God-Level All-rounder Expert

Chapter 702: Chapter 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.

"Shaolin, the source of all Martial Arts," it

Small Hong Fist to Great Hong Fist, followed by Damo Fist, and finally even Grasping

of no use; Fang Yi eventually

heart shook, and he suddenly

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

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

Fang Yi’s spirit soared, and his

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

man toward them. Transformed into a hunting cheetah, Fang Yi closed the distance to the two

holes appeared in the chests

heart. He withdrew the long

swung it diagonally, and droplets of blood oozed from the tip of the spear. His gaze was

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,

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

been at a disadvantage

person he thought he could have easily defeated. Zhou Hao quickly searched

committing such slaughter?" A young man, mustering all his courage and already deeply wary of Fang Yi, said

who are irrelevant may leave, and I won’t stop them. But if you stay with

chill through them all. They exchanged glances, their hot-bloodedness now

Zhou Hao noticed this and immediately called out, "You can’t