Chapter 67

The crowd discussed endlessly.

Suddenly, a burly man wearing a red mask snorted coldly, leaped up from the crowd, and with a whoosh, landed on the ring, saying coldly: "Is it true that as long as I defeat you with ordinary martial arts, I can get ten portions of spirit substances?"

The youth suddenly opened his eyes, his expression calm, and said: "Naturally, the spirit substances are on the side, you can verify them!"

He directly pointed to an iron pot on the side.

He saw that about ten portions of Three-Colored Grass were placed densely inside the iron pot.

The burly man walked over directly, checked carefully, and nodded repeatedly a moment later, saying: "It's real!"

He turned around again, looked at the youth, crossed his arms, and said in a low voice: "Since that's the case, I'll ask for your advice!"

Whoosh!

With a dash, he came up with a heavy punch, heading straight for the youth's chest.

The youth didn't dodge at all, standing still, letting him smash this punch directly.

Only hearing a bang, this person's fist landed on the youth, as if it had landed on a rotating water surface, causing his expression to change suddenly, and he felt a mysterious spiral force emitted from the opponent's body, which actually stuck to his fist directly.

Not only did it firmly stick to his fist, but it also instantly neutralized his fist force, rebounding all of his fist force and instantly rushing into his own body.

This person groaned, his face flushed, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

It was as if this heavy punch had smashed fiercely into his own chest.

"You!"

He was furious, suddenly curling his fingers into a claw, the other palm in the shape of a tiger claw, grabbing fiercely at the youth's shoulder.

But he didn't expect that the moment he grabbed down with his palm, the youth had already struck in advance, a finger pointing out rapidly, landing on his wrist's vital point on the spot.

Pfft!

In an instant, the burly man let out a miserable groan, his entire arm instantly convulsed, and a stinging pain came.

Then the youth took a step forward, a palm instantly delivered from his waist and ribs, fast to the extreme.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, this person screamed and actually flew backward on the spot, smashing fiercely outside the ring.

Wow!

The entire area outside the ring was in an uproar.

"He seems to be the head of the Liu family in the city; what he just used seems to be the Rolling Stone Fist!"

"Can't be wrong, it is the Rolling Stone Fist, and the Tiger Claw Skill; anyone who can have such attainments must be the head of the Liu family!"

The burly man was extremely embarrassed, stood up quickly, and fled into the distance without looking back.

"I concede!"

The youth crossed his hands and said.

The crowd discussed again.

Fang Yi saw this battle clearly in the crowd.

As expected!

This youth is a Bone Changing Realm expert.

But his realm is not high; he should only have the strength of the Iron Bone Realm!

Then he looked at the old Daoist priest behind him, pondering in his heart, unable to see through that old Daoist priest for a while.

A moment later, he made a decision, leaped, and landed on the ring.

"Little brother, I also want to ask for some advice!"

His voice was hoarse as he looked at the other party.

"Oh? Another expert?"

The youth's eyes lit up and he said: "You know the rules, right? You can verify the spirit substances first!"

"Easy to say."

Fang Yi walked to the side directly and carefully checked the spirit substances in the iron pot.

Before long, he nodded lightly, turned around, and said: "The items are not fake, please!"

"Let me move first?"

The youth suddenly smiled and said: "If I move first, I'm afraid you won't be able to take a single move!"

Swish!

His body swayed, stepping on a mysterious footwork, and he actually approached instantly, five fingers like lightning, grabbing fiercely at several vital points on Fang Yi's waist.

These vital points concerned the operation of the blood energy throughout the body; once grabbed, the blood energy would be blocked, and half of the body would instantly stiffen.

From this, one could see the youth's vicious eye!

However, before this grab could be made, Fang Yi had already pointed a finger, arriving later but striking first, landing instantly on a vital point on his wrist.

This vital point connected the entire palm and arm and was the part where blood energy flowed most smoothly; once pointed, the entire arm would surely become numb instantly, making it difficult to exert force.

The youth exclaimed in surprise, seemingly not expecting Fang Yi to react so quickly, and suddenly changed his move; the palm that was originally grabbing at his waist vital points was instantly withdrawn, five fingers clenched into a fist, attacking his chest directly.

But Fang Yi changed his move extremely quickly too.

The moment he smashed a fist over, he curled his five fingers, like an eagle's beak, pecking at his fist.

