Chapter 527: Chapter 250 It Sounds Terrible_2
Then, Zuo Lv disappeared like a ghost with a whoosh and reappeared in the crowd. With a light touch of her finger on someone’s body, the person would fall to the ground motionless.
"Playing dirty tricks."
Hei Ao mumbled somewhat discontentedly on the side.
"What do you mean?"
Fang Yu asked, puzzled.
"She’s targeting people’s qi meridians. If someone can’t catch a breath, they faint. Such moves are useless against you and me, but for those weaker, they’ll go down one by one—she never intended to fight seriously."
I see.
Quite convenient.
There’s no need to mention Zuo Lv’s strength.
With her moving like a ghost through the crowd, she took down the remaining people in just a few moves and even turned to Fang Yu and Hei Ao to flash a victory sign.
"Humph! That’s not a satisfying fight at all!"
While Hei Ao was still giving his comments, Fang Yu couldn’t be bothered with him.
Just a glance, and he noticed that the platform indeed lacked strong opponents. It was almost a given that Zuo Lv would sweep with that move.
Although Fang Yu had seen many powerful martial artists on the road before, given the sheer number of contestants, it was unlikely to come across them by chance.
The fighters on the stage began to step down, and Zuo Lv returned to the pair’s side.
"Whew—done!"
She winked at Fang Yu, "How’s that, not bad, right?"
"Eight out of ten."
Fang Yu rated.
"Boring. Just don’t hold back like this when it’s a one-on-one. If I run into you later, you better go all out."
Boom!!
The drum of the arena sounded again, and Fang Yu and Hei Ao took out their cards.
Unfortunately, neither of them was chosen this time, and they could only watch the competition numbly to its end.
An 800-blood curved sword-masked man won the match.
"He’s got strength," Zuo Lv commented.
"In one move," Hei Ao added.
These two had also started to play the commentators like Fang Yu.
After sitting out for two more rounds, it was finally Fang Yu’s turn.
"Why isn’t it me!!"
Hei Ao was in a frenzy.
Even though he just said the second platform wasn’t interesting.
Fang Yu ignored him, took the green card, leaped up, and jumped onto the stage.
"Go for it!" Zuo Lv shouted.
"Show me your full strength; let’s see if you’ve improved. Zuo Lv and I are... heh heh!" Hei Ao was also shouting, ignored by Fang Yu.
Once on the stage, Fang Yu realized just how many spectators there were below.
A sea of faces.
In contrast, the number of contestants sprinkled around the vast arena seemed rather sparse.
[Bu Hongyun: 519/519.]
[Ling Gaoshuang: 620/620.]
[Zhuang Junying: 704/704.]
[Ou Fangfang: 742/742.]
With a casual sweep of the surroundings, he found this batch of opponents to be of unexpectedly high quality.
"What are you looking at?"
Bu Hongyun seemed to feel Fang Yu’s gaze sweep over and glared angrily at him.
Fang Yu, on the other hand, amiably waved at him.
Just as Bu Hongyun puzzledly thought Fang Yu was out of his mind...
Boom!
The starting drumbeat of the match sounded.
Thud!!
In the blink of an eye, Bu Hongyun felt a blur before his eyes. When he focused, he saw the guy who had been staring at him, the one with the red horned mask, grinning.
Smack!
Something like a phantom hit his face.
The world went dark, and he went straight to the ground, slipping into infant-like sleep.
-467!
A red critical hit!
Fang Yu looked at his own hand.
"Seems like... I might’ve gone a bit too hard? Need to control it."
After all, this is not a real fight to the death. Don’t cause any fatalities in the arena, or it’ll disqualify you from the competition.
The three people beside Bu Hongyun seemed startled by Fang Yu appearing out of nowhere.
Watching Bu Hongyun fall in an instant, they exchanged glances, as if they met a tough nut and tacitly surrounded Fang Yu in a pincer attack.
But...
Fang Yu just slightly leaned his upper body forward, and suddenly disappeared from the view of the three people.
Bang!
Gao Shuang felt a sharp pain in his back, as if struck by a heavy slap, and stumbled a few steps, nearly left breathless.
It hurts so much!!
And so fast!!
He shouted in surprise while drawing his sword, slashing back, but his right hand was grabbed and he was flung away.
Accompanied by a heavy fall to the ground, he realized he had landed outside the ring.
Lost, did I lose?!
