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Chapter 359 - 383, Flipping the Middle Finger

Chapter 359: Chapter 383, Flipping the Middle Finger

Zhang Yue once again came charging over aggressively, and naturally, Fang Yi wouldn’t show weakness. With an immediate push of his feet against the ground, his body leaned forward, shooting out like a cannonball.

This time, Fang Yi didn’t use any boxing techniques or inner strength; he just charged forward. With his body leaning forward, he had a tendency to fall.

Using this momentum, much like sumo wrestling, Fang Yi wrapped his arms around Zhang Yue’s waist. Utilizing the inertia, he sent Zhang Yue stumbling backward.

The crowd was completely stunned; the once dominant Zhang Yue was now being forced to retreat.

This, this is too violent!

In reality, Fang Yi wasn’t in the advantageous position. During the process, he felt a severe pain from his back, fully bearing the ’Golden Needle Finger,’ resulting in several bloody marks.

The so-called Golden Needle Finger, when cultivated to perfection, could even pierce holes in stone. But since Fang Yi’s body had been conditioned by the old man from a young age, coupled with only being one level behind Zhang Yue, he could withstand it. Had it been anyone else, their back would likely have been pierced with bloody holes by now.

Even so, the pain Fang Yi was enduring was incomprehensible to the spectators on the sidelines.

Behind the T-shaped stage was the dance floor, in the center of which stood a hollow steel pole for pole dancing. Fang Yi, pushing Zhang Yue back, forced him against that hollow steel pole.

Creak~~~

The hollow steel pole couldn’t withstand such a violent collision and bent sharply backward, nearly making the eyes of everyone watching bulge out.

Such strength was truly terrifying!

In that moment, the two men were entangled, rolling around in a scuffle to the outsiders. But in reality, they were both using lethal moves, one with a hold, the other with an uppercut. Such martial arts techniques could deal fatal injuries at any time during their fierce battle.

But now that the fire had been stoked, there was no chance of calming down.

The entire bar was filled with an uproarious noise that seemed to burst through the skies. The spectators watching the fight were hysterically shouting, the wild atmosphere spilled out, making the whole bar tremble.

Upstairs on the second floor, Fang Yuying gripped her fists tighter and tighter, her gaze unchanging, constantly fixed on Fang Yi.

Watching the bare-chested Fang Yi, ferocious like a tiger, Fang Yuying felt mixed emotions in her heart.

Meanwhile, on the opposite side, Fang Muye’s expression was no longer as relaxed as before; without realizing it, he showed a few traces of concern.

Of course, Fang Muye wasn’t worried about Zhang Yue being hurt or in trouble; what worried him was whether they could win this fight.

An Earth Level Third Stage being pressed down and beaten like this, Fang Muye was unsettled.

At the same time, over by the woman in red, Song Duan couldn’t help but smile: "This kid has won."

The woman in red gently nodded, glanced in the direction where Fang Muye was, and murmured softly, "The so-called ’Heart Calculator’ Fang Muye will probably take a big fall this time."

On the stage, the outcome was faintly discernible.

Fang Yi was punched and knocked back. When he reached the edge of the T-shaped stage, his feet suddenly exerted force, stomping hard on the ground to stabilize his form.

Fang Yi was gasping heavily, breathing quite heavily, with beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his face, mixed with blood—not just his own, but also that of Zhang Yue.

Furthermore, Fang Yi’s body had numerous bloody marks, but these were trivial for someone with his sturdy physique.

Fang Yi slightly lifted his eyes to look at Zhang Yue opposite him; his opponent was also injured and worse off than Fang Yi.

At this moment, Zhang Yue no longer held his previous composure. Seeing Fang Yi still standing like a fierce tiger, his pupils rapidly constricted, and shock finally emerged in his eyes.

"I’m an Earth Level Third Stage, he is just an Earth Level Second Stage—how is this possible... How can he still be standing?!" Zhang Yue felt his True Qi inside was nearly exhausted, his legs trembling.

I’ve seen some ruthless people, but I’ve never seen anyone this ruthless!

At that moment, Fang Yi made his move. He didn’t fight desperately like before, instead, he walked over step by step.

"True Qi depleted, huh?" Fang Yi said with a smile, suddenly uttering this phrase.

Zhang Yue’s eyes instantly widened, revealing a look of disbelief.

Then, Zhang Yue sneered coldly and said, "My True Qi might be depleted, but you’re in the same boat!"

Fang Yi shook his head and replied, "That might not be the case!"

The next second, Fang Yi executed his Divine Travel Steps, charging over like a bolt of lightning.

"Eight Extremes Fist First Position!"

"Eight Extremes Fist Third Position!"

"Eight Extremes Fist Fifth Position!"

"..."

Fang Yi finally started to really display Eight Extremes Fist. He hadn’t used it earlier, but now, he did.

As for whether Fang Yi’s True Qi was truly depleted, obviously, it was not. With the "Evil Desire Scripture" automatically revolving, his inner breath kept flowing, so naturally, his True Qi would not be depleted. Cultivating this Cultivation Technique was the major difference between him and Zhang Yue, as well as Fang Yi’s trump card.

Previously, Zhang Yue had been ferocious, but now, the roles had reversed, and Fang Yi began to attack.

Zhang Yue evaded feebly, almost dodging merely by instinct. But to Fang Yi, who was using the complete Divine Travel Steps and Eight Extremes Fist, such evasive movements were nothing more than a final struggle.

Bang!

Under the eyes of the crowd, Zhang Yue’s body flew backward, coincidentally crashing into a bent steel pipe. This time, the pipe outright broke.

After landing, Zhang Yue spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his complexion deathly pale. He tried to stand up but simply couldn’t.

The crowd was astounded!

Fang Yi suddenly turned around, scanned the surroundings, and the clamor immediately subsided. Under the icy sweep of Fang Yi’s gaze, everyone involuntarily shut their mouths, trying to make no sound.

"I won." Fang Yi spoke indifferently, but it was unclear to whom he was speaking.

At this moment, on the second floor, Fang Muye’s face turned extremely ugly, instantly darkening. The hand gripping his wine glass seemed about to crush it. The few young masters beside him dared not make a sound, afraid of provoking him.

Just then, the vest-wearing man who acted as the host stepped forward. Perhaps intimidated by Fang Yi’s current fierce appearance, he kept a bit of distance, then with a smile on his face said, "Tonight, you are the victor! Would you like to share your thoughts on winning?"

Fang Yi remained silent, glanced at the vest-wearing man, and with an icy look swept over him, causing the man to immediately take two steps back.

Fang Yi picked up his T-shirt, tossed it over his shoulder, but didn’t rush off the stage. Then he looked up to a certain spot on the second floor; everyone’s gaze followed, and when they saw Fang Muye, they were all surprised.

"Fang Muye!" Fang Yi suddenly shouted.

The crowd was taken aback. They were shocked beyond belief. Who was this person, daring to call out Fang Muye by his name?

However, what surprised them even more was yet to come.

Fang Yi, with no trace of fear, looked up at the extremely somber Fang Muye on the second floor, raised his hand, and then flipped him the middle finger.

(Wishing everyone a Happy New Year!)