Tonight, I will vent all my hatred on you?
Who are you?
Are you a beauty?
Fang Yan only wanted to say one word to the Martial Fanatic: Dream on!
Fang Yan had fought against the Japanese Sword God, and when the battle was about to end, he suffered a tragic attack.
Because the enemy's artillery was too fierce, the top of One Sword Peak was almost flattened.
Three years had passed, and the hillside was still flat, but the burnt grass had once again sprouted, and the burnt branches had once again grown new trunks. They grew vigorously, as if they were humans.
With the grass and branches on the peak, there was not much change compared to three years ago, but the people were no longer the old friends from three years ago.
The soul of Chiba Bing returned to heaven, and was he still practicing swordsmanship every day?
Fang Yan knew that there was too much resentment hidden in his heart, and that there was too much hostility in his body.
He was gentle and courteous, and welcomed people with a smile. But, when would he be able to avenge his father's murder? When would the murderer receive the punishment he deserved?
Every night before he went to sleep, he would blame himself for letting the bad guy live one more day.
Therefore, Lu Chaoge could see the anger in his heart, and the Martial Fanatic Hou Zhendong could see the murderous intent in his heart.
Murderous intent could also be turned into fighting spirit, into the courage to fight in the face of death.
He was a refined gentleman with extraordinary taste in clothes, but he was also a gloomy and ruthless beast that could tear a human apart at any time.
The English poet Siegfried Sasson once wrote this immortal epigram: In my heart, there is a tiger sniffing the rose.
In the depths of everyone's heart, there is a tiger living, but outside the tiger's den, there are still roses growing.
Rosefinch Secondary was Fang Yan's rose, Lu Chaoge was Fang Yan's rose, and everything beautiful and peaceful was Fang Yan's Rose Garden.
However, a tiger was a tiger after all, and how could a tiger not want to fight? How could it not eat people?
He wanted to fight!
He wanted to fight more than anyone else!
Since even Lu Chaoge could see it, Hou Zhendong, the martial arts fanatic, did not find it strange at all when he saw Fang Yan.
He looked at the Martial Addict with a smile and said, "Therefore, I have to thank you for giving me such a chance to vent my anger."
"I like to fight with angry people." The Martial Addict said, "Because only angry people will disregard everything. At that time, you will truly understand the preciousness of life — live or die. "
"You are a philosopher."
"Every madman has the potential to become a philosopher. Those who like me call me Martial Fanatic, and those who don't like me call me Martial Madman, "Martial Fanatic said with a smile. He glanced around and said, "It's dark and there are only a few spectators. There was no heated discussion in the city, no tens of thousands of people watching, no cheers, and no applause. Compared to the battle between you and the Japanese Sword God Chiba three years ago, it was too simple and shabby. Do you feel very disappointed? "
"I'm a warrior, not an actor," Fang Yan said. "The fewer the people, the better, that way we can fight to our heart's content."
"That's exactly what I want." The Martial Addict clapped. "Fighting is a matter between two people, what's the point of having a bunch of useless people chatter on the side?"
Before the Martial Addict finished, he raised his right foot and stomped down on a rock on the ground.
Bam!
The top of the hard rock was stomped into a deep groove, the rock inside the groove had already turned to dust when he exerted force.
Rumble — —
A strong airflow gushed out and headed in Fang Yan's direction.
Wherever the air current passed, a deep crack appeared. The grass and rocks that came into contact with the air current either broke in half or crumbled into pieces.
As if the air current had eyes, it followed the direction where Fang Yan was standing.
As Fang Yan retreated, it continued to chase.
As Fang Yan continued to retreat, it continued to chase.
The air current was strong and fierce, as if there was no end to it.
As Fang Yan took a step to the side, the Martial Addict stomped his foot. A second powerful air current shamelessly rushed towards him.
Chi chi chi — —
The air current screeched, giving off the sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh.
Rumble — —
It was as if there was a fire dragon flying underground, tearing holes in the hard ground one after another.
Fang Yan had nowhere to hide. As he retreated, he pushed off the ground with the tip of his toes and leaped into the air.
The Martial Addict was overjoyed, shouting: "Brat, you've been tricked!"
While saying so, he punched with both fists.
Boom boom boom — —
The Martial Addict threw over a dozen punches in a single breath.
A dozen blades of air appeared in the sky.
The dozen blades of air were raised up high, as if a dozen giants were controlling them, giving off a blinding light in the darkness of the night.
They either slashed horizontally or vertically, forming an impenetrable wall of lightning. Like a thunderbolt, it flew towards Fang Yan, even the air itself was being burned by it.
[Cracking Kart]!
The air current was like a tortoise's shell, creating countless cracks. Every crack carried a powerful force that attacked all the creatures the cracks could reach.
What was different was that the patterns on the tortoise's back were messy and there were many of them. The air current was scattered, making it hard to form a dragon.
