God-Level All-rounder Expert
Chapter 581 - 626: Iron Fist Hall

Chapter 581: Chapter 626: Iron Fist Hall

The rule of "conquering one dojo at a time" is actually quite simple to understand.

After all, the Thunderbolt Fist Hall is too famous, and many people want to challenge it, but if challenges occurred every day, would anyone have a peaceful life?

This is Dojo Street, where the status of a dojo is displayed in a pyramid fashion, with the more formidable ones located deeper down the street. Anyone wanting to issue a challenge must fight their way through each dojo in succession, earning the right to swap places with a dojo with every victory.

In any case, don’t underestimate this street—it also adheres to the rule that the mightiest fist reigns supreme.

"One dojo at a time, huh? Interesting. Ajiu, let’s go!" Fang Yi said.

Ajiu looked somewhat distressed. He really didn’t want to follow because to him, the thought of his Alliance Hierarch wanting to issue a challenge seemed like the delusions of a madman.

For so many years, many had come to issue challenges, yet only a handful had managed to reach Thunderbolt Fist Hall, but not a single one could gain a foothold there; all met with failure. Therefore, Ajiu didn’t believe his Alliance Hierarch was that formidable.

But no matter what, he was now following Yang Dingfeng, and Fang Yi was Yang Dingfeng’s boss. Whatever Fang Yi said, he couldn’t defy, so he had no choice but to follow Fang Yi inside.

The first dojo at the entrance of the street wasn’t very prestigious. Upon entering, someone asked Fang Yi if he was there to learn fist fighting, quoting a fee of ten thousand Lank Coins, which was nearly nine thousand Xuan Cang coins, including room and board.

Fang Yi shook his head, indicating he was not there to learn, but to seek guidance.

"What guidance? You are here to challenge us, aren’t you?" The receptionist, who had seen this all before, became indifferent, turned, and walked away. Soon after, a burly man came out.

The man attacked first, but failed to block Fang Yi’s single strike. It wasn’t until a while later that the dojo’s master appeared, only to be defeated by Fang Yi without even landing a single hit. After earning recognition from this dojo master, Fang Yi moved on to the next dojo.

Interestingly, as Fang Yi, with Ajiu in tow, headed for the next dojo, the master of the dojo he had just challenged followed along as well. Baffled, Fang Yi asked what it meant.

"Oh, it’s like this. Besides the rule of fighting your way in one dojo at a time, there is also a requirement for previously defeated masters to follow, serving as witnesses," the master explained, his voice tinged with an inexplicable melancholy.

Fang Yi felt sorry for this master.

Being the first in line, he would be the first one to face challengers every time they came, which would surely frustrate anyone.

At the next dojo, there was no suspense, as Fang Yi defeated his opponent in one move.

Then came the third, the fourth...

There were at least forty dojos on this street, with Thunderbolt Fist Hall at the very end. In about an hour, Fang Yi had already reached the twentieth dojo.

At the start, only a few scattered individuals followed Fang Yi, but now, twenty people followed him, all masters of the dojos he had defeated. The procession was impressive, like a long dragon, inevitably drawing attention.

Many people came to this street to apprentice, and when they saw the radiant and dazzling Fang Yi, they came over to watch the commotion. After understanding the gist of the situation, they became interested and joined the crowd to watch.

"Who is this, actually thinking of challenging Thunderbolt Fist?"

"He looks like a mainlander; he’s really stirring up trouble here."

"A mainlander? Pfft! Just like flies and mosquitoes, coming here to issue challenges, it’s utterly laughable!"

"This is already the twentieth martial arts hall, I wonder how many more he can challenge."

"In any case, he’s not going to make it."

The crowd was abuzz with discussions, none of which were optimistic about Fang Yi, especially marked by a tone of disdain towards him, complete with discrimination.

Fang Yi’s hearing was exceptionally sharp, his spiritual sense allowing him to catch these murmurs easily. However, he didn’t care in the slightest, nor did he mind; he was truly here only to ’seek guidance,’ with no intention of showing off.

Continuing forward, Fang Yi entered each martial arts hall, spending less than ten minutes before emerging again; yet, doing so had still wasted an hour or two.

Eventually, Fang Yi arrived at the thirty-sixth martial arts hall.

By now, those who had been following Fang Yi—aside from the hall owners and those who came to apprentice—had also gathered their disciples to watch, and in a short time, their numbers swelled, crowding the entire street with people.

Such a formidable scene naturally alarmed Iron Fist Hall.

In the backyard of Iron Fist Hall, a middle-aged man exchanged glances with several others.

The middle-aged man had a dignified appearance, exuding an air of integrity. Meanwhile, the men opposite him wore insidious smiles and were dressed in uniforms with ’Iron Fist’ emblazoned on the back.

"Ye Hong, it’s time for your Thunderbolt Fist Hall to close, it’s no longer viable. Your father is in his nineties now; what’s the point of holding on to Thunderbolt Fist Hall? Swear allegiance to our Iron Fist Sect, and I guarantee you wealth and splendor beyond measure," one of the men stood out, trying to persuade him in such a tone.

Ye Hong glanced at the man sideways, replying coldly, "Zhou Yuankai, wishful thinking on your part. Even if Thunderbolt Fist Hall can’t hold out any longer, it will never join Iron Fist Sect. Just give up on that idea."

Zhou Yuankai’s expression suddenly turned grim as he said sternly, "Ye Hong, I have already shown you much respect, don’t force me to take it away!"

Ye Hong defiantly replied, "It wouldn’t matter even if your elder brother came; as long as my father lives another day, we will never let Iron Fist Sect’s treacherous schemes succeed!"

"You!"

Just as Zhou Yuankai was about to retort, an Iron Fist Sect disciple suddenly rushed into the yard and whispered a few words into his ear. In an instant, Zhou Yuankai’s expression darkened further.

"How audacious! How dares someone come to Iron Fist Sect to make trouble? I want to see who’s the blind fool that dares to cause discomfort in Iron Fist Sect!"

Having been rejected by Ye Hong, and already in a foul mood, Zhou Yuankai was enraged when he heard someone else intended to challenge Iron Fist Sect—it was intolerable. He exploded with fury.

"Ye Hong, you’ll regret not accepting Iron Fist Sect’s terms!" Zhou Yuankai warned him, then said to the other men, "Let’s go!"

Ye Hong watched impassively, his demeanor as still as an ancient well. After pondering for a moment, he decided to leave the yard. He wanted to see who dared to challenge Iron Fist Sect.

Meanwhile, outside the Iron Fist Hall, Fang Yi was also taken aback upon seeing the hall.

"Could this be one of the six major sects, Iron Fist Sect?" Fang Yi first doubted, feeling he had come to the right place.

The hall of Iron Fist Sect was named Iron Fist Hall, and it was the penultimate martial arts hall on this street. Past Iron Fist Hall was the Thunderbolt Fist Hall; therefore, if Fang Yi succeeded in challenging Iron Fist Hall, he would then be able to seek guidance at Thunderbolt Fist Hall.

Fang Yi stood outside the hall, lit a cigarette, and placed it in his mouth, waiting quietly.