These five fingers were sharp and fast, and the direction of the pecking was also the five vital points on the youth's fist.

The youth was greatly surprised and hurriedly changed his move again; this time he changed to a palm technique.

It was still an ordinary palm technique.

But this palm technique was exerted to the extreme in his hands, which could be called supernatural; in an instant, afterimages were linked, dense and numerous, as if covering the sky and earth, making it hard to distinguish true from false.

But Fang Yi's eyes were vicious, seeing through to the source, and a finger poked out again, poking toward the deepest part of the countless afterimages.

The youth leaped backward suddenly, avoiding it in an instant, cold sweat already visible on his forehead.

Just as he retreated, Fang Yi took a step, following up instantly.

The youth leaped backward again.

Fang Yi followed up again...

Just like this, an extremely bizarre scene was staged on the ring.

The youth was constantly retreating, and Fang Yi was constantly moving forward.

There was no further exchange between the two.

One could only see the youth's face turning pale, cold sweat rolling, as if facing something exceptionally terrifying.

Even the old man who had been smoking the dry tobacco pipe couldn't help but exclaim, his eyes instantly falling on Fang Yi.

"Interesting, interesting..."

"Fight, why aren't you fighting?"

"Why is that youth constantly retreating?"

"What's the situation?"

Various voices arose one after another under the ring.

Little did they know that the youth was terrified inside, his hair standing on end, having fallen into an extremely difficult situation.

Because he felt that all his flaws seemed to be seen by Fang Yi.

He originally wanted to make a move, but Fang Yi's gaze just swept over lightly, making him instantly feel that he was full of loopholes; once he made a move, he would surely be broken.

Fang Yi's eyes seemed to have turned into the sharpest long sword, each sword pointing directly at his heart.

Every time he retreated a step, he thought of seven or eight ways to attack.

But these seven or eight ways to attack couldn't be executed in time, and were instantly abandoned under the pressure of Fang Yi's eyes.

Just like this, he leaped more than ten steps.

Finally, he retreated to the edge of the ring!

"You!"

The youth was both surprised and angry, looking at Fang Yi.

Fang Yi finally stopped pressing.

"How about it?"

A hoarse and indifferent voice came from his mouth.

The youth's face was pale, his heart struggling, his entire back already soaked with cold sweat, and he smiled bitterly: "Alright, you win!"

Wow!

The entire area under the ring was in an uproar again instantly.

Everyone discussed, finding it incredible.

"Won, how did he win just like that?"

"Are you kidding? Won without even making a move?"

"How is it possible? What happened?"

Everyone was full of confusion, looking at each other.

Fang Yi said hoarsely: "Spirit substances, I can take them away now, right!"

"You can take them."

The youth's expression was complex as he looked at Fang Yi.

"Many thanks!"

Fang Yi turned and walked toward the iron pot, directly took the package, and began to pack these spirit substances.

But he was on guard at all times, fearing that the youth would suddenly make a move.

Because these were ten portions of spirit substances; he didn't believe the other party would hand them over so easily.

The old Daoist priest on the seat behind suddenly smiled, tapped his tobacco pipe lightly on the area of his shoe sole, and said:

"Now you know the taste of failure, right? Wanting to temper your heart in the red dust is not as simple as just saying it. Although the path of martial arts has declined, there are many things that can be used for reference. Stones from other hills can polish jade; this is the reason why I let you waste so much time setting up a ring here."

Having said this, he suddenly looked at Fang Yi on the side with a smile and said: "Unexpectedly, I can meet a True Dragon in this remote place. To be able to defeat Wushang with ordinary martial arts, with such innate talent, it's rare in the world. Little brother, how about chatting with this old Daoist for a few sentences?"

He knew his disciple's strength well.

Although he didn't major in Martial Dao, he had practiced several martial arts to perfection, and his martial arts wisdom far exceeded ordinary people, which was rare to see even in the entire Mist World.

That the other party could defeat his disciple with ordinary martial arts was enough to show that the other party had more perfected martial arts and deeper martial arts wisdom.

One must know that most people in the world are mediocre; a single ordinary martial art would take an ordinary person more than ten years, or even a lifetime, to comprehend.

Wanting to practice several ordinary martial arts to perfection at the same time is definitely not that easy.

(End of chapter)