Chapter 722

This scene made the people around silently applaud the young man in their hearts.

Fang Yang stopped before the two men, displaying his tall frame and powerful aura.

His gaze, sharp as a torch, swept over the two men, and his voice revealed unshakable resolve: "Do you find this amusing? Is bullying the weak the only thing you can do?"

The two men, forced to meet Fang Yang's gaze, felt fear and unease rise within them.

Their previously arrogant and domineering attitude vanished instantly, replaced by terror and retreat.

"You... what does this have to do with you!" one man stammered in rebuttal.

"Yeah! We were just making a few jokes. On what grounds do you accuse us?" the other man joined the argument, trying to mask his inner panic.

Fang Yang sneered, raising a finger to point at Li Zhou behind him: "You could try making similar mockery and provocation against me, after all, I am this cameraman's friend."

Li Zhou straightened his body, revealing a look of warning and threat.

He did not speak another word, but his firm stance conveyed a message that could not be underestimated.

Silence and tension fell upon the crowd.

Everyone felt the immense power radiating from Fang Yang and Li Zhou.

The bullet screen scrolled continuously with praises like "Fang Yang is a true man!" and "Admire his courage!"

The immense power radiating from Fang Yang could not be ignored, and people expressed their appreciation and support for him online.

Meanwhile, the two men, paying no attention, asked Fang Yang who he was, seemingly implying a threat toward him.

One man asked mockingly: "Who are you? If you have the ability, explain it to us."

Fang Yang calmly replied: "I am a Red Scarf."

Hearing this answer, the two men burst into laughter.

One of the men angrily declared: "You are asking for death!"

Li Zhou leaned close to Fang Yang's ear and whispered a few words; their eyes were filled with determination and resolve.

Their tacit communication left the surrounding people even more amazed, and they silently prayed for them.

Suddenly, a message appeared on the bullet screen: "Fang Yang comes with ill intent! Be careful of your opponent!" This message caught the attention of the audience on site.

Everyone knew that on this platform, few dared to openly provoke Fang Yang; these two men would not be easy to deal with.

Fang Yang sneered, looking at the two men, his eyes flashing with killing intent.

He fearlessly replied: "Then let you witness the power of the Red Scarf."

Fang Yang's figure moved with agility, dodging the man's grab; his movements were as elegant as flowing clouds and water.

He faced his opponent with a smile, completely unruffled.

Suddenly, he raised both hands, clasping them together as if in prayer.

With a soft chant, he transformed into a Shaolin disciple.

Fang Yang's footwork was agile and flexible, every movement precise and flawless.

He dodged the opponent's attack with astonishing speed and delivered a flying kick that struck the man's chest hard.

The man was knocked back several steps by the kick but quickly regained his balance.

"You little brat actually have some skills!" the man said in a rage.

Fang Yang smiled faintly, his eyes revealing confidence.

"You such small characters are not worth my wasting much effort on," he deliberately provoked.

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Hearing this, the other man flew into a rage: "Nonsense! Watch me beat you until you're looking for your teeth on the ground!" He strode forward and charged at Fang Yang.

Fang Yang's gaze remained calm as he waited for the opponent's attack.

When the man came within range, he unleashed exquisite palm techniques; every move and every form was precise and meticulous.

The man's attacks came like a storm, but Fang Yang, relying on his swift footwork and precise skills, dodged every strike.

He did not retreat, appearing like an invincible warrior.

The two fought with the intensity of wind and clouds rising, leaving the onlookers dumbfounded.

They were deeply shocked by Fang Yang's unique and immense power.

Fang Yang suddenly leaped into the air and punched down at the man.

The man had no time to defend; struck in the chest by Fang Yang's fist force, he flew backward and crashed into the wall.

Fang Yang swiftly dodged the wooden stick waved by the man; his figure was as agile and nimble as flowing clouds and water.

Every attack was easily evaded by him, as if he possessed supernatural intuition and reaction abilities.

"You detestable fellow!" the man roared in fury, glaring at Fang Yang with eyes full of anger.

Fang Yang looked back at him calmly and composedly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"You are truly weak."

Provoked by Fang Yang's ruthless words, the man suddenly unleashed an even more violent and savage assault.

He wielded the wooden stick, swinging it wildly left and right; every strike carried the force of destroying withered wood.

Fang Yang remained calm and composed, using his agile movements and precise judgment to dodge the man's increasingly dangerous and ferocious attacks.

Every dodge was executed at the moment of peril, giving a feeling as gorgeous and satisfying as flowing clouds and water.

The man grew even more furious; his attacks became increasingly crazy and cruel.

He struck Fang Yang's head, chest, and abdomen without mercy, hoping to completely defeat Fang Yang in this hand-to-hand combat.

However, Fang Yang still maintained his calm and composure.

Every attack was easily dodged by him, displaying a unique calmness and resilience in the face of deadly threats.

The onlookers all held their breath, deeply shocked by Fang Yang's astonishing skills and determination.

In this life-and-death struggle, Fang Yang radiated an unstoppable, peerless momentum that no one could resist.

Fang Yang continued to skillfully dodge the man's frenzied attacks, darting and leaping across the arena like a nimble leopard.

Every movement of his was filled with determination and precision, leaving onlookers unable to help but be captivated.

However, at the same time, in the internet live stream, the audience felt no resonance with Fang Yang's performance.

The bullet comments were flooded with mockery and disdain: "How is this guy's kung fu so poor?"

"When will he ever learn to do better?"

"Absolutely shameful!"

Although Fang Yang had no time to attend to those online trolls, these words still involuntarily echoed in his ears.

For someone who believed he had mastered an invincible art, such doubts were undoubtedly a mockery and an insult.

He slowly halted his movements and turned his gaze toward the rapidly scrolling text of the bullet comments on the screen.

A look of disdain gradually appeared on his face.

"It seems you all think I am truly weak," he said lightly.

At this moment, Li Zhou walked over to Fang Yang's side. Looking at the mocking remarks on the screen, he could not help but shake his head.

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"These people are just petty-minded netizens who will forever only sit in front of computers and speak cold words with their mouths."

Fang Yang showed a faint smile: "Exactly, they only choose to complain on keyboards. What we must do is prove our strength to them."

With resolve flashing in his eyes, Fang Yang threw himself back into the battle.

He dodged the man's increasingly frenzied attacks with incredible speed and agility.

Every evasion was flawless, as beautiful and fluid as drifting clouds and flowing water.

A cold light shone in Fang Yang's eyes as he faced the man's more intense attacks without fear.

The man was like a furious beast; as his fists and feet crossed, they produced piercing sounds of wind.

Yet, relying on his extraordinary footwork and rich combat experience, Fang Yang was still able to skillfully avoid every strike.

The man panted in frustration, anger flowing through his eyes.

He knew deep down that he now faced a powerful and fearless challenger, one not only highly skilled but possessing footwork so exquisite it was beyond reach.

The audience held their breath, watching the intense and thrilling battle scene on the computer screen.

The bullet comments were filled with anticipation and awe: "This guy is too strong!" "I have never seen such agile footwork!" "Fang Yang is truly amazing!"

Li Zhou stared tightly at Fang Yang's figure on the screen, elegantly and swiftly dodging the attacks.

A feeling of admiration surged in his heart, accompanied by pride in Fang Yang's strength.

In this seemingly unsolvable duel, Fang Yang revealed his true strength in combat.

"Fang Yang, go for it!" Li Zhou shouted involuntarily.

Fang Yang focused his spirit and gathered his Qi, his entire body's muscles instantly tensing.