But the Martial Addict's [Cracking Kart] could not only combine the air current into one, it could also transform into a dragon, killing without leaving a trace.
The [Cracking Kart] was inspired by the number one assassin of the Qin dynasty, Guiyuan Tang, who saw a tortoise drying its shell a thousand years ago. He combined it with his family's [Origin Returning Qi Scripture] to create this more lethal [Cracking Kart].
The [Cracking Kart] relied on the air current to kill, first injuring the internal organs, then showing signs on the skin. For example, the skin would break or the pores would bleed.
The Guiyuan Tang used this technique to kill countless people, striking fear into everyone's hearts. This technique was also called [King of Hell's Foot].
If King of Hell wants you dead at midnight, who would dare to keep you alive until midnight?
The Guiyuan Tang was later hired by Chu's wealthiest merchant, Chu Mo, to assassinate the King of Qin, but was killed by the King of Qin's generals, Wang Jian and his son. The King of Qin was furious and ordered for the Guiyuan Clan to be executed. In the end, the Guiyuan Clan disappeared overnight, without a trace. The [Cracking Kart] was lost from then on.
But no one knew how the Martial Addict, Hou Zhendong, inherited this technique. When he became famous, the name of the [Cracking Kart] was once again known to the world.
Once, when Fang Yan was drinking with the old drunkard, Mo Qingdi, the old drunkard commented on all the techniques in the world, especially telling Fang Yan about the [Cracking Kart]'s origins and its various mystical aspects.
He also reminded Fang Yan that if he encountered an expert with the [Cracking Kart], he must not fly into the air.
At that time, Fang Yan thought it was strange, [Cracking Kart] was mainly used for ground attacks. Yet the old drunkard did not allow Fang Yan to fly into the air, wasn't he just standing there and letting others crack him? How could there be such a thing in the world?
Now Fang Yan understood, [Cracking Kart] can not only be used with the feet, it can also be used with the fists.
Comparatively speaking, the frequency of using the Earth Fissure Technique to attack with the strength of his feet was far inferior to that of using his fists.
Fang Yan and the Martial Addict met three times, he saw him use [Fairy Flowers] once and [Cracking Kart] twice.
Those two times made Fang Yan think that he was showing off, showing off his strength. Only now did Fang Yan realize that he was actually hiding his strength. Every time he used his feet to perform the Crack Technique, it would create a cognitive memory in the minds of others — it would make them subconsciously think that he only used his feet to perform this ultimate technique, and they only needed to be wary of his feet.
"This sly old dog." Fang Yan cursed in his mind. He suspected that the reason why the Martial Addict went to find him this afternoon was partly to urge him to attend the banquet tonight, but also to continue to numb him.
What the hell!
Fang Yan's body flew into the air, his old strength has been used up, but new strength has not been generated.
Without any strength to support himself, his body can only fall.
But, if he falls, he will be cut in half by the [Cracking Kart] below.
The Taiji Heart spun madly, the state of Taiji was fully activated.
In Fang Yan's mind, the crisscrossing blades of Qi turned into dozens of flickering red lines.
They sealed off all the routes that Fang Yan could take to move forward, backward, left, or right.
Fang Yan was like a sparrow caught in an electric net, when the net came down on him, his body would be riddled with holes, and the blades of Qi would cut him into pieces.
Of course he couldn't just sit and wait for death!
Fang Yan's body made a 360-degree turn in the air, his feet used the triangular Plum Blossom Steps in the air.
As long as he used the steps, his body would be able to stay in the air.
His right hand swung out, drawing one arc after another in the air.
Taiji Horsetail Whisk!
He wanted to sweep away the blades of Qi like how he would sweep away a horsetail whisk.
His palm smoothly reached into the gap between the crisscrossing blades of Qi. When he stirred and tried to stir the clouds, countless enormous streams of air suddenly gathered towards his arm.
The wind howled!
"Not good" Fang Yan panicked.
Blade array!
This is the [Cracking Kart] blade array!
The Martial Addict casually threw a dozen punches and created a dozen or so Qi blades. The dozen or so Qi blades formed a Saber Array that was balanced internally.
Fang Yan's hand reached in, wanting to wipe out the blades of Qi. But he didn't know that his action broke the internal balance of the blade array, drawing all the air currents towards his body.
Fang Yan felt a burning pain in his arm, he wanted to pull his hand out of the blade array, but it was already too late.
His sleeves caught fire, and the flames spread to his upper body with a whoosh.
Boom — —
With a loud explosion, Fang Yan's body flew backwards.
Like a wild bird without a home, like a duck with a broken string.
Crack — —
His body landed heavily on the hard, uneven ground.
Countless weeds and branches were flattened by him, and his body slid on the slippery grassland.
Clang — —
His head hit the hard rock, and only then did he avoid sliding into the bottomless abyss of One Sword Peak.
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