God-Level All-rounder Expert
Chapter 562 -s 606-607, Believe it or not, I’ll beat you up!

Chapter 562: Chapters 606-607, Believe it or not, I’ll beat you up!

"You despicable and detestable fatty, I’m going to beat you into a pig’s head!" Tang Xiaoyu’s face was fierce— he was simply too infuriated, having been called a little brat, his heart had already exploded with rage.

If he couldn’t turn this fatty into a pig’s head, he really wouldn’t be doing justice to himself.

However, at this moment, a figure emerged from the crowd like a ghost and stood in Tang Xiaoyu’s way.

Fang Yi said indifferently, "You’ve already made him lose face, isn’t that enough?"

Tang Xiaoyu was initially stunned. When he saw that it was Fang Yi, he was instantly overjoyed.

"Good for you, Fang Yi, I didn’t expect you to really come! Today I will have my revenge!" Tang Xiaoyu, seeing it was Fang Yi, was beyond excited. He had been a bit disappointed when he saw only Song Wuliang here, but never expected Fang Yi to be here too. With the chance to take revenge, how could he not be thrilled?

Fang Yi frowned slightly. Since the other party was being so impolite, he had no intention of being gentle and said, "What right do you have to act tough with me, a brat who doesn’t even have a full set of pubes?"

Tang Xiaoyu displayed a confident expression, lifted his chin slightly, and said, "I’m already at Earth Level four." At the time in Golden Splendor, Tang Xiaoyu was at Earth Level one.

But after being stimulated that time, Tang Xiaoyu practiced strenuously upon returning. Unexpectedly, in these few months, he had made consecutive breakthroughs to reach Earth Level four, and these continuous breakthroughs led Tang Xiaoyu to label himself as a ’genius.’

Confident Tang Xiaoyu was now staring at Fang Yi, already imagining the satisfaction of stepping on this detestable bastard beneath his feet later.

However, upon hearing Tang Xiaoyu’s words, Fang Yi was slightly taken aback before he calmly responded with a simple, "Oh."

There was no great surprise, as if it were a mundane matter, leaving Fang Yi’s composed demeanor unruffled. This, in turn, stunned Tang Xiaoyu.

He had thought he would be able to intimidate the other party, but what did this calm expression mean? Tang Xiaoyu could feel the disdain in Fang Yi’s voice.

Tang Xiaoyu could no longer hold back and roared as he charged at Fang Yi. His left hand swung up, and a silver needle that was originally intended for Song Wuliang was now directed at Fang Yi.

Tang Xiaoyu was from the Tang Sect, a sect that had perfected the fusion of poison and hidden weapons. Tang Xiaoyu had long mastered the true essence, and that silver needle shot at Fang Yi was coated with a poison causing weakness, numbness, and paralysis upon contact.

However, that silver needle wasn’t much to Fang Yi. The surrounding onlookers might not have noticed, but Fang Yi did. No one saw how fast he moved his hand, but when his hand stopped, there was a silver needle between his two fingers.

"How could he catch such a thin silver needle?!"

"His hand moved so fast just now, I couldn’t clearly see it at all."

"This Fang Yi doesn’t seem too useless, it seems he does have some skill."

People all around commented. However, this so-called bit of skill was nothing in their eyes—they were mostly wealthy elites who saw Fang Yi as nothing more than a martial artist.

But if they looked down on Fang Yi, did Fang Yi ever have a high opinion of them?

The "show-offs" Fang Yi mentioned before referred to these very people.

Fang Yi looked at Tang Xiaoyu, whose face was full of shock, and said faintly, "Little brat, those shoddy things you use are useless."

"How dare you insult my hidden weapon!" Tang Xiaoyu raged.

Damn it, this bastard actually dared to say his hidden weapons were shoddy! How could Tang Xiaoyu tolerate this?

The Tang Sect was the number one sect in Western Shu, full of various hidden weapons, including the renowned Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle and Buddha’s Anger Tang Lotus. Tang Xiaoyu absolutely could not stand for this.

But he indeed was enraged, the youth’s face flushed with anger as he let out a shout and charged toward Fang Yi.

"I am at the Earth Level Fourth Stage, I don’t believe you can defeat me!"

Tang Xiaoyu decided to use fists and feet to make Fang Yi admit defeat.

However, what Tang Xiaoyu didn’t know was that his martial arts cultivation compared to Fang Yi’s, there was still a significant gap.

After just a few simple exchanges of blows, Tang Xiaoyu’s face dramatically changed.

"How is this possible! How can your martial arts cultivation be even higher than mine..." Tang Xiaoyu was too shocked to finish his sentence.

And in that instant, Tang Xiaoyu was sent flying backward by Fang Yi’s punch.

Tang Xiaoyu staggered back, the crowd behind him swiftly dispersing, and Tang Xiaoyu ended up on the ground.

Fang Yi hadn’t struck with full force, only enough to knock Tang Xiaoyu down. He bore no deep enmity toward the young Tang Xiaoyu, who was just goaded by Kong Qingxu.

Fang Yi said coldly, "Kid, don’t bother me, or next time I might not be so light-handed."

This was a warning.

Tang Xiaoyu’s heart was filled with resentment, but he knew that Fang Yi’s strength was superior to his own. First being called a brat, and then being defeated, Tang Xiaoyu left with an injured pride and unwillingness.

Surrounding them, many people still watched. Fang Yi stood in place, casting his gaze over the crowd.

Those swept by Fang Yi’s gaze pretended as if nothing happened, and began to look around as if enjoying the scenery.

Fang Yi sneered inwardly but did not pursue the matter further. He took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and just as he was about to pull one out, a sleazy fat face appeared beside him, silently grinning at him.

Fang Yi rolled his eyes, threw a cigarette to Song Wuliang, and then took one out for himself.

"Hehe," Song Wuliang laughed slyly, quickly pulling out a lighter to light Fang Yi’s cigarette, and then said affectionately, "Brother Yi."

Fang Yi gave him a sidelong glance, deadpanned, "Fatty, I am not familiar with you."

Song Wuliang ’whined’, "How can you say we’re not familiar? Brother Yi, I haven’t been gone that long, how can you forget people so quickly?" His face showed a wounded expression.

Fang Yi’s skin crawled, and he quickly stepped to the side to put distance between them and said with a stern voice, "Song Wuliang, if you keep being so disgusting, believe it or not, I’ll beat you up."

"Sorry, sorry, it’s a habit," Song Wuliang immediately laughed it off, regaining his usual smiling face, making Fang Yi feel slightly better.

Fang Yi exhaled two puffs of smoke and asked, "Weren’t you stationed with the military? How did you get out? You haven’t been gone long, right?"

Song Wuliang replied, "It’s only been two or three months. As for why I’m out, heh, the military granted a three-day leave, and I rushed back, anxious to see you because I couldn’t wait."

Fang Yi said, "You were just pining for the urban life of bright lights and wine, right?"

Spotting the truth, Song Wuliang scratched the back of his head and said, "You’re too sharp, Brother Yi. Guessed it in one."

Ignoring the flattery, Fang Yi asked, "How did you end up here?"