Chapter Seventeen: Fists That Defeat Three Hundred Opponents

  "In the lower ring, just one look at you and I can tell that your martial arts skills are exceptional. Please, elder brother, don't hesitate to impart your teachings!" The young man's words were warm, elegant, and perfectly polite, a model of a studious youth seeking guidance.

  The big man standing opposite him was pale at this time, as if he had just stepped onto the execution ground.

  As the young man finished speaking, the big man suddenly raised his fist and slammed it down heavily.

  However, what he smashed was not that gentle youth, but his own other arm.

  "Boom!"

  In the midst of a cracking sound, the big man's face suddenly turned deathly pale, with beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripping down from his forehead.

  "That's enough!" The big man spoke as he looked over at the hundreds of other big men sitting in the corridor not far away.

  These big men were all pale, and they were all grasping their right arms tightly. From time to time, there were also mournful cries! Several autocratic doctors who had been injured in the fall were busy on the spot without touching the ground.

  But even if they worked non-stop, they couldn't keep up with the increasing speed of the wounded big men. Therefore, most of the big men could only endure in agony at this time.

  Fang Ling looked at the big man with a self-mutilated arm and thought to himself, "This guy is quite a tough cookie." If it were any other time, Fang Ling might not have given him a hard time, but now, well, you could only blame your own bad luck!

  "Brother, you indeed have great confidence in yourself, and actually want to let me take one of your arms. Such true feelings and kindness, I am deeply grateful in my heart." As he spoke, Fang Ling's fist swung out and struck the big man's intact arm.

  Another punch landed on the big man's arm, and with this punch, he could no longer bear it, letting out a shrill roar.

  In the midst of these roars, whether it was the man who had already injured his arm or those waiting disciples of the Tiger Might Pavilion, each and every one of them revealed a look of fear. Their gaze towards Fang Lin once again became as if they were looking at a demon.

  A devil they can't resist!

  Fang Ling still wore a faint smile as he faced the extremely displeased-looking Guan Wu Shang and said, "Guan Gong Zhu, please instruct your next disciple!"

  His face was as black as a pot bottom, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble at this time.

  This young man said he would defeat the 300 disciples of Huwei Martial Arts Hall an hour ago, but he just thought it sounded good to say so. Since they've already lost, let a few disciples give them some face.

  But as time went on, more than a hundred disciples were injured by this person. Moreover, all of these disciples' injuries were the same - their right arms were broken.

  A hundred disciples, this is equivalent to slapping him a hundred times in the face of his invulnerable face. Moreover, these slaps were slapped in public.

  He believes that from tomorrow, no, it should be from now on, Wu Shuang has already become a laughing stock in the entire Dingfang City.

  Three hundred disciples, all had their right arms broken, this should be a rather amusing news in Dingfang City.

  This kid is really too ruthless!

  If possible, he wants to pinch the little one to death! No, cut him into minced meat! Crush his bones and scatter his ashes, otherwise, how can he relieve the hatred in his heart!

  Unfortunately, all he can do now is send his disciples one by one.

  It won't work if you don't deliver!

  That Zhao Xian Shi was sitting leisurely beside him, for his own little life, he had no choice but to do so.

  "Old Eighteen, go and experience Fang Gongzi's ultimate skill." As soon as these words left his mouth, Guan Wushang saw that his eighteenth disciple, who had always been considered a tough guy, turned pale and almost fell to the ground.

  "Boom!"

  There was no resistance at all. This eighteenth-ranked disciple, who had cultivated to the early stage of Qi Refining Third Layer, had his right arm broken.

  One hundred and five

  One hundred and six

  ……

  Two hundred ninety-nine

  Outside the Tiger Might Hall, it was already packed with people, and many mouths were excitedly counting the number of people.

  For years, the Huwei Martial Arts Hall has dominated Dingfang City. Except for some major forces that dare not offend them, others have suffered at their hands. As for this time being repaired one by one, I don't know how many people are applauding and cheering.

  The onlookers, who had already packed the street in front of the Tiger Might Academy after the fiftieth disciple's arm was broken, now filled the buildings surrounding the academy.

  At first, when Fang Lin broke the arm of a disciple from the Tiger Might Pavilion, these people were cheering. But when the second hundredth person's arm was broken, there was silence all around.

  Silence, only silence!

  "Ah!" A shrill cry burst from the last disciple's mouth, and with this cry, he suddenly crashed his head against a stone.

  Although he was a master who had cultivated to the second layer of Qi, how could his brain be compared to a stone? The man's head hit the stone and instantly cracked open, bleeding profusely as he fell to the ground.

  The third hundred person fell down like this.

  The disciples of the Tiger Might Hall, at this moment, each and every one of them had deep-seated fear on their faces. If they still harbored unrelenting hatred towards this young man when the second or third elder's arm was broken, then now, they only had one attitude towards him.

