As Fang Yi stepped onto the stage, more and more gazes began to fall upon him.
Many had seen Fang Yi before; during that battle at Broken Dragon Mountain, when he fiercely fought Bai Kuang, it truly attracted a crowd to watch. Fang Yi’s ruthlessness and decisiveness at that time left a deep impression on many.
With Fang Yi replacing Yao Bo to compete, it puzzled many because...
"Wasn’t it said that he had a training mishap? How dare he still go on stage to fight!"
"Does he want to just give up and throw it all away?"
"He was too arrogant before. Now he’s getting his comeuppance. Why didn’t his training kill him on the spot?"
"There’s going to be a great show to watch."
The crowd below was buzzing with discussion, most of them knew about Fang Yi’s training issue. That very night, he challenged three men in succession and was beaten so badly he rolled around in agony and vomited blood, leading many to believe it without doubt.
However, for Song Haoyue and Bai Kuang, this was merely a dubious matter. Particularly Bai Kuang, who didn’t believe that Fang Yi really succumbed to martial arts deviation on the night when Fang Yi challenged him, only to be beaten into a bloody retreat within a few moves.
Bai Kuang was arrogant and proud, but he wanted to truly step on Fang Yi and thus release the pent-up frustration in his heart.
Lin Yuanhao and Lin Yuanchen watched as Koizumi Ichiro and that Siluo Country boxer slowly stood up, their eyes fixed on Fang Yi with a fierce glint, exhibiting an intense desire to fight.
Liang Yong looked at Song Haoyue for guidance, and Song Haoyue’s instruction was a slashing hand gesture: if possible, eradicate him!
"This Fang Yi is indeed somewhat interesting..." The Vermilion Bird Alliance Hierarch Su Ge’er smiled enchantingly and muttered softly to herself.
"Fang Yi, knock all these wastes flat, you can do it." With a face flushed red, Song Wuliang, whether genuinely drunk or pretending, uttered this provocative statement that enraged the crowd.
Everyone glared at Song Wuliang, but with his thick skin, he wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest and glared right back. On the other side, Yao Bo and Song Wuliang had been toasting and chatting merrily, quickly becoming good ’brothers’ due to their compatible temperaments.
So, Yao Bo glared back as well.
Considering Yao Bo’s display of fighting prowess just now witnessed by all, they weren’t too afraid of him and Song Wuliang, but Yao Bo’s fierce demeanor made them somewhat wary, prompting them to steer clear.
Unable to do anything about these two, they could only turn their glares toward Fang Yi, each seething with anger, proclaiming that Fang Yi’s end would be miserable and that stepping onto the stage was simply courting death.
Apart from the White Tiger Alliance and Vermilion Bird Alliance, Fang Yi had a feud with the South Sea Alliance, Northeast Alliance, and the Big Axe Alliance, and they were the ones cursing him the most.
Just then, a cool yet enchanting voice sounded: "Mr. Fang, I am rooting for you."
Once these words were spoken, an uproar ensued, and everyone turned to look at Su Ge’er.
Clearly, it was Su Ge’er who had spoken.
People’s hatred for Fang Yi intensified. Su Ge’er, such a charming and seductive woman, was actually cheering for Fang Yi, leaving them speechless, overwhelmed by jealousy and anger.
Even Fang Yi was surprised that Su Ge’er was cheering him on; however, it was impossible to discern the true from the fake in her words.
Bai Jingjing quietly took a seat next to Su Ge’er, her face stern as she coldly said, "Su Ge’er, what are you implying?"
Su Ge’er replied with a smile, "Nothing much, just cheering for Fang Yi."
Bai Jingjing sneered, "Cheering? Or are you trying to draw more hatred towards him?"
Su Ge’er sidestepped the question, "He’s stepped onto the stage now, isn’t that to draw hatred? Bai Jingjing, don’t think that I’m blind to your schemes. Just remember, I’m not a fool."
Indeed, would anyone capable of becoming the leader of an alliance be a fool?
At that moment, ignoring Bai Jingjing, Su Ge’er called out to Fang Yi on the stage, "Mr. Fang, I have prepared a table of wine and food. Please honor me with your presence tonight."
Upon hearing this, the men’s blood boiled once again.
To have dinner with Su Ge’er? Damn, how envious!
In the face of those murderous gazes, Fang Yi smiled on stage and responded, "Thank you for the invitation, Alliance Hierarch Su. I will certainly grace the evening. Having dinner with a beauty is indeed a delightful affair."
Su Ge’er spoke with a seductive tone, "Then I’ll wait for you."
Fang Yi said, "Alliance Hierarch Su, just wait for me to show off my prowess." He emphasized the word "prowess" heavily.
Publicly flirting and teasing with words, people couldn’t tolerate it any longer.
"I can’t stand it anymore, who can go up there and beat that damned guy down?"
"Better beat him until his nose is blue and face swollen!"
"Yeah, let’s see if he can still have his damn candlelight dinner!"
Just then, Lin Yuanhao stood up with a smile and said, "Alliance Hierarch Su, what’s the point of dining with a loser? How about having dinner with me instead?"
With that, a smug and what he thought was a charming smile squeezed onto Lin Yuanhao’s face.
Su Ge’er smiled charmingly and said, "Oh Lin Family Young Master, your face is indeed big..."
In an instant, Lin Yuanhao’s expression darkened, veins bulging on his forehead. Hearing the subdued giggles around him and facing such blatant disrespect from Su Ge’er right before his eyes, Lin Yuanhao was seething with anger.
"What are you two waiting for? Get up there! If Fang Yi isn’t beaten to the ground, none of you will see a dime," Lin Yuanhao said coldly.
The next moment, a boxer from Siluo Country and Koizumi Ichiro both moved, approaching the stage.
Watching the two approaching him, Fang Yi raised an eyebrow, then his face showed disappointment.
Ignored like that, Koizumi Ichiro angrily stomped his foot and said, "Chinese! What’s with that look? Are you looking down on me? I’ll make you pay!"
Fang Yi glanced at him obliquely and said indifferently, "The God of Killers Organization sent just a piece of trash like you? Really not impressive at all."
The dialogue was in Japanese, incomprehensible by the bystanders. After hearing Fang Yi’s words, Koizumi Ichiro’s face went blank, then he became extremely angry and, with a loud yell, drew his katana and chopped down at Fang Yi.
Fang Yi smiled coldly. Naturally, he wasn’t going to let Koizumi Ichiro land the blow. With a swift move, he instantly appeared behind Koizumi Ichiro. Then, with a punch, he sent a blow to Koizumi Ichiro’s back.
The next second, Koizumi Ichiro’s face planted into the ground, screaming.
"Damn Chinese! You do have some skills, but you’re dead now!" Koizumi Ichiro got up, holding his katana, and chopped down at Fang Yi once again.
However, just as before, Koizumi Ichiro’s katana was fast, but it was not as fast as Fang Yi’s Divine Travel Steps.
This time, Fang Yi moved to Koizumi Ichiro’s side, swinging his hand.
With a smack, Koizumi Ichiro received Fang Yi’s heavy slap, stumbling, nearly collapsing to the ground.
Fang Yi didn’t bother with him but instead looked down at the stage. His gaze swept over Liang Yong and Bai Kuang and said indifferently, "Why don’t you all come up together? I’m in a hurry."
(Sweat, I might have to wait until New Year’s Day, or after New Year’s Day to continue, please bear with me!)