584: Chapter 629: The Silent Face-Slapping 584: Chapter 629: The Silent Face-Slapping No one dared to step forward, nor did anyone have the courage to do so.
Even under the imposing authority of Fang Yi’s strong deanor, so people couldn’t help but retreat.
They felt fear, what they had previously scorned and looked down upon as people from the inner regions, had managed to defeat the master of the Iron Fist Hall.
Who else would dare to step out for a battle?
Wouldn’t that be seeking humiliation?
Seeing that no one responded, Fang Yi no longer continued to provoke.
These people of Lank City were arrogant and self-righteous, believing themselves to be the best and looking down on people from the inner regions.
Fang Yi had already slapped their faces with his actions, and that was enough.
Not only that, but Fang Yi had also slapped the face of the Iron Fist Sect, one could say that Fang Yi’s gains were substantial this ti.
Finally, Fang Yi turned and walked towards the last martial arts school—the Thunderbolt Fist Hall!
As Fang Yi walked over, those people quickly made way for him, with Ajiu following behind Fang Yi.
The two arrived at the entrance of the Thunderbolt Fist Hall.
Unlike how he had treated the Iron Fist Sect just before, Fang Yi was very polite as he spoke to the disciple guarding the entrance, “I am Fang Yi, here to seek instruction on the Thunderbolt Fist, please pass the ssage.”
However, a disciple said, “The master has ordered that Mr.
Fang may enter on his own.”
“Thank you,” Fang Yi replied.
Fang Yi asked Ajiu to wait outside and then entered.
But others were very eager to watch, trying to rush inside, while the disciple shouted, “The master has ordered that no outsiders are permitted to enter, or else they would be considered enemies of the Thunderbolt Fist Hall!”
With these words, everyone dared not go in.
Fang Yi went through the gate, where there was a passage that led straight to the main hall of the Hall; Fang Yi followed it directly in.
In the courtyard, disciples were practicing their punches, which were the Thunderbolt Fist, full of vigor.
Upon entering the main hall, a man in a black robe stood with his hands behind his back, his figure sowhat lone, facing away from the entrance.
It seed as if the man in the black robe sensed Fang Yi’s arrival and extended his hand, “Tea is already prepared.”
Fang Yi glanced at the cup of steaming tea and said, “Thank you.”
The man in the black robe turned around; he had a middle-aged appearance, exuding an air of vigorous integrity and striking handsoness.
“Young man, may I know your na?” Ye Hong asked.
“Fang Yi.”
“Good, so you’ve co to challenge my Thunderbolt Fist Hall, have you?”
“It’s not a challenge, just seeking instruction,” Fang Yi said.
He did not co with a murderous intent.
He may have had such intent before the Iron Fist Hall, but here, Fang Yi held no such intent.
Ye Hong put his hands behind his back, standing as straight as a pen, and said, “Seeking instruction, that’s good.
In my view, you are different from the others.”
Fang Yi said, “I don’t understand.”
Ye Hong explained, “In the past, there were also those who fought their way to the Thunderbolt Fist Hall, punch by punch, but all of those people ca with the intention of fa and profit.
They were eager to prove themselves, too impatient, to the point that sotis they would stray from the right path.
But you are different…
Your heart is very calm at the mont, without any desire for victory, possessing an innocent heart.
That’s the biggest difference between you and them.”
Fang Yi replied, “Thank you for the praise and appreciation, senior.”
Ye Hong suddenly sighed and said half-jokingly, “Even though I have spoken such good words, you still want to fight , don’t you.”
However, Fang Yi shook his head and said, “I won’t seek instruction.”
Ye Hong was taken aback and asked curiously, “Weren’t you here to challenge the hall?
Why have you changed your mind?
If my words just now have influenced you, you need not take them seriously; just consider what I said as nonsense.”
“No, I won’t seek instruction,” Fang Yi said stubbornly shaking his head.
This left Ye Hong befuddled.
At that mont, Fang Yi bowed with his fists clenched and said, “I wish to beco your disciple.”
Ye Hong’s face showed a look of surprise, “Beco a disciple?”