Just like that, in such an understated fashion, I lost within seconds after the fight began?!
Gao Shuang doubted himself, having dedicated years to studying Martial Arts, never expecting to be defeated so easily.
Listening to the excited shouts beside him, "That’s the way! Hit them hard! Go all out!" "Good, good, good! Much better than those damp and limp tactics! Keep going!", Gao Shuang looked up gloomily, only to see his temporary allies, who had just joined him to surround Hei Ao, were also thrown out of the ring.
Well, Gao Shuang’s mood cleared up.
Seems I’m not the only loser.
Everyone’s level is not that impressive, it turns out we’ve encountered a real master.
Feeling mentally balanced, he was quite content to remain among the spectator seats below, watching to see how the competition would end.
On the ring.
In less than ten seconds from the start, Fang Yu easily took out four opponents.
These foreign Martial Artists didn’t seem as strong as he had thought.
Or rather, though many had some Martial Arts skills and high vitality, compared to elite fighters like Li Shisan or Zhuo Xueer, they were much weaker.
It’s like, their health bars don’t reflect their real strength.
Of course, it could also be said that the likes of Zhuo Xueer, their health bars were somewhat above the average level.
Anyway, Fang Yu found that, aside from a few who required more tactics and a bit of Bone Powder, the rest were easy to handle.
So, Fang Yu didn’t pretend anymore.
"I’ll take on ten!"
With a push off the ground, he charged into the crowd like a cannonball, wherever there was a fight, there he was.
Fang Yu didn’t dare use too much force, so he also refrained from using the Primordial Body Technique indiscriminately.
Most of the time, he simply grabbed someone’s sleeve, tossing them out of the ring at lightning speed.
For a while, figures were flung high from the ring continuously, dropping outside like dumplings thrown into boiling water.
The most thrilling moment was when five or six people landed at the same time, nearly hitting the spectators below, an uproar of excitement.
Some were taken by surprise, got up dizzy, and cursed at the ring.
"Sneak attack! Lacking martial honor!"
"If you dare, face us head-on! What skill is there in throwing us out?"
"I can still fight! I demand a rematch!"
At first, those within the inner circle of the ring didn’t take Fang Yu seriously, thinking he was just a madman throwing his life away.
But as more and more were thrown out by Fang Yu, and wherever Fang Yu went there were airborne figures, people couldn’t help but pay attention to him.
Just like the situation that had occurred in the Flower-level ring.
Over twenty people suddenly teamed up against Fang Yu.
Fang Yu didn’t waste time, evaded an incoming sword with a small step back, grabbed the adversary’s wrist and swung him over to another person, toppling five or six.
Their temporary alliance lacked coordination, offering easy openings.
Fang Yu parried the incoming attacks a couple of times, then charged, grabbing two fallen competitors by the ankles and throwing them straight out of the ring.
The remaining few, trying to get up, were likewise thrown out by Fang Yu.
"Strange, such strange force!"
"A grappling expert! He must not excel in swordplay! Let’s rush him together!"
When the swords came attacking, Fang Yu, with a clang, drew his paired swords to block, forced them back with strength, and kicked out with his foot.
The man screamed, clutching his stomach, unable to stand for a long while.
When he gritted his teeth and looked up at Fang Yu, he saw Fang Yu spinning like a whirlwind, with a person in each hand.
As soon as his hands opened, the two were flung out of the ring.
At this point, there weren’t many left in the arena.
In fact, they had no will to fight, feeling like sheep in a war who had just encountered a Fierce Tiger, not of the same dimension, hopelessly slaughtered without the power to retaliate!
As the last person chased by Fang Yu reached the edge of the ring and turned to see his pursuer, he voluntarily jumped out.
This bout officially came to an end.
The spectators all stared blankly at Fang Yu, the victor, feeling as if they had just watched a farce.
"Did he win just like that?"
"No, wasn’t the previous competition intense until the victor emerged? Why did it seem so trivial here?"
"What’s the deal with this guy wearing a Horned Ox mask? His grappling skills are phenomenal."
"Before this competition, had we ever heard of such a person? Aren’t the noteworthy competitors those famous ones from renowned Sects?"
"What do you know, wild hermits can be formidable too!"
"Remember this grappling expert, the Horned Ox Man!"
What? Horned Ox Man? That sounds terrible.
Fang Yu had just stepped off the ring when he heard his nickname, and was instantly speechless.