Chapter 209: Chapter 130: I Don’t Know You
BOOM!!!
A powerful gale erupted from between Fang Shuwen’s and Qian Fangxue’s palms, spreading in all directions. In an instant, the doors and windows of the surrounding buildings, along with the tiles on their roofs, all began to rattle violently.
Qian Fangxue’s epithet was "Tender Place." Using the methods of the Flower Moon Sect, she had used Replenishment to drain countless experts.
Her reserves of Inner Strength were so profound that while she couldn’t claim to be unrivaled in the Jianghu, she was certainly no ordinary opponent.
Yet at this moment, her face was flushed red from the strain. The killing intent that had filled her eyes was long gone, replaced by nothing but sheer terror.
She was in no state to register what Fang Shuwen was saying.
It felt as if her palm was holding up an entire mountain!
Compared to it, she was utterly insignificant.
"Young Master... help me!!"
The white-haired man was still mulling over the insult ’sick in the head.’ He snapped back to his senses at Qian Fangxue’s cry, his face instantly turning livid.
"You don’t know what’s good for you!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed a finger at Fang Shuwen.
WHUM!
The jab of his finger was like a sword, unleashing a thousand cutting edges in an instant!
A piercing aura instantly enveloped Fang Shuwen.
Fang Shuwen raised an eyebrow. His Vajra Tower Throwing instantly shifted into the North Nether Divine Technique. With a tug of his Inner Strength, Qian Fangxue was pulled involuntarily from her chair as Fang Shuwen seamlessly swapped places with her.
The finger strike, which had been aimed at Fang Shuwen, landed squarely on Qian Fangxue instead, not an ounce of its power wasted.
PFFT! PFFT! PFFT! PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!!!
What looked like a single finger jab was actually a thousand cutting points that riddled Qian Fangxue in the blink of an eye.
The white-haired man, however, didn’t even spare Qian Fangxue a glance, completely ignoring the Vice Sect Leader of the Flower Moon Sect.
He twisted his right arm, using the momentum to slam his elbow into Fang Shuwen’s chest.
Fang Shuwen blocked it with one hand, and a muffled THUD resounded.
When the two immense forces collided, the four men carrying the sedan chair were instantly blown away.
Fang Shuwen’s eyes, however, lit up.
"Impressive Inner Strength!"
The corner of the white-haired man’s eye twitched. He was about to change techniques when he saw Fang Shuwen press down after the block, using the momentum to drive his left elbow toward the man’s chest.
With no time to change his technique and attack, the white-haired man hastily blocked with a single hand.
But he had underestimated Fang Shuwen’s strength. Though his palm caught Fang Shuwen’s elbow, he was still overpowered by the force, and the elbow slammed into his chest.
The force sent him stumbling back two steps involuntarily.
When he looked up again, another of Fang Shuwen’s palm strikes was already upon him.
The white-haired man was of extremely high status and considered his Martial Arts among the best in the world. He never imagined that he would be forced back two steps after only a two-move exchange. Seeing Fang Shuwen press the attack, he grew uncontrollably furious. He threw up a block, this time using his full strength, and managed to stop Fang Shuwen’s Palm Technique.
As he stepped forward, he flipped his right hand palm-up, aiming for the vital point on Fang Shuwen’s jaw.
Fang Shuwen dropped into a lunge. Their legs collided with a deep THUD. A shockwave rippled out, making the ground tremble and sending dust flying into the air.
He then tilted his head to the side, and the white-haired man’s palm strike hit nothing but air.
Shoving forward with his blocked hand, he immediately followed up with a punch.
The two men began trading blows in that confined space, executing a series of close-quarters strikes. Each move seemed light and nimble, but the effect on their surroundings told a different story. The ground under their feet was cracking and splintering, and every shockwave from their exchange made the buildings on either side rattle violently.
It was a clear testament to the terrifying power contained within each strike.
Fang Shuwen, for his part, was growing more and more excited. He didn’t know the white-haired man’s origins, but his Inner Strength was immense, and his techniques were exceptionally clever.
He used his Plum Blossom Scattering Hand to chain together a series of attacks, yet his opponent met every one, retaliating with techniques that were just as ingenious.
With his current threefold boost to comprehension and Talent, Fang Shuwen felt that each exchange of techniques was giving him new insights into the way of Martial Arts.
The longer he fought, the more exhilarating it felt. The Plum Blossom Scattering Hand had originally been his weakest technique, but in just these few exchanges, its power was steadily increasing. He figured that if he could fight this man for an hour or two, his mastery of the Plum Blossom Scattering Hand would see a massive improvement.
But what Fang Shuwen didn’t know was that while he was growing more excited by the second...
...the white-haired man’s expression was growing darker and darker.
He came from a distinguished background, and great hopes had been placed on him since he was young. After years of tireless training, he had indeed lived up to those expectations, achieving an extraordinary level of skill.
He had come to the Eastern Domain because his family’s elders had a tangled web of grudges with the region, and he planned to use this to achieve something momentous.
But personally, he’d never held the people of the Eastern Domain in any regard.
Therefore, it made no difference to him whether Fang Shuwen had killed Du Hanjuan or beaten the Unclean Monk to death.
They were all just paper tigers, unable to withstand a single blow. If they were killed, they were killed; it was of no consequence.
On the contrary, he rather admired Fang Shuwen’s ruthless and decisive character, which was what had prompted him to try and recruit the man into his service.
Who would have thought that not only would Fang Shuwen curse him for being sick in the head, but he would also dare to fight him.
He had thought this arrogant young brat from the Eastern Domain, who didn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth, would be defeated at his hands in just a few exchanges. He never expected Fang Shuwen to block his every move. Every time he increased his power, certain of victory, Fang Shuwen would somehow counter with even greater strength.
His opponent’s techniques had been unremarkable at first, but in the short time they’d been fighting, they had grown increasingly refined. It was starting to feel like the student was surpassing the master.
’I must be seeing things!’
The white-haired man cursed inwardly. ’Where in the hell did this freak Fang Shuwen come from!?’
