Chapter 650: Chapter 277: Slaying the Demon

No one heard Fang Shuwen’s words. They were still immersed in the shock of his previous punch. The howling, gale-like Fist Technique had forcibly cleaved the crowd in the Demon Mad Stockade’s Martial Arts Arena in two. It had forged ahead unstoppably, smashing directly into the Demon Gathering Hall!

What kind of Fist Technique was this, anyway?

The smile on Hong Zhengwu’s face had already vanished, replaced by an eerie calm.

Dugu Sheng, meanwhile, flicked the blade of his sword lightly, emitting a clear CLANG.

Bai Qianfang’s gaze did not fall on Fang Shuwen. Instead, he stared at the Demon Gathering Hall. His icy blue eyes were devoid of any emotion, as cold and indifferent as frost.

THROOM!!!

A blast of berserk True Qi suddenly erupted from within the Demon Gathering Hall.

CLATTER, CLATTER! The roof tiles began to violently rattle as the doors and windows were blown wide open by a terrifying, continuously rising aura.

"This is bad, the stockade leader is furious."

"Run! Don’t get caught in the crossfire!"

The bandits in the Martial Arts Arena exchanged terrified glances before scrambling wildly to escape, not caring which direction they fled.

Fang Shuwen looked up at the Demon Gathering Hall in slight surprise. "The stockade leader? The leader of the Demon Mad Stockade... Severe Heaven Mad Demon, Li Qiuyu?

"What kind of Martial Arts is this?"

He could clearly sense that Li Qiuyu’s Inner Strength was brimming with an extremely perverse and hostile nature. It harbored an intense resentment toward the heavens and the earth, a furious howl aimed at all living beings.

As this True Qi continuously erupted within the Demon Gathering Hall, it gradually climbed to its absolute peak.

BOOM!

A deafening explosion rang out. Every single cyan roof tile on the Demon Gathering Hall blasted outward.

However, after rocketing about twenty to thirty feet from their original positions, these flying cyan tiles seemed to be caught by some unseen force. They all froze entirely in midair. Then, in a fraction of a millisecond, the scattered tiles gathered like pieces on a chessboard. They swirled in the sky, forming a massive funnel with its sharp tip aimed directly at Fang Shuwen.

The cyan tiles howled, wrapping themselves in a tempest of extreme fury. At first, they looked like a funnel, but in the blink of an eye, they transformed into a Cyan Dragon. It roared as it lunged downward to slaughter Fang Shuwen.

Fang Shuwen took a step forward and flipped his right hand, conjuring a golden ’卍’ symbol in the center of his palm. He circulated the Muscle Strengthening Scripture Divine Technique and pushed out with one hand, causing the ’卍’ symbol to expand rapidly.

Carrying monstrous rage and hatred, the dragon formed from cyan tiles violently collided with Fang Shuwen’s ’卍’ symbol. A heaven-shaking BOOM resounded instantly.

WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHOOSH!

The dispersing Palm Power and shattered cyan tile fragments rippled outward in all directions like a tidal wave.

Although the bandits of the Demon Mad Stockade had the foresight to know they would become collateral damage once Li Qiuyu struck with full force—hence their early attempts to flee—the collision happened far too quickly. The resulting shockwave covered such a massive area that, despite running early, they couldn’t escape its radius.

Those who were closer were instantly swept up and launched into the air by the fierce winds. They wildly spurted blood, dying before their bodies even hit the ground. Those further away were knocked head over heels, tumbling across the ground until they were bruised and battered.

The various experts from the East Sea, having not yet truly set foot inside the Demon Mad Stockade, managed to avoid the disaster. Among everyone present, the safest person by far was undoubtedly Luo