157: Chapter 159, A Man Will Not Fall 157: Chapter 159, A Man Will Not Fall Zhou Quan made his move with ruthless aggression, the true embodint of the Black Tiger Heart Pluck technique, with such speed that even Fang Yi couldn’t help but change his expression.
At least an Earth Level expert!
Fang Yi had this sensation and had anticipated it; now, facing the old man again, he felt it keenly.
With no other choice, Fang Yi had to use the stepping technique taught by the old man, transforming into a ghostly figure, darting like a streak of lightning, barely avoiding Zhou Quan’s strike.
However, despite this, Fang Yi still felt a sharp pain in his chest—the old man’s claw had touched him.
“Divine Travel Steps?!” Zhou Quan was taken aback internally, though his face did not reveal it.
How does this kid know the Divine Travel Steps?
Suddenly, Zhou Quan’s gaze towards Fang Yi changed, no longer filled with the previous contempt but becoming piercingly cold, as if his stare could carve Fang Yi open.
“Young man, who taught you this stepping technique?” Zhou Quan asked.
“You want to know?” Fang Yi retorted.
“Speak, and I can make your suffering a little less.”
“Heh, you want to know, but I just won’t tell,” Fang Yi sneered.
This ti, Fang Yi did not back down; instead, he took the initiative to attack.
The difference in their levels was too great; it was better to go all out.
Of course, this wasn’t to say Fang Yi could truly bridge the vast divide and defeat Zhou Quan, but it was simply in his nature not to resign himself to death without a fight.
“It seems I’ll have to employ so asures on you,” Zhou Quan said coldly, closing the distance.
The gap was indeed too wide.
As Fang Yi launched his attack, Zhou Quan easily dodged and then landed a blow on Fang Yi’s back, causing him to spit out blood and stagger.
But Fang Yi did not fall.
His back just bent slightly, then he straightened up again.
A fierce look appeared on Fang Yi’s face.
Without a word, he wiped the blood from his mouth, let out a low growl, and charged at Zhou Quan.
“A man must not bow his head, for once you’ve bowed, you’ll have to keep your head down for a lifeti.”
The old man’s words reverberated in Fang Yi’s ears at this mont.
Fang Yi was recklessly fearless; nothing could make him bow his head.
“You truly don’t know what’s good for you.
If you want to die, I will oblige you,” Zhou Quan said dominantly, the chill in his eyes replaced once again by disdain.
In his eyes, at that mont, Fang Yi was akin to a child.
No matter how hard a child tries, they cannot beat an adult—that is the difference.
Fang Yi, like a ferocious tiger, charged forth, roaring in a low voice when he reached in front of Zhou Quan.
A flash of coldness appeared in Zhou Quan’s eyes as his withered hand ford a fist, striking at Fang Yi’s chest.
However, this caused Zhou Quan to hesitate—why didn’t the kid dodge?
In fact, Zhou Quan didn’t know that Fang Yi never intended to dodge.
Fang Yi took Zhou Quan’s punch with his body, veins bulging on his forehead, his internal organs shaken, causing him to spit out another mouthful of blood.
Zhou Quan’s punch was fueled by Inner Strength.
People of Human Level capabilities could use external force, while those at Earth Level could use Inner Strength, and generally, those who have cultivated Inner Strength have a profound understanding of martial arts.
But Fang Yi simply wouldn’t avoid the blow; instead, he furiously pounced on Zhou Quan, wrapping his arms around Zhou Quan’s neck and thrusting his head forward violently!
Bang!
Forehead collided with forehead, leaving everyone around dumbfounded—they had never expected Fang Yi to use such a crude tactic, reminiscent of a street thug’s brawl.
Yet, it had to be admitted, this was strangely effective.
Zhou Quan, although an Earth Level master, was really just an old man; how could he withstand Fang Yi’s resilience?
