There was no need for image, and no need for quality.
For a war, the most important and only factor was winning or losing.
Yes, Fang Yan had always been a handsome, aloof, and sunny young man. He never ate leftovers, never wore dirty clothes, and never threw garbage anywhere or spat on the street.
As for spitting into someone's mouth, Fang Yan had never even thought about it – it made him feel disgusted.
But, this was a battle!
When Hou Zhendong, the Martial Maniac, connected his Cracking Magic Kung Fu into a formation and set a rhythm. His punches were the most domineering and rhythmic. Even with Fang Yan's strength, he would be at a disadvantage if he continued to fight.
Moreover, the Cracking Magic Kung Fu had another characteristic, which was that old punches could be connected with new punches, and old forces could be connected with new forces.
If it was an ordinary person's Kung Fu, with one punch, the energy would be released. If it didn't hurt anyone or anything, the energy would naturally disappear in the air. But the Cracking Magic Kung Fu was different. Their airflow could form lightning, and each single lightning could form a net.
They relied on each other and supported each other. It became an independent little world.
When an external force or object entered or touched it, it would immediately explode in anger, giving the other party the strongest blow – just like a chaste virgin.
Hou Zhendong was able to become one of Hua Xia's seven Martial Maniacs, and not Hou Xiaolong or anyone else, so naturally he had something special.
He was able to win more than he lost in hundreds of battles, and he was able to fight against Azure Dragon Mo Qingdi at his peak – in Fang Yan's opinion, besides his shameless stalking that made the old drunkard unable to bear it, the most important reason was that there was something about this person that attracted Mo Qingdi.
What could a middle-aged Fatso have that attracted Mo Qingdi? If it wasn't his body or face, then it could only be his Kung Fu.
And because he had seen the power of the Cracking Magic Kung Fu, Fang Yan kept retreating!
Fang Yan knew their advantages, and he also knew that he wasn't suitable to fight them head-on – he didn't steal a girl, and he didn't kill his father, why would he fight to the death?
So, Fang Yan needed a chance!
It was a chance for him to make a move, a chance for him to counterattack in a desperate situation.
He didn't know much about the Martial Addict and didn't know that he had a bad habit of shouting and screaming when fighting.
Didn't he know that it was easy to absorb the fog from the hilltop or the dust from the kicks?
Even if he wasn't afraid of this, didn't anyone spit on his face when he fought before?
Pay attention to hygiene and start with some small habits.
Fang Yan felt that the Martial Arts Fanatic was a man who did not pay much attention to hygiene.
The Martial Addict didn't pay much attention to it at first. He just felt that he had swallowed something, like a bug or something else.
When he connected the word 'pei' that Fang Yan had spat at him, he suddenly felt like he had swallowed a fly.
No, he would rather eat a hundred flies than eat Fang Yan's saliva.
The Martial Arts Fanatic was dumbfounded!
His brain short-circuited for a moment.
His expression was twisted in pain, and his face was filled with anger.
"This is too disgusting. How could this guy do such a thing?"
As he thought of this, a gap immediately appeared in the path of his fist, and an obvious gap appeared in the electric net of lightning.
In the blink of an eye, it was seen by Fang Yan.
At this time, Fang Yan had already retreated to the edge of the cliff. If he took another step back, his whole body would fall into the endless darkness.
Fang Yan finally made his move!
His white and slender right hand stretched out, and then stabbed towards the electric net of the Cracking Magic Skill.
The skin of his arm was white and tender, and his fingers were slender and flexible.
That hand seemed to have eyes, and with a 'whoosh', it grabbed a handful of lightning.
Yes, he grabbed the white lightning formed by the airflow in his hand.
The airflow did not dissipate, and the lightning was still flashing with white light.
Crackle crackle —
It struggled desperately, twisting. The air around it hissed as it burned. Fine sparks flew one after another, and before you could take a closer look, they disappeared without a trace.
Fang Yan grabbed the bolt of lightning in his hand and used it as a guide to spin it three times in a counterclockwise manner on the lightning planet.
When he pulled his hand out of the lightning star, the lightning ball began to hiss, and the elliptical object turned into a pancake.
Like a silver bottle spilling out, like a spear bursting out.
Countless strands of lightning stretched out and then retracted in an instant. When they retracted, the pancake lightning suddenly expanded a lot. It was like a shot put suddenly turned into a flying saucer.
Boom —
The silver lightning ball suddenly exploded.
The countless bolts of lightning were like countless silver snakes, roaring and flashing in all directions.
For a moment, the sky was bright, and the snakes flew randomly in the sky.
