"I refuse!" Fang Yan said.
"That's your final decision?" The man in gray looked up at Fang Yan with a hint of a smile in his eyes. But the smile was very cold, as cold as an ice sculpture in a land of extreme coldness. Just a glance was enough to make people shiver.
"Fang Yan, you idiot — — do you know what you're doing?" The Martial Addict was so angry that he stomped his feet and waved his arms, forgetting to cover the fat on his chest. I finally gave you a chance to live, why are you wasting it like this?
"I refuse, just like how I refused to run away when the Qianye Military Department came to challenge me, even though I knew I couldn't win," Fang Yan said.
"I refuse, just like how I refused to compromise when I knew I was up against a powerful enemy that could take my life at any time."
"I refuse, I refuse the cowardice and fear in my heart. Because after this, I'm worried that there will be a next time. "
"I refuse, I refuse the pity and charity of the enemy. I want to live, but I can also die. "
"I refuse, I refuse Fang Huwei's grandson to surrender to the enemy. Because my grandfather said that the men of the Fang family must never surrender. His grandfather's grandfather never surrendered, his grandfather's father never surrendered. His grandfather never surrendered, his grandfather's son never surrendered, and his grandfather's grandson can't surrender either. "
"I refuse, I refuse Fang Yixing's son to spare the life of the killer. The hatred of my father's death is irreconcilable. Nothing can stop my desire for revenge. "
Fang Yan stared at the man in gray with a knife-like gaze and said with a clear voice: "I refuse. I refuse to spare Bai Xiu — — this is my final decision. "
The Martial Addict's mouth was slightly open, his eyes wide as he stared at the proud and righteous Fang Yan.
So words can be said like this? Acting cool can be done like this?
"Knowledgeable people are truly scary!" The Martial Addict sighed in his mind.
"If that's the case — —" The man in gray stared at Fang Yan like needles and said: "Why haven't you made your move yet? Bai Xiu is already lying under your feet. You only need to raise your foot to stomp on his head and kill him neatly. Why haven't you done anything yet? "
"Because I've always had a fluke in my heart." Fang Yan answered truthfully. "Just now, I wanted to kill Bai Xiu, but I also wanted to save myself and the Phoenix's lives — as long as there was a chance, I wanted to get the best of both worlds. This is human nature. But from the moment you appeared, I had already made up my mind. If my chances of escaping are slim, then I'll choose to kill Bai Xiu — "
"Young man, do you know that there are many things where reality and ideals are very different?" The grey-robed man chuckled. "You want him dead, and I want him to live--tell me, is he dead or alive?"
Fang Yan did not answer the grey-robed man's question.
It was a difficult question to answer.
If he wanted to kill Bai Xiu, he had to kill him.
But this grey-robed man wanted Bai Xiu to live. He would save Bai Xiu, and the best way to save Bai Xiu was to kill him — —
Fang Yan knew that because of his refusal, this grey-robed man already had the intention to kill him.
Fang Yan stared at the grey-robed man without blinking. Fang Yan was preparing to exert force on his foot.
As long as he exerted force and sank the Qi in his dantian, he could easily kill Bai Xiu with the internal force in his body even without lifting his foot.
But when he did this, he would give the grey-robed man an opportunity — —
In the eyes of an expert, your every move, every glance, every breath could be an opportunity to attack.
Fang Yan did not know who the grey-robed man was, but he knew very well that this was the most powerful enemy he had ever met.
The smile on the grey-robed man's face froze, only staring sharply at Fang Yan in front of him.
The Martial Fanatic felt that a great battle was about to break out, so he opened his mouth to say something. The grey-robed man coldly said: "Everything should be done in moderation, if you still remember who gave you a second life — — -"
The Martial Fanatic sighed, then turned around to leave the battlefield.
He understood that his efforts were unnecessary.
Whether it was Fang Yan or the grey-robed man — — - they were both extremely proud and stubborn people. If they had their own thoughts, they wouldn't be easily swayed by others.
"Young man, you are very talented, the fastest growing person I've ever seen — —" the grey-robed man looked at Fang Yan and said: "You are also very courageous, why don't you try again?"
Fang Yan did not say anything, only trying his best to keep his breathing even.
He stood like a statue, a fortress without any flaws in defense.
The grey-robed man shook his head and said: "You're wrong. Tai Chi emphasizes defense, not offense, but both your grandfather and Mo Qingdi — — - they both emphasize offense, not defense. In the same vein, offense is your greatest advantage. Unfortunately, you gave up on that "
As the grey-robed man spoke, his body had already disappeared.
Bam!
His palm struck Fang Yan's chest, sending Fang Yan's body flying.
One step too late again!
As Fang Yan saw the grey-robed man's body disappear, Fang Yan also made a counterattack.