Zhou Quan saw stars when he got hit, stumbling in his steps, and at this mont, Fang Yi, as if under the influence of so drug, finally knocked Zhou Quan to the ground, then started slapping him repeatedly.
“Take that, you son of a bitch, for trying to play the age card with !
Co on, get up!
Keep fighting !”
Fang Yi sat on top of Zhou Quan, fiercely slapping his face.
“Co hit !
You think you’re so tough?
Co on!”
As Fang Yi alternated between slapping and taunting, his brazenness knew no bounds.
At this mont, Fang Yi, with blood on his lips and a crazed look, resembled a mad dog, intimidating those close enough to take a few steps back involuntarily, fearing they might get drawn into the fray.
Zhou Quan was an Earth Level master, sothing Fang Yi had to admit, yet now, Zhou Quan was defeated by Fang Yi’s hands—a fact that was undeniable.
In truth, it was Zhou Quan’s own carelessness to bla; he had one major flaw—he was old.
Fang Yi dared to fight and get injured in close combat with him.
If Zhou Quan hadn’t been so complacent, he would not have ended up in such a state.
Zhou Quan was about to be knocked unconscious by Fang Yi’s slaps, his mouth bleeding, looking extrely pitiful.
But pity often cos from contemptible behavior; earlier Zhou Quan, relying on his superior martial arts, oppressed Fang Yi.
Now, Fang Yi was simply returning the favor.
Gradually, Fang Yi stood up, his body swaying as if a gust of wind might blow him over.
Fang Yi’s chest hurt badly.
He had pushed himself to the limit to take on Zhou Quan, now suffering from the effects of Inner Strength.
If he didn’t receive tily treatnt, it would undoubtedly leave lingering ailnts.
But Fang Yi understood he could not fall, not at this mont.
Yes, he could not fall!
“I must stay standing for the sake of pride; I cannot fall!”
Fang Yi thought of Shen Binnan; he now had to buy ti for that woman.
A woman approached Fang Yi with asured steps.
It was Bai Jingjing.
“You’ve done enough, don’t go on anymore,” Bai Jingjing said.
Seeing the fresh blood on Fang Yi’s mouth, she was inexplicably reminded of the ti Fang Yi had taken a knife for her.
Fang Yi shook his head and said weakly, “Not enough.”
Bai Jingjing frowned and asked, “Do you think it’s worth doing all this?”
Fang Yi was silent for a mont, then sighed, “In what I do, I never question worth; my conscience must be clear.”
Bai Jingjing suddenly sneered, “Clear conscience?
But I think Shen Binnan, that woman, seeing you like this, won’t feel a shred of guilt.”
Fang Yi stopped talking and walked towards Fang Tianqi.
In the crowd, Kong Qingci wanted to step out but was held back.
“Qingci, going out now won’t help anything; just let him be,” Kong Linghai said.
Kong Qingci took a step forward, but ultimately she retracted it, as her third uncle Kong Linghai had said, even if she stepped out, she could not stop Fang Yi.
Once the tiger in a man’s heart is released, even with the desire to restrain it, it cannot be stopped.
Lin ngyan looked very anxious at this mont.
When she saw the determination in Fang Yi’s eyes, she suddenly had an ominous premonition.
Fang Yi walked with unsteady steps towards Fang Tianqi, seemingly about to fall backward at any mont, yet Fang Yi didn’t fall.
He just stood there, no one knowing what kept him up.
“For a woman, what you’re doing, it’s really not worth it,” Fang Tianqi spoke slowly, his expression remarkably calm.
“Whether or not it’s worth it, that’s my business.
Fang Tianqi, isn’t it?
By the way, we share a surna.
Don’t you think you’re pushing people too far?” Fang Yi said coldly.
“So what if I’m pushing you?
Fang Yi, in my eyes, you’re nothing but a dog,” Fang Tianqi replied coldly.
Fang Yi fell silent.
The next mont, a fierce look crossed Fang Yi’s face, and he suddenly made his move.
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