The lightning star was the lightning star of the Martial Addict, and the airflow was also the strength of the Martial Addict's punch.
When the lightning star exploded, the Martial Addict's body still maintained the inertia of moving forward.
Even though he had already reacted quickly, even though he had noticed a flaw in his attack and immediately made up for it.
Unfortunately, he was still one step too late!
Bang —
His body collided with the exploding lightning star, and the explosive force of the lightning star sent his body flying.
The Cracking Qigong formed a natural array, and if there was an array, there must be an array eye.
If it was in normal times, it would be very difficult for Fang Yan to find where the array eye of the Cracking Qigong was. Besides, even if he found it, there was nothing he could do. Because the Martial Addict Hou Zhendong's attack was too fierce. If you knew that there was a spirit herb on the cliff, as long as you climbed up, you could pick it, but on the way up, you might encounter a landslide, be covered in ice and snow, and accidentally fall, and be smashed to pieces, would you still be willing to pick that spirit herb?
His mood was naturally contradictory!
However, when the Martial Addict Hou Zhendong swallowed the saliva that Fang Yan had spat out, and when the Martial Addict's attack showed a flaw because of disgust, the array eye was firmly captured by Fang Yan's Tai Chi Heart.
He operated the Tai Chi Domain, skillfully found the array eye, and then pulled out the line that ran through the whole supporting array.
As a result, the lightning star immediately lost its power and vitality, and the array without a skeleton and soul collapsed in an instant.
The airflow lightning in Fang Yan's hand, which was used as the array eye, not only did not disappear, but also became thicker and brighter after he poured his strength into it. It was not bound by anything.
It was not willing to be in the hands of Fang Yan, not willing to let its fate be controlled by someone else.
Fang Yan helped it!
When the silver lightning ball exploded, he suddenly threw out the white lightning.
Pa!
The white lightning brought with it countless lightning bolts and attacked the chest of the Martial Addict Hou Zhendong, who was still flying in the air after being bombarded by the lightning star.
At this time, the seriously injured Martial Addict Wu Zhendong had no time to defend, nor could he defend against Fang Yan's full attack.
Zi la la —
The white lightning hit the Martial Addict's chest and disappeared, but the speed at which Hou Zhendong flew back increased by several times.
Clang clang clang —
Crack —
The Martial Addict's body flew backward for more than ten meters, knocking down countless rugged rocks and broken wooden stakes. Finally, he crashed into a thick and hard tree before he stopped with difficulty.
Silence!
A deathly silence!
After a long time, the Martial Addict finally moved.
The Martial Addict shook his head and sat up from the ground with his hands.
His face was purplish red, as if he wanted to say something but could not speak.
"Bang —"
The Martial Addict punched himself in the chest.
Pfft —
He spat out a mouthful of thick blood, and the abnormal flush on the Martial Addict's face gradually disappeared.
The Martial Addict took a deep breath, and then climbed up from the ground with one hand on the tree.
He walked toward Fang Yan step by step, and then stopped a few meters away from Fang Yan.
"Pretty boy —" The Martial Addict cursed. But when he thought about it, this was a man who could knock him down, so it was too disrespectful to call him a pretty boy. So, the Martial Addict changed his words: "Fang Yan, you bastard — — how could you do such a disgusting thing? Do you have any personal hygiene? Do you have any martial artist's morals? Do you have any demeanor of a master? How did a shameless person like you learn the Heart of Tai Chi? How did you become the most outstanding figure of the Tai Chi branch? "
"So what if you beat me? Humiliation, this is the most humiliating thing in the world — — spitting at someone during a fight, this is not only disrespecting your opponent, it is also disrespecting yourself. Whether it's the inner or outer Jianghu, everyone should be ashamed of your behavior — — "
Fang Yan smiled at him and said: "When you use all kinds of methods to force others to fight you, have you ever thought about a martial artist's morals? You used a woman's life to threaten me to come here today, do you have any demeanor of a master? You are one of the Seven Addicts of Hua Xia, a famous figure for decades — — I only learned a little bit from you. If you don't care about your reputation, why should I? "
"— —" The Martial Addict was choked by Fang Yan's words.
Indeed, in order to force others to fight him, he did a lot of things. Sometimes, he even used the lives of other people's family members to threaten him. Although he didn't do anything to those people's family members, his bad reputation still spread.
"Senior, thank you for letting me win," Fang Yan cupped his hands and said with a smile.
The Martial Addict's face turned green and white, he hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't help but ask: "Are you sick?"
"— —" Fang Yan wanted to spit at his face again.
You're the one who's sick!
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