Free Web NovelChapter 804: Chapter 320: Don’t You Think Qingzi Is Really Cool!?
How is this possible?
The immense gap and absurdity instantly struck Miao Zhe’s simple and crude understanding.
He couldn’t accept it.
"Ugh—!!!"
The extreme humiliation and rage instantly overwhelmed the trace of confusion.
An inhuman roar erupted from Miao Zhe’s throat.
His right hand, gripped tightly, suddenly exerted force, muscles coiled and bulging, trying to break free from that vice-like grasp.
At the same time, his left fist was like a cannonball leaving the chamber.
Carrying the same savage power and a piercing sound as it tore through the air, with relentless determination, it ruthlessly smashed toward Fang Qingyu’s unguarded right flank.
This punch, even faster, even harsher.
The target directly aimed at the fragile internal organs.
Aiming at the point the enemy must defend.
A ruthless gleam flickered in Miao Zhe’s eyes.
So what if my right fist is caught?
I still have my left fist!
Let’s see how you’ll block this one?
Faced with this insidious and vicious sneak attack from an odd angle with the left fist, Fang Qingyu still did not turn back.
Not even letting go of the hand gripping Miao Zhe’s right fist.
Fang Qingyu simply shifted slightly to the right.
The movement was minimal.
Natural and smooth to the extreme.
Whoosh!
Miao Zhe’s left fist, determined to hit, carrying all his strength, with a shrieking whistle of the wind, almost grazed past Fang Qingyu’s side where he had shifted away.
The force of the punch tore a small slit in Fang Qingyu’s clothing corner.
Yet... it couldn’t even touch his skin!
Missed?!
The vicious gleam in Miao Zhe’s eyes instantly froze, replaced by immense shock.
And the opponent just sidestepped slightly?!
This simplest of movements carried the precision of timing, distance, and foresight and control of the opponent’s attack trajectory.
Marvelous.
Under the mask, the corner of Fang Qingyu’s mouth seemed to curl slightly upwards.
The arc vanished quickly, like an illusion.
But Miao Zhe caught it.
It wasn’t mockery.
It was like the expression of seeing something extremely dull yet having to deal with it with a hint of weariness?
As if saying.
Your attack, is this all there is? How utterly boring.
"Ugh—!!!"
This hint of weariness completely ignited the last remnants of reason within Miao Zhe’s heart.
Extreme fury and humiliation overwhelmed his thoughts like molten lava.
He no longer thought of techniques, foresight, or disparity!
He only wanted to use the most primal, savage force to utterly tear apart this figure before him that brought him immense shame and fear.
"Die! Die! Die! Go to hell—!!!"
Miao Zhe was completely engulfed in frenzy!
The right fist held by Fang Qingyu struggled madly; the left fist withdrew, both fists, like a violent storm, hurled with unrestrained madness toward Fang Qingyu’s vital points, uncoordinated yet containing terrifying strength.
Fists flying everywhere.
The sound of breaking air crackling like a barrage.
Every punch capable of shattering stone and splitting monuments.
He was like a thoroughly enraged fierce beast, intent on tearing the opponent apart by the most savage means.
Facing this furious attack like a torrential storm.
Fang Qingyu finally moved.
He released the grip on Miao Zhe’s right fist.
His form, like a phantom, weaved elegantly through the dense shadows of fists.
Movements still minimal, carrying a grace like a leisurely wander.
At times sidestepping, at times slightly leaning back, occasionally taking a light step...
Miao Zhe’s violent fist force, enough to smash through walls, always narrowly grazed past the corners of his clothing or was narrowly dodged by him.
The dense gusts of punches roared around him, creating small craters on the arena floor with dust spreading.
Yet were never able to truly reach Fang Qingyu’s body.
Finally.
In a moment when Miao Zhe’s powerful but slightly stiff uppercut, due to its wild force, missed, exposing him completely, his old strength exhausted and new strength yet to arise.
Fang Qingyu acted.
An extremely simple move.
His left leg, like a whip, swung upward from below, inside out, tracing a sharp arc.
A standardized sidekick.
The movement was clean and neat, without any flamboyance, yet the speed was extreme.
So fast it left a blurred trail in the air.
Miao Zhe’s pupils contracted to the size of a needlepoint.
A fatal chill rushed from the tailbone to his head.
He saw it.
He clearly saw the trajectory of that incoming kick.
But... his body couldn’t keep up with the speed of thought.
The full-force uppercut he had just thrown left his body momentarily rigid.
There was no time to make an effective block or evade.
He could only watch helplessly as that foot, coated in starlit sparks and coursing with lava-dark red Qi Blood, like a battle axe, with a tearing shriek of the air, rapidly enlarged in his vision.
Target... was his face covered by the bone mask.
"No—!!!"
A desperate scream echoed in Miao Zhe’s heart, frantically trying to turn his head.
But... too late!
Bam—!!!!
A dull, heart-stopping thud, like a Heavy Hammer ruthlessly striking a leather-wrapped sandbag.
All spectators clearly saw.
Miao Zhe’s face, covered by the ferocious bone mask, at the instant contact was made with that instep, suddenly caved in and deformed inwardly.
The bone mask emitted a groan of unbearable load, instantly covered with web-like cracks.
Immediately.
The mask shattered.
Fragments mixed with crimson blood, fractured nasal bone pieces, shattered teeth...
Like fireworks, bursting in all directions.
Miao Zhe’s head snapped back at an exaggerated angle.
His entire burly frame was lifted off the ground by this terrifying force.
