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Chapter 495 - 531, I Also Hold Grudges

Chapter 495: Chapter 531, I Also Hold Grudges

"This young friend, may I know your name?" he suddenly asked, his mouth twisting into a smile that revealed his yellowed teeth.

Perhaps he intended to show a gentle smile, but to Fang Yi, it still came off as eerily sinister.

Fang Yi hesitated for a moment before softly uttering two words: "Fang Yi."

"Zhou Wei." Zhou Wei introduced himself, then suddenly, as if remembering something, his eyebrows knitted together, revealing a strange smile. "You wouldn’t happen to be ’that’ Fang Yi?" His gaze turned somewhat grim.

Fang Yi simply stated, "Whether I am or not, what difference does it make?"

"The difference is quite significant," said Zhou Wei with a chilling tone. "If you are not ’that’ Fang Yi, I could let you off, but if you are the Fang Yi that Xia Ziqi spoke of, I will make sure you enter upright and leave horizontally."

His words carried a strong threat, as if in Zhou Wei’s eyes, Fang Yi was insignificant, merely an ant that he could squash at will—a sentiment evident from Zhou Wei’s disdainful look.

Zhou Wei glared ominously at Fang Yi, his grin widening to show even more of his stained teeth, giving off a chilling vibe.

However, this had no effect on Fang Yi; he took a deep inhalation of his last puff of smoke, then pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

The smoke slowly curled out from Fang Yi’s mouth, and a sharp glint suddenly shot from his eyes.

Catching this, Zhou Wei’s eyes briefly flashed with surprise before he said, "Interesting."

Zhou Wei placed one hand on the table, and suddenly clenched it into a fist, his five fingers tightly shut, with a ’pop and crack’ akin to the sound of bursting beans, resonating a great shock.

Inner strength!

Earth level!

Fang Yi immediately made the assessment.

At the same instant, Zhou Wei’s fist abruptly hit the table, but the table remained unmoved while the cup filled with cola took flight as if held aloft by an invisible airflow, like an arrow shooting towards Fang Yi.

Fang Yi’s gaze sharpened; he remained still, responding to myriad changes with no change, deeply shocked by the spectacle before him.

Moving objects with qi, in this era dominated by science, seemed an impossible feat. Yet, Fang Yi had read in ancient texts that once a Martial Artist reached the Heavenly Level, they could achieve it.

Could it be... the man before him was a Heavenly Level master?!

As Fang Yi reeled from shock, the cup reached him; facing a Heavenly Level master, Fang Yi felt a sense of powerlessness.

After all, the opponent was a Heavenly Level master, while he himself was only at Earth Level Five—how could he possibly fight?

While Fang Yi wavered, the cup had already neared him, the sound of it cutting through the air...

Wait! That’s not right!

Why did the cup seem to have no force at all? A Heavenly Level master, moving objects with qi is no problem, but the "qi" of a Heavenly Level master should be overwhelmingly powerful. Besides, Zhou Wei’s character didn’t seem good from his appearance, so why was his attack so "gentle"?

Immediately, Fang Yi gave a cold smile and reached out to catch the cup. In the blink of an eye, the cup was in Fang Yi’s hand; simultaneously, Zhou Wei’s expression changed, and he looked taken aback.

Zhou Wei’s surprise was understandable; this move had always been infallibly effective against Human Level and Earth Level Martial Artists, as ’moving objects with qi’ was something only a Heavenly Level master could achieve, and it had never failed before.

As for facing Heavenly Level masters, Zhou Wei never used this tactic, fearing exposure, and with his special identity, there weren’t many Heavenly Level masters who would trouble him.

However, to Zhou Wei’s surprise, the young man before him saw right through him. He clearly saw Fang Yi’s initial shock, but in the blink of an eye, Fang Yi had unraveled the truth, which astonished Zhou Wei.

"Moving Objects with Qi, something only a Heavenly Level master can do, yet you are not one. It seems you must have cultivated some kind of Inner Strength to achieve this, am I right?" Fang Yi calmly spoke.

Not only exposed but also seen through the technique?!

Zhou Wei held Fang Yi in even higher regard, since the ’Moving Objects with Qi’ he had just used was indeed executed using the strongest Inner Strength of his sect, unknown to most. But Fang Yi being able to see through it was certainly beyond Fang Yi’s expectations.

Zhou Wei gave a cold smile, "I didn’t expect you to be somewhat capable, but are you so confident that you can just walk away from me?"

Fang Yi indifferently replied, "I don’t need to walk away. Rather than worrying about me, you should worry about yourself."

Zhou Wei laughed, "Interesting, very interesting! It seems you don’t know who I am. I am the young master of the Iron Fist Sect. If I couldn’t even defeat you, that would be an embarrassment."

Iron Fist Sect, Fang Yi had certainly heard of it. It was one of the six major sects in the Martial Arts world.

However, this was not enough to intimidate Fang Yi. He had caused trouble in the Sky Sword Sect before; why would he fear the Iron Fist Sect?

Fang Yi stood up, his expression calm but his eyes icy, and walked towards Zhou Wei.

A fierce gleam flashed in Zhou Wei’s eyes, "Seeking death!" The next moment, Zhou Wei burst forth rapidly.

A fist, carrying a strong wind, aimed directly at Fang Yi’s cheek.

Such a fast fist!

Fang Yi was alarmed. From Zhou Wei’s aura, it appeared that he was at Earth Level five, and there was even a hint of Earth Level six about him, but the most terrifying thing about Zhou Wei was his fist.

The reason it was called Iron Fist Sect was due to a particular Boxing Technique, which, when perfected, could split metal and break stones. As the young master of the Iron Fist Sect, Zhou Wei had naturally cultivated this Boxing Technique, and his punch put enormous pressure on Fang Yi.

Yet since Fang Yi had begun his Martial Arts training, he had never shied away from a fight. Why would he start retreating now?

Immediately, Fang Yi gathered his Inner Strength in his right fist and launched a Mountain Breaking strike.

Bang!

Their fists collided, creating a series of cracking sounds, with visible faint waves of air spreading outwards.

At the same moment, both took steps back, Zhou Wei took three steps back, and Fang Yi... only two.

It was a subtle detail, extremely subtle, but Zhou Wei noticed it. He was shocked that the other side had only been pushed back two steps by his fist while he himself had taken three.

"It seems you’ve also practiced some kind of Boxing Technique, not inferior to my Iron Fist," Zhou Wei said coldly.

"Thank you for the compliment," Fang Yi responded lightly.

"But don’t celebrate too early, Fang Yi. I will remember this name. I, Zhou Wei, don’t forget my grudges. You are now marked in my mind, and it won’t end until you kneel before me—don’t wet your pants in fear," Zhou Wei sinisterly said.

"Unfortunately, I also hold grudges," Fang Yi responded evenly.

Zhou Wei turned and headed out of the shop, followed by the alarmed cries of the welcomer outside. Fang Yi’s brows imperceptibly twitched, and after a brief moment, he too prepared to leave.

Just then, the sound of high heels clicking crisply on the tile floor echoed. Fang Yi focused his gaze and saw Xia Ziqi approaching.