Chapter 342: You Should Go And Die!“d.a.m.n it! They are going overboard!” Master Huo slammed his chair"s armrest. He wanted to stand up.
“Wait!” However, Gong Sunheng pulled his arm back.” Although you"re in the Mystic Martial realm, with your current cultivation, you might not be able to defeat them.”
His words stunned Master Huo, and he sat down with an embarra.s.sed look. He was an alchemist, so he was obsessed with alchemy; his cultivation had only increased due to all those pills. In terms of battle skills, he would be inferior to Hong Qinghe.
“What should we do?” Right after Master Huo asked…
“Hey!” A clear voice suddenly rang across the venue. “You guys spoiled the banquet, so I can"t even fight now. Shouldn"t you apologize to me?”
“Huh?” Fang Wenyang was surprised that someone spoke to him like this. His arrogant gaze scanned across the crowd and stopped at the battle stage. Then, he dangerously narrowed his eyes and asked, “What did you say? You want us to apologize to you?”
Ye Zhuixun stood on the battle stage, calmly lifted his sleeves, and showed him his wrists and fists. He then nodded and said, “That"s right. You spoiled the Fenghua Banquet and also my chance to become famous. Of course, you have to apologize to me.”
“b.a.s.t.a.r.d!” Fang Wenyang gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead throbbed. “You have a death wish!”
The crowd gasped. However, they soon recovered and started yelling in agitation.
“Ye Zhuixun! It"s Ye Zhuixun!”
“He"s going to fight! That"s great!”
“If he can defeat Third Young Master, he shouldn"t be weaker than Young Master Qinghe, right?”
“Yeah! I hope that he"s stronger than him, so we can be saved!”
“Ye Zhuixun! Do your best! Defeat them!”
Evidently, Ye Zhuixun and the rest, whom the Fengyang prefecture"s youngsters previously hated, were now more popular in comparison to the five men from the royal palace"s Imperial Academy.
However, Lou Xiaoxiao"s expression changed. “Is Ye Zhuixun crazy? Why is he provoking them on purpose?”
Lou Qianxue remembered the scene when she had fought Ye Zhuixun in the prefecture compet.i.tion. “He said that he wants someone to notice him, so he plans to get stronger and more famous…”
Both of them were talking when—
Whoosh!
The short dagger between Fang Wenyang"s fingers rapidly shot toward Ye Zhuixun.
At the same time, Fang Wenyang coldly laughed. “Apologize? That"s impossible. You should just go and die!”
The short daggers, which had killed numerous people just a while ago, moved forward with a ferocious, sharp, and cold aura. They moved in unpredictable trajectories, and on top of that, they could even change directions, making it hard to evade them…
“Ye Zhuixun! You must evade them! You must not lose…” Everyone from Fengyang prefecture prayed with their nerves on the edge.
However—
Ye Zhuixun did not dodge the daggers at all!
His eyes narrowed into a thin line as he waited for the right time.
“Wild Lion Roar!”
Clang!
His strong fist blocked the daggers, creating a piercing sound…
When Fang Wenyang saw that, he could not help but burst out laughing. He loudly mocked Ye Zhuixun, “This trash is so interesting. He dares to use his fists to block my daggers—”
Crack!
Crack!
Before Feng Wenyang could finish his sentence, his face paled and blood splattered out from his mouth. He then toppled to the ground…
On the battle stage, Ye Zhuixun"s fists had crushed the ferocious dagger into pieces. The daggers got smashed into powder and scattered across the ground…
“Wenyang!”
“Fang Wenyang!”
When the arrogant and proud students of the Imperial Academy saw that, their expressions fell at once. They rushed forward to help Fang Wenyang, who had collapsed onto the ground.
Someone gave him a pill with a grim expression. “How despicable! Fang Wenyang cultivated those daggers with his blood, and they are connected to his body. If they get damaged, he would be injured too. No wonder he could not endure it!”