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Chapter 61 - 61 60 Venting!

61: Chapter 60, Venting!

61: Chapter 60, Venting!

Led by a bald man, four people came and surrounded Fang Yi.

Actually, to say they surrounded him wasn’t exactly true; upon observing, Fang Yi noted that he could easily escape if he wished, but he had no intention of running—otherwise, why wouldn’t he have just taken the back door?

“Kid, what’s your name?

State it,” the bald man said, sizing Fang Yi up from head to toe and feeling an extreme disdain upon seeing Fang Yi’s refined appearance.

“Fang Yi.” He didn’t care much as he stated his own name.

“Fang Yi, huh?

Do you know who you’ve messed with?” the bald man asked again.

“No idea,” Fang Yi responded; even if he did, he wouldn’t say so, as long as he knew it himself.

“Not know?

Let me tell you, you’ve messed with Young Master Ren today.

Here in Moon City, who doesn’t know Young Master Ren?

And yet you say you don’t know,” the bald man’s eyes grew more scornful and his tone more contemptuous as he added, “I’ll give you a chance—go kneel and knock your head on the ground three times in front of Young Master Ren, and I’ll only break one of your legs.

Otherwise…hehe…”

Fang Yi indifferently said, “I’ve only ever seen others kowtow to me, I don’t have the habit of kowtowing to others.” His meaning was clear: thinking he would kowtow?

No chance at all.

The bald man’s eyes narrowed slightly, showing a ruthless light; his smile turned ferocious, “Looks like you’re not choosing to show respect, but rather to face punishment!”

“You all can come at me together,” Fang Yi said arrogantly.

Upon hearing Fang Yi’s arrogant remark, the bald man and his group felt provoked.

A large, vigorous man stood out; he bent his fingers, cracking his knuckles with a series of loud snaps, and even tilted his head sideways to warm up for the fight.

“Actually…I’m not just a pianist,” Fang Yi suddenly mentioned, addressing Ding Miaoyan by his side.

“And what else can you do?”

“I can fight,” Fang Yi replied.

“I saw a bit of that the other day,” Ding Miaoyan commented.

“That was nothing,” Fang Yi replied, his tone revealing utter ease, “Just watch.”

Ding Miaoyan instinctively stepped back, knowing she would only be a distraction by Fang Yi’s side and since she had no quarrel with these people, she let them be.

The man who had warmed up approached Fang Yi first.

He was a whole head taller than Fang Yi, and his waist was significantly broader.

The big man roared lowly, his momentum formidable, charging at Fang Yi furiously.

His fist swung at Fang Yi’s face.

To the spectators, the refined and delicate-looking Fang Yi seemed incapable of withstanding such a blow and seemed destined to be struck and sent flying…

“Kid, I’m going to make you beg for mercy!” the big man sneered.

Fang Yi’s expression turned cold; seeing the fist heading his way, Fang Yi suddenly split his legs, his knees slightly bending, ready to run.

But in the next moment, Fang Yi’s hands, at an incredible angle, bypassed the big man’s fist, instead snaring his arm!

Fang Yi’s movements turned ghostly, as agile as the wind; he stood with his back against the big man, his shoulders above the big man’s chest!

Seconds later, Fang Yi’s elbow suddenly bent, hammering into the big man’s chest.

The big man, previously sneering, instantly twisted his face in agony…

“Impossible!” someone cried out in shock.

The crowd sensed something was off.

And before their shocked eyes, Fang Yi, supporting the big man’s robust and towering body with his shoulder, flipped him over.

Boom!

A perfect shoulder throw!

The big man hit the ground, the pain tearing through his chest from Fang Yi’s strike and his head throbbing painfully; he couldn’t get up for a while.

Fang Yi walked over, squatted in front of the big man, and clenched his fist.

“Kid, you dare!” the bald man suddenly shouted, his eyes filled with fierceness.

Fang Yi, as if he hadn’t heard the bald man’s words, smashed his fist into the face of the burly man, twisting his head and knocking him out cold.

Then Fang Yi slowly stood up, a mocking smile on his lips, “I hit you.

What about it?”

“This kid is quite strong.

He’s a practitioner.

Let’s go at him together!” the bald man said.

He had intended to face him alone, but having seen the strength Fang Yi displayed just now, he thought it better to team up.

As soon as he said this, the others agreed.

The next moment, the four men charged at him simultaneously.

Fang Yi, with a cold smile, said, “Perfect timing.” He suddenly felt his fighting spirit boiling.

These were skilled men, far superior to the petty thugs Fang Yi had fought before.

Maybe he was naturally drawn to battle, for he didn’t panic at being outnumbered, but instead felt exhilarated.

Fang Yi didn’t retreat but advanced, charging directly into the midst of the four men.

Behind the glass door, Kong Qingci stood with her arms crossed over her chest, embodying a serene beauty.

Watching the fight outside, her gaze stayed locked on Fang Yi, never wavering.

“No wonder he’s not afraid of retaliation—he’s truly skilled and bold…” Kong Qingci murmured, finally understanding why Fang Yi had been so confident before—it was because he had the prowess to back it up.

Kong Qingci had to admit, she was becoming curious about this man, who was so different from the others she had met.

Even without any powerful backing, relying solely on himself, he dared to confront Ren Hao, the son of Ren Tianqing, one of Moon City’s three magnates.

If it were those rich second-generations or officials’ kids, they probably would have been calling for connections already.

Ding Miaoyan stood at the door, her purse slung over her shoulder, also watching Fang Yi.

When she saw Fang Yi knock down one man, she heaved a sigh of relief, and even more so when he floored a second person.

In the end, only the bald man was left.

Seeing his companions fall one by one, the bald man’s internal assuredness faltered.

The bald man had mixed on the fighting stage, boxed both above and underground, granting him considerable combat skills.

However, these skills felt insufficient against Fang Yi.

“It seems you’re the only one left,” Fang Yi said, his mocking smile growing thicker, “Aren’t you going to back off yet?”

“You haven’t fallen yet!” the bald man snarled coldly.

“No one has ever made me fall, and you won’t be an exception,” Fang Yi retorted.

“Enough of your arrogant nonsense, kid!” the bald man raged, his fervor stirred.

Since joining the Black Water Alliance, he had never encountered such an opponent.

Fear mingled with his unwillingness to lose.

But in the next moment, Fang Yi moved close to him like a wraith, and with a backhand slap, forced the bald man to retreat repeatedly.

“A slap technique!

You…

you know Eight Extremes Fist?!” the bald man exclaimed in shock.

“I’m impressed you’ve noticed,” Fang Yi remarked.

A shock went through the bald man’s heart.

He had witnessed the Eight Extremes Fist in the fighting ring, able to defeat an opponent in just a few moves.

The style was rumored to have few inheritors left, and he hadn’t expected his opponent to be one of them.

The bald man knew he had lost to someone who knew the Eight Extremes Fist!

Fang Yi advanced towards the bald man again, expecting him to step aside.

But in the next instant, the bald man charged at him.

This time Fang Yi didn’t hold back, launching a close-body shoulder strike that sent the opponent flying.

Then, Fang Yi stood in front of Ren Hao.

At that moment, Ren Hao’s forehead was slightly sweaty.

The bald man had been a boxer, and a good one at that, as were the men he brought with him.

However, to Ren Hao’s surprise, they had all fallen, and Fang Yi stood unscathed.

Ren Hao, noticing the mocking smile on Fang Yi’s lips, said coldly, “What do you want to do!”

“I’m very angry right now, so I want to vent a bit,” Fang Yi declared.

The next moment, Fang Yi suddenly swung his arm, backhanding Ren Hao across the face.

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