God-Level All-rounder Expert
Chapter 570 - 615: Remain in a Vegetative State Forever

Chapter 570: Chapter 615: Remain in a Vegetative State Forever

Mie Nian’s complexion changed slightly when he heard the three words "Sky Sword Sect," his expression becoming rather solemn.

Mie Nian pondered and said, "Sect Leader Hua, although you are the leader of the Sky Sword Sect, I must say, you are still no match for me."

Hua Huiyue nodded in agreement and said, "I admit, you are stronger than me, but if you want to kill me, it won’t work, and if I want to hold you up, I believe I still have that ability, besides..."

At this point, Hua Huiyue paused slightly and then displayed the aura of a sect leader, "I don’t expect to be able to kill you myself, as long as I can hold you back until the other Heavenly Level masters arrive, it won’t be too late to kill you then."

The mature and voluptuous Hua Huiyue, with a faint smile on her face, was charming and enchanting.

Mie Nian stood immovable.

Then Mie Nian raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Fine, since that’s the case, Sect Leader Hua, make your move."

Hua Huiyue’s smile turned icy, "Since Master Mie Nian is so modest, I will no longer stand on ceremony either. Prepare yourself."

The next moment, Hua Huiyue suddenly made her move.

In an instant, the two were engaged in battle.

A battle between two Heavenly Level masters naturally caused tremendous upheavals, and Fang Yi finally witnessed what a battle between two Heavenly Level masters truly looked like.

Every move and every technique was a killing intent; it could be said that every step was fraught with the threat of death.

Mie Nian was a master of the cultivation techniques of the Shaolin Temple, where there’s a saying that all martial arts under Heaven stem from Shaolin. Mie Nian was a martial arts prodigy in his youth, and after advancing to the Heavenly Level, his martial arts cultivation naturally became terrifying.

Almost every time Mie Nian made a move, he changed his attacking techniques, abundant as the Shaolin martial arts were. Mie Nian, proficient in this area, could indeed be described as unpredictable in his offensive maneuvers.

However, Hua Huiyue was also a Heavenly Level master and was not so inferior in this regard. As she said, although she couldn’t kill Mie Nian, there was no problem in holding him off or preserving her own life.

For a Heavenly Level master to kill another Heavenly Level master was immensely difficult unless there was an absolute advantage; otherwise, it would be impossible to take them down.

Fang Yi kept his distance from them to avoid being caught in the fray, and deep inside, he felt a surge of emotion.

Fang Yi had been stuck at the Earth Level fifth stage and had never advanced beyond that; he had felt it was enough, but he had not expected to encounter Blood Buddha Mie Nian and later be pressed and beaten by him, which made Fang Yi realize that he had been too complacent.

Now, under the pressure from Mie Nian, the calm in Fang Yi’s heart once again began to boil.

Fang Yi longed to reach the Heavenly Level.

"You bald donkey, just wait for me. When I reach the Heavenly Level, I will definitely give you a vicious thrashing!" Fang Yi clenched his teeth.

And so Fang Yi decisively left to attend to other matters.

The hall was nearly empty; Fang Yi hadn’t noticed before, but now he saw Song Hongye and Song Duan. Fang Yi looked at the two, and Song Hongye smiled slightly and spread her hands, indicating that she was merely a spectator.

As for Song Duan, he lifted the cup in his hand as a sign that he had no ill intentions.

Fang Yi nodded at the two of them and then noticed Lin Xueru in the distance. Lin Xueru was looking over with a complex expression, seemingly in great difficulty.

Fang Yi knew that Lin Xueru was troubled; should she support him in dealing with Lin Zheng, what choice should she make?

At that moment, Fang Yi’s intention to kill was very strong; he would not consider Lin Xueru’s thoughts.

Fang Yi then looked again and saw Fang Muye and Lin Feng standing together; the wealthy young masters who had been with them had already retreated, leaving just the two of them. When Fang Yi looked at them, both wore solemn expressions, showing signs of caution, with a hint of fear in their eyes.

Fang Yi found it amusing, his lips curving into a mocking smile as he then raised his left hand and flipped them off.

This middle finger... was meant for the two of them.

Lin Feng was taken aback and immediately showed a look of anger, while Fang Muye, as if stepped on a sore foot, his face instantly changed, then baring his teeth as if ready to bite someone.

Just as it had been in that Tianjing bar, here it was again; insulted by the same person twice in a row, Fang Muye’s heart suffered a heavy blow.

But Fang Yi merely flipped the middle finger and moved on without any other action, heading upstairs.

Fang Yi’s targets were Fang Jupeng and Lin Zheng.