  Fear, deep fear!

  Many of his disciples don't even have the guts to take a look at him now!

  Fang Ling looked at the last disciple who had fallen to the ground and smiled faintly, saying: "Guan Zhu, thank you for your guidance this time. I am deeply grateful."

  Looking at this still cheerful and talkative young man, Guan Wu Shang's heart was also constantly racing. This racing heartbeat carried a hint of fear.

  Although he thought it would be easy to defeat this young man, now that he faced him, he didn't have the slightest advantage in his heart.

  It can even be said that what he wants most now is not revenge, but from now on, to never have any dealings with this young man again.

  But in his heart, he also felt a hint of resentment towards Chen's family for passing on this task.

  "Master Fang, if there's nothing else, we won't see you off too far." Guan Wushang forced a faint smile on his face.

  Fang Ling then clasped his fists and thanked Zhao Xian Shi, saying: "Thank you, Master, for your help. I wouldn't have had this opportunity to ask questions otherwise."

  Zhao Xianshi watched the whole thing from start to finish. When Fang Lin injured over a dozen Tiger Might Academy disciples, he still thought this young man was just being youthful and impulsive, a bit reckless.

  But now this idea has been thrown out of his mind completely. He is a ruthless person, with no great benefits, it's better not to offend him.

  He involuntarily cupped his hands and said: "It's just a small matter, Master Fang needn't worry about it."

  Fang Ling smiled and once again expressed his gratitude to Zhao Xian Shi before walking out of the Huwei Martial Arts Hall. The crowd that had been surrounding the place, upon seeing Fang Ling walk out, unconsciously parted to make way for him.

  Almost everyone who looked at Fang Ling showed a frightened expression.

  There were also many young men of Fang Lin's age, with eyes filled with admiration.

  The Huwei Wuguan dominated the streets, and the young people of Dingfang City who were oppressed by them numbered at least 500. Although these young people dared not speak out in anger, they had all sorts of thoughts in their minds.

  But these ideas, they can only think about them.

  But now, a young man of about their age has actually broken the right arms of all 300 disciples of the Tiger Might Hall.

  This shock has made many people think: a great man should be like this!

  It's all right, it should be like this!

  "Shadow sister, don't you think I used too much force?" Fang Ling suddenly said softly to Hua Shuying as they quickly walked to their own door.

  Hua Shuying hesitated for a moment: "Xiao Ling, I know that Huwei Wuguan is not a good place, but your methods..."

  "How to deal with it, Huashu Ying didn't continue, but Fang Ling could imagine. He said in a low voice: "Sister Ying, for some bad people, you can only make them more ruthless than they are, and then they will be cautious when they provoke you again!"

  "Good people always get bullied!"

  Although Hua Shuying felt that Fang Ling's words were a bit too extreme, she also vaguely felt that they made sense.

  Just as she didn't know what to say, a man suddenly knelt down in front of Fang Lin and said loudly: "Master Fang, I, Shou Hua, will never forget today's events!"

  "Get up, this isn't for you!" Fang Ling said calmly as he looked at the thin monkey kneeling on the ground.

  "I know I don't deserve for you, Master Fang, to do so much for me, but in my heart, I'm also grateful to you." Thin Monkey said this and continued: "Master Fang, I heard that your household is short of servants to sweep and clean. Although I'm a bit clumsy, I can still run errands, please accept me."

  Fang Ling looked at the thin monkey with a begging expression, and then glanced at the empty gate of the Fang family mansion. He thought to himself that his own family's door was getting bigger and bigger, and if there weren't many people handling things, just sweeping would be enough to exhaust Ying Jie.

  Although this thin monkey is clumsy, it's still quite clever. As long as you train it with heart, it will definitely become a good helper.

  "Get up, our family doesn't take in lazy people as servants."

  Fang Lin's faint words brought a burst of joy to the thin monkey's heart, and he jumped up from the ground and said: "Thank you, young master."

  Fang Ling nodded and didn't say much, directly walking into the Fang Mansion's gate. Although he didn't achieve his goal of buying medicine this time, today's events made him feel refreshed from head to toe.

  This time, apart from relying on his own strength, it was more due to Zhao Xianshi's prestige.

  One day, I want to be like Zhao Xianshi, no, I should be like Lin Dage, so powerful that the whole city doesn't dare make a sound.

  As soon as this idea arose, Fang Ling felt an indescribable excitement in his heart. He nodded to Hua Shuying and walked into his own room.

  The three hundred disciples of the Tiger Might Hall, there were still many masters, although some people had hardly made a move, but after practicing with more than three hundred people, Fang Ling felt that his heart had risen again.

  The more it is at this time, the better to cultivate a bit.

  After all, strength is the most important thing!

  PS: Little Fang has made a move, and brothers are also rising up! Votes, collections, don't miss any of them!