like a sharp sword, specifically targeting critical points like Fang Yi’s throat and chest.

"Wudang Mountain’s Golden Needle Finger?!" Fang Yi was alarmed.

"Hmph!"

Zhang Yue sneered, his fingers streaking past Fang Yi’s shoulder.

Fang Yi stepped back two paces, his shoulder clothing was slashed, and a bloodstain was visible, showcasing the ferocity of the Golden Needle Finger.

Fang Yi silently, under everyone’s gaze, took off his upper garment, revealing his bare chest, bronze-toned skin, and some not so shallow scars.

Someone gasped softly, because on Fang Yi’s left chest, there was a very long scar, which even made Zhang Yue across from him frown.

"What, is this a provocation?" Zhang Yue taunted.

Fang Yi shook his head.

Zhang Yue’s gaze was icy, "Then what does this mean?"

Fang Yi looked at him, "It means nothing, just want you to know that fighting me, you’ll end up utterly defeated."

Zhang Yue fell silent for a moment, then scoffed, "Ridiculous!"

As the words fell, Zhang Yue charged again like a wild bull.

On the second floor, Fang Yuying watched closely below; she saw Fang Yi who had taken off his shirt, and unconsciously furrowed her brows, her hands turning into fists.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Fang Muye’s face was filled with icy coldness.

"Bastard, tonight you’ll know that Tianjing... isn’t a place you should come to!"