As Fang Yi stepped upstairs, the composure previously seen in these two men evaporated, and they panicked.

Yes, they were in a panic.

Before Hua Huiyue arrived, Mie Nian had continuously pressed Fang Yi hard in battle. The two of them were reckless, feeling confident of victory and unconcerned about potential consequences. But now, with Hua Huiyue’s arrival, who successfully detained Mie Nian.

And with Fang Yi’s approach, they both understood clearly; Fang Yi would not let them off.

"Fang Jupeng! You’ve angered him!" Lin Zheng’s eyes twitched.

"Hmph! You’re part of this too!" Fang Jupeng said.

"We’d better not argue anymore. Let’s think about how we can get out of here," Lin Zheng said.

A look of despair crossed Fang Jupeng’s face: "Let’s escape."

"Escape?"

"Do you think the two of us can match him?" Fang Jupeng said, "Let’s escape."

The next moment, Fang Jupeng started to flee.

Lin Zheng didn’t hesitate any longer either, he began to make his escape.

At the same time, Fang Yi had reached the second floor.

"Thinking of escaping?" Fang Yi sneered coldly; he would not let these two go.

Especially Fang Jupeng, who had troubled him repeatedly, all for the sake of avenging his son. Like this time, wanting to put Fang Yi in a deadly situation, how could Fang Yi possibly let him off easily?

And there was Lin Zheng, who had also nearly put him to death before; Fang Yi would not be soft-hearted towards him.

The two were escaping separately, but Fang Yi’s primary target was Fang Jupeng.

Fang Jupeng ran into a private room, locked the door tightly, and then started to block the door with chairs and tables. However, Fang Jupeng ultimately underestimated Fang Yi’s strength.

Just as Fang Jupeng had lifted a chair to place in front of the door, the door that was locked from the inside was kicked open by Fang Yi. Chairs and tables were sent flying, and Fang Jupeng couldn’t avoid them in time; a chair struck right into his chest.

Fang Jupeng was sent flying and landed on the ground, sitting down hard. As he clutched at his chest in agonizing pain and looked up, Fang Yi walked in slowly from the doorway.

"You lowly bastard, mongrel! You dare to lay a hand on me?!" Fang Jupeng cursed furiously.

"Whether I dare to touch you or not, you’ll see for yourself," Fang Yi said calmly as he approached Fang Jupeng.

The next moment, Fang Yi grabbed Fang Jupeng by the collar, lifting him high as if he were picking up a chick.

Dangling in mid-air, Fang Jupeng flailed about wildly, and looking at Fang Yi’s icy demeanor, fear took root in his heart.

"I am the fourth master of the Fang Family! You lowlife, do you even understand who I am?!" Fang Jupeng bellowed loudly, trying to intimidate Fang Yi.

"I know who you are, but using that identity to try and press me now, don’t you think you’re being an idiot?" Fang Yi said.

Fang Jupeng was lifted by Fang Yi, his legs kicking, higher and higher.

After all, Fang Jupeng was the Fang Family’s fourth master. Seeing that Fang Yi was unmoved, Fang Jupeng cursed angrily, "You truly are that waste’s spawn. If you dare to harm me and if anything happens to me, the entire Fang Family won’t let you off!"

Fang Yi’s eyes were filled with a cold light: "That waste..." He knew to whom Fang Jupeng was referring.

"That waste, you must know who that is, right! It’s true, like father like son; back then he was just as reckless and overconfident as you, thinking he was invincible. That’s what brought about his doom. Haha, good riddance, he deserved to die!"

Fang Jupeng laughed loudly and harshly.

Fang Yi’s gaze darkened further; his other hand formed into a fist, and he suddenly launched it forward.

The punch hit Fang Jupeng right at the temple; a shrill scream escaped Fang Jupeng, piercing and unbearable, followed by his body going into convulsions, jerking uncontrollably.

Fang Yi threw Fang Jupeng onto the ground, and there Fang Jupeng curled up, convulsing like one with epilepsy, frothing at the mouth, his condition was extremely miserable and horrifying.

Unmoved, Fang Yi knew that a person struck in the temple could even die, but he hadn’t put Fang Jupeng truly on the brink of death.

"From now on, you’ll lie in bed, forever a vegetable."

No consciousness, a fate worse than death; this was what being a vegetable meant, and this was Fang Yi’s retribution.

Not paying any attention to Fang Jupeng who frothed and convulsed, Fang Yi left the private room to look for Lin Zheng.

(I’m going for a medical check-up this afternoon, so updates may be unstable; I’ve written a few hundred extra words for this Chapter.)