Fang Yi nodded, “I wish to beco your apprentice, may I ask if the senior would consent?”
Ye Hong couldn’t help but give a wry smile, then shook his head, “I can’t teach you.”
“Why not?” Fang Yi asked.
Ye Hong replied, “My realm is the sa as Zhou Yuankai’s, and our martial arts cultivation is not much different.
If we were to fight, I might lose to you, so I can’t teach you.”
“That’s quite regrettable,” Fang Yi sighed.
“However…” Ye Hong changed the tone of his discourse, “Although I can’t teach you, my grandfather might be able to.”
His eyes lit up with excitent.
Ye Hong was not willing to let such promising talent slip away.
Fang Yi wouldn’t give Ye Hong the opportunity to refuse and imdiately said, “Thank you, Hall Master.
A promise is a promise, which not even a team of horses can pull back!”
Ye Hong smiled helplessly; he could clearly understand the subtext in Fang Yi’s words, but he wasn’t angry.
Instead, he smiled gently, “Co, I’ll take you to see my grandfather.”
…
Outside the Thunderbolt Fist Hall.
The place was teeming with people, and a young man walked out from the crowd.
The surrounding people recoiled as if from a serpent or scorpion; this person was Zhou Wei.
Upon hearing the news that the head of the Iron Fist Hall had been defeated, Zhou Wei rushed over.
When he saw the pitiful and pathetic state of Zhou Yuankai and his son, he was both angry and furious.
He was angry at the father and son for being so incompetent, and furious that Fang Yi dared to cause trouble at the Iron Fist Hall.
Zhou Wei could vaguely hear many people around him whispering and gossiping about Zhou Yuankai’s devastating loss, and that Fang Yi might soon erge from the Thunderbolt Fist Hall, declaring his victory.
Hearing these words, Zhou Wei was consud with rage.
He had thought that having Cao Yongjun humiliate Fang Yi the day before had been a way of saving face for himself, but unexpectedly, Fang Yi had slapped his face the very next day, and the slap was so harsh that he couldn’t retaliate.
Just then, from inside the Thunderbolt Fist Hall, a disciple dressed in martial arts attire ca out and said loudly, “Everyone, please move aside.”
Without knowing the outco, how could they possibly be content with just leaving?
Naturally, they were unwilling to depart.
“What’s the status of the fight inside?” soone asked.
“There was no fight,” the disciple answered.
Everyone was astonished.
No fight?
What did that an?
Imdiately, the crowd erupted into a buzz of speculation.
The disciple then said, “From this mont on, Mister Fang is a disciple of the Thunderbolt Fist Hall.”
This news was like a bolt from the blue, causing an uproar.
“No fight, and yet he beca a disciple of the Thunderbolt Fist Hall?”
“That man even defeated the head of the Iron Fist Hall, and now he is to beco a disciple of the Thunderbolt Fist Hall?
Does this an…”
In the midst of the crowd, Zhou Wei’s face instantly darkened.
What else could this an?
It ant that the Thunderbolt Fist Hall was a cut above the Iron Fist Sect.
The ssage was clear: look, even the man who beat your Iron Fist Hall’s head has now beco a disciple of our Thunderbolt Fist Hall.
The Iron Fist Hall is too much of a failure.
As the young master of the Iron Fist Sect, Zhou Wei’s face burned with humiliation; with no honor left, he turned and left.
However, in contrast to the bustling gateway, it was extrely tranquil where Fang Yi now was, as Ye Hong led him to et an old man.
This old man had a bright and lively spirit, as if a withered tree in spring, returning to simplicity and truth.
Ye Hong approached and whispered a few words to the old man, who nodded, then looked at Fang Yi and said in an aged voice, “Young man, strike with your strongest punch.”
“Really?” Fang Yi asked.
“Really,” the old man said with a slight smile.
Fang Yi didn’t waste any words and directly executed the Mountain Breaking technique.
With a punch that sounded like the roar of wind and thunder, he struck at the old man.
At that mont, a flash of surprise appeared in the old man’s eyes.
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