God-Level All-rounder Expert

Chapter 190: Chapter 188, Pure and Bright Plum Blossoms

"He must have run away," Fang Yi said as he walked over and picked up the knife.

"This guy is pretty harsh on himself," Song Wuliang gasped with surprise.

Being able to pull out a knife that had pierced through the thigh, without making a sound, and then managing to run away, indeed showed severity. Not only harsh to others but to himself as well—such an adversary is the most troublesome.

However, now was not the time to worry about that. Holding the knife, Fang Yi looked at Song Wuliang and said, "Can you walk?"

Baring his teeth and grimacing, Song Wuliang said, "I can walk, but my butt hurts a bit."

Fang Yi replied, "If you did fewer despicable deeds in the future, it wouldn’t hurt so much."

Having said that, Fang Yi headed back in the direction they had come from, meeting Lin Mengyan and Yiyi on the way, and then the group made their way towards the peak of Broken Dragon Mountain.

The lighting had been restored here, but it was a complete mess, like the aftermath of a wild party.

Just as Fang Yi and his group had returned, a bunch of people ran over and stopped Fang Yi.

"What’s the meaning of this! Looking for a fight, are you?" Song Wuliang shouted.

"Hmph! Fatso, shut your damn mouth," a young man retorted coldly.

"Motherfucker, who are you calling fatso? I hate that nickname the most," Song Wuliang rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight.

But at that moment, a middle-aged man stepped forward, his face overcast, his eyes sharp as swords, staring at Fang Yi.

"You actually dared to cripple Bai Kuang’s arm! I will cripple one of your arms," the middle-aged man said coldly.

"Evidence?" Fang Yi replied indifferently.

"Do we even need evidence? Fang Yi, your actions are simply despicable!"

"Bai Young Master has already lost, and yet you still chose to cripple his arm. Are you trying to provoke the entire Bai Family?" someone agitated from the shadows, clearly trying to stir up trouble.

Fang Yi let out a cold laugh. Although the person was hidden in the crowd, Fang Yi still glanced in that direction, causing the man to immediately hide within the crowd and dared not speak again.

"You crippled Bai Kuang’s arm, so I will cripple one of yours," said the middle-aged man.

middle-aged man made a move

his speed was

Fang Yi was enraged!

gone out just a moment before, and this middle-aged man had taken that opportunity to try and kill Fang Yi. If it hadn’t been for Fang Yi’s quick reflexes, he probably would have been killed already. Fang Yi didn’t bring up that topic, but now the middle-aged man had made the first

Fang Yi still had to fight;

with a palm, his palm wind turbulent,

energy, no hesitation, he

Mountain Breaking!

force was like a mighty wave, Fang Yi channeled all his Inner Strength into his right

Boom!

the people around to involuntarily retreat and

churned for a moment. His complexion showed a slight surprise, but it quickly changed into a sneer, "It’s just

sneered continuously. Although Fang Yi’s move had surprised him, that

Yi felt both anger and helplessness, the

sneered as he stepped forward, about to grab Fang Yi’s collar, while the knife

stern shout

and

catching bad luck. Song Wuliang’s expression turned weird, and he muttered under his

glance at the middle-aged man before

the entire venue

man, who previously radiated arrogance and dominance, now wore a deeply unattractive sullen expression: "Patriarch Song, this matter is between him and

young—I can’t stand to watch such things. So I thought, why not interfere? What’s wrong, you have a

seemed a bit disreputable, he was incredibly imposing and

Patriarch Song’s status, he certainly had the clout to back him up. After all, the Song family was one of Rongcheng’s four

Song family held ranks within

man slightly lowered his proud head. He was an Earth Level master, but dare he

pester, I really can’t stand people like you! You agreed to a fight to the death, and now, merely crippling that young punk Bai Kuang’s arm is already merciful. If you can’t afford to play, don’t play. If you play and

continued his

Patriarch Song," a cold voice said

anything wrong?" Patriarch Song forcefully

turned his head

the bet, and if

forehead veins bulging as he strained to