He struck out with his palm, wanting to take the grey-robed man's palm head-on. The best result would be to also strike him — — -
But it was too slow.
As soon as his palm struck out, his body had already been sent flying.
Crack — -
Fang Yan's body smashed heavily onto a branch that was as thick as a bowl's mouth, breaking it into two.
Fang Yan's body leaned against the lower half of the tree trunk. He breathed heavily to calm his roiling Qi and blood, as well as his severely displaced internal organs. Blood once again flowed from the corner of his mouth, but it was much better than the first time he was hit.
This time, he was prepared in advance!
But he was still unable to block the grey-robed man's attack.
Fang Yan waited until his body was a little more comfortable. When the Taiji heart in his body started to spin again, he once again walked towards the grey-robed man.
The grey-robed man stood beside Bai Xiu, who was lying at his feet.
The difference was that he did not use his foot to step on Bai Xiu's head.
Fang Yan strode towards the grey-robed man. He wanted to snatch Bai Xiu back.
He did not care who Bai Xiu was, he only remembered that he was the enemy who killed his father — — -
The grey-robed man's eyes turned cold. Fang Yan's unyielding and unappreciative attitude made him feel despised. Without any movement, his body disappeared again.
He struck out with his palm again, aiming for Fang Yan's chest.
Fang Yan stretched out his hand to block — —
He caught it. He felt a round force coming from the front.
Bang — —
Fang Yan's chest was hit again, and his body flew backward again.
His palm hit nothing but air.
When he felt that his palm was about to touch the grey-robed man's palm, the grey-robed man suddenly changed his move.
The round force he came into contact with was only the shadow of the palm. The real move had deceived his eyes and hit his chest.
Whoosh, whoosh — —
Fang Yan's body slid on the ground, smashing countless branches, grass, and protruding rocks along the way.
Clang — —
Fang Yan's body slammed into a large rock, and his body came to a halt with difficulty.
Fang Yan lay there motionlessly. After sensing his body's condition, he got up from the ground again.
He took the initiative to walk towards the grey-robed man, taking the initiative to attack.
Fang Yan felt that the grey-robed man's words were very reasonable. Although Taiji emphasized defense and not offense, both his grandfather and his senior brother, Mo Qingdi, emphasized offense and not defense. Since they were of the same origin, offense was the greatest advantage of Fang Clan's Taiji.
Fang Yan wanted to take the initiative to attack!
He didn't know what the best outcome would be, but he knew what the worst outcome would be.
"Fang Yan, give up — —" Martial Fanatic tried to stop him. "Even if Mo Qingdi was at his peak, he wouldn't necessarily be able to win against him — — you're still too young."
"Did Mo Qingdi retreat?" Fang Yan asked.
"No — —" Martial Fanatic Marquis Zhen Dong gloomily replied. Was this the reason why Mo Qingdi was one of the three divine dragons in his prime, even though he was only one of Hua Xia's Seven Fanatics? They knew what the best choice was, but they were willing to try the most difficult path.
When facing a powerful opponent, they would never give up. Was this the secret to their success?
"I won't either — —" Fang Yan let the blood flow from the corner of his mouth as he dove down, taking the initiative to rush towards the phantom-like grey-robed man.
Whoosh — —
Fang Yan used Drunken Crane Riding the Wind, the most mysterious and most difficult movement technique to grasp.
In a strange state, he rushed to the back of the gray-robed man and slammed his palm into the middle of his back.
Tai Chi Palm, controlling the Tai Chi, giving rise to endless variations.
"Too slow — —" the grey-robed man suddenly turned around and spoke with a mocking and sympathetic tone.
Then he struck with his palm, striking first despite being the second to strike.
Bam — —
Fang Yan's chest was hit again, and his body flew into the air again.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, creating a small rain of blood in the air.
Clang clang — —
Fang Yan's body landed heavily on the ground, creating a deep pit in the hard ground. From this, it could be seen just how powerful the grey-robed man's palm strike was. Even when Fang Yan used his own body to block most of the force, there was still a large amount of the remaining force that destroyed the ground.
This time, the wound was so deep that Fang Yan only felt dizzy, stars flashing in his eyes.
It was because of the dazzling stars in his eyes that Fang Yan knew for sure that he was still alive.
"Cough, cough, cough — —" Fang Yan coughed violently, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
The blood stained his mouth, his neck, and his ears, all the way into his ear hole — —
Fang Yan used his elbows and knees to push himself up from the ground.
After the consecutive battles tonight, his clothes were tattered, his hair was messy, and his face was stained with blood — —
Because of the pain, he could only bend his body slightly.
But he still walked step by step toward the grey-robed man — —
"My father's death cannot be in vain — —" Fang Yan wiped the blood and tears from the corner of his eyes, so that his eyes could see a little more clearly. With a cold and stubborn voice, he said: "I won't either."
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