God-Level All-rounder Expert-Chapter 702 - 772, Killing You is as Easy as Turning My Hand

Just as Zhou Hao’s voice had barely fallen, over a dozen people moved in unison. Fang Yi watched their every word and action, his expression cold and detached. He once again set down Hua Huiyue, whom he carried on his back.

Because Fang Yi had fled too hastily before, he did not bring the Black Prison with him. Thus, at this moment, Fang Yi could only fight with his bare hands against the encircling murder intent of these dozen adversaries. Deep in color and cold in demeanor, Fang Yi also made his move.

Divine Travel Steps!

With an unpredictable speed, Fang Yi quickly rushed toward the crowd, and upon entering the throng, he instantly unleashed the Eight Extremes Fist.

A disciple from the Qingcheng Sect came at him with a sword. Fang Yi sidestepped with a twist of his body, and in the next instant flicked his fingers, causing the opponent’s longsword to tremble and fly out of their hand.

Fang Yi closed in on this person’s side, throwing an elbow strike. The man’s temple was hit, and he was heavily smashed into the ground, never to rise again.

This was just one of the dozen people surrounding Fang Yi. He had no time to drag the fight on with them, nor to battle it out right there. Only by making a killing move could he ensure that this swarm of flies wouldn’t follow him anymore.

A young monk from the temple approached Fang Yi closely, throwing several fists with vigorous momentum—it was the temple’s renowned Arhat Fist!

Naturally, Fang Yi did not retreat, still responding with the Eight Extremes Fist.

The Arhat Fist was all about fierce and powerful moves, and the Eight Extremes Fist was the same, focusing not only on deflecting the enemy but also on killing. Fang Yi, like a tiger freed from its cage, pushed the Eight Extremes Fist to its limits in an instant. With each punch buzzing through the air, he delivered a force even more vigorous than his opponent’s.

At the same time, the rest of the group also charged at Fang Yi. Some attacked from the flanks, others from behind, sparing no effort. To them, capturing or killing Fang Yi, this major demon, was the right thing to do in the eyes of these righteous Martial Arts Practitioners.

The young monk was at the Earth Level Six Stages, or one might say, Half-step Heavenly. Residing in the "Shaolin, the source of all Martial Arts," it was clear that the young monk’s martial arts were not lacking. As he crossed hands with Fang Yi, he switched between many martial arts moves.

From Arhat Fist to Small Hong Fist, then from Small Hong Fist to Great Hong Fist, followed by Damo Fist, and finally even Grasping Hand was employed. During the interchange with Fang Yi, the opponent had switched through many martial arts techniques.

However, no matter how many martial arts moves were changed, it was of no use; Fang Yi eventually sent him flying with a Mountain Breaking blow.

Simultaneously, Fang Yi’s heart shook, and he suddenly felt one of his acupoints had been breached!

Fang Yi was briefly stunned. He did not expect to actually turn misfortune into a blessing by opening an acupoint. Now, only six acupoints remained sealed. And with the opening of this acupoint, Fang Yi could distinctly feel his strength increasing.

The True Qi left inside Fang Yi’s body by Zhou Hai, wreaking havoc as Fang Yi circulated his inner strength, grew increasingly out of control, breaking through his meridians and acupoints. Zhou Hai had definitely not anticipated that what he left behind would bring such a great assistance to Fang Yi.

And with such a promising start, Fang Yi’s spirit soared, and his fighting grew fiercer and fiercer.

Like a fierce tiger, Fang Yi snatched a long spear from the hands of one disciple. He thrust the spear out, impaling a Qingcheng Sect disciple’s shoulder with the spearhead. Regardless of the wounded man’s shrieking howls, Fang Yi swung the spear in his hand, lifting the man off the ground.

Two others charged from behind; Fang Yi turned around, flinging the impaled man toward them. Transformed into a hunting cheetah, Fang Yi closed the distance to the two startled men.

The spearhead glistened with a cold gleam, and suddenly two bloody holes appeared in the chests of the two men. Their eyes bulged with the injustice of their fates.

Fang Yi’s expression was cold and detached as he felt no fluctuation in his heart. He withdrew the long spear from the chest of a man who then collapsed at the sound.

Carrying the long spear, Fang Yi swung it diagonally, and droplets of blood oozed from the tip of the spear. His gaze was piercing as he looked toward someone.

Now, only two or three people remained, among them Zhou Hao. When Fang Yi’s eyes swept over them, they all felt a chill in their hearts, a coldness creeping up their spines, and Fang Yi’s appearance, holding the long spear like a Killing God, struck them with fear.

Particularly Zhou Hao, who could no longer muster a call for action. Previously, when there were a dozen people, Zhou Hao had felt secure in the front ranks, and with so many people, he believed that even a pile-on would end Fang Yi’s life.

But now Zhou Hao realized he was wrong. Though originally wounded, Fang Yi had initially been at a disadvantage during the encirclement. However, as the battle progressed, he fought with increasing ferocity.

Because of this, Zhou Hao felt terror and fear towards the person he thought he could have easily defeated. Zhou Hao quickly searched his mind for ways to ensure his own survival.

"Fang Devil, you... You’ve already killed so many people, do you... do you still want to continue committing such slaughter?" A young man, mustering all his courage and already deeply wary of Fang Yi, said by tilting his head back.

Fang Yi glanced at the young man and said indifferently, "I don’t want to waste words, nor do I intend to. Those who are irrelevant may leave, and I won’t stop them. But if you stay with the intent to kill me, then I’m sorry, my only response will be—kill!"

The word "kill" that came out of Fang Yi’s mouth sent an inexplicable chill through them all. They exchanged glances, their hot-bloodedness now replaced by calmness, they began to think differently.

They nodded to each other, then began to quietly retreat. Zhou Hao noticed this and immediately called out, "You can’t do this! You are disciples of the righteous sects; how can you retreat like this?"

Zhou Hao was frantic as he was still pondering how to use these few as cannon fodder so that he could escape.

"Zhou Hao, sorry about this, but you are involved, and we are not," one young man said to Fang Yi. "The one who’s wronged should pay the debt—farewell!"

After that, the few of them quickly withdrew. Zhou Hao also attempted to blend in with them to escape.

However, Fang Yi was well prepared for this. As Zhou Hao made his move to leave, Fang Yi had already charged towards him, blocking his path in just a few breaths.

With the long spear pointed straight out, Fang Yi’s eyes were as sharp as a sword as he mocked, "Zhou Hao, weren’t you very vocal earlier? Why are you cowering now?"

Zhou Hao took a deep breath and said coldly, "Fang Yi, we are both at the sixth stage of the Earth Level, with equal cultivation. Killing me won’t be so easy."

"Killing you is as easy as turning my hand," Fang Yi said, lifting the spear and striking abruptly.

Zhou Hao bellowed in rage and charged forward as well. He understood that Fang Yi would not let him leave, and so, rather than fleeing, Zhou Hao advanced to meet the attack. It could be said to be Zhou Hao’s last counterattack.

What Zhou Hao didn’t realize was how wide the gap between him and Fang Yi was. Fang Yi had managed to defeat even the Knife King, let alone him, Zhou Hao. Moreover, in the recent battle, Fang Yi had managed to break through two more meridians.

Therefore, Fang Yi only had four more meridians left to breach!

Even so, for Fang Yi to overwhelm and defeat Zhou Hao was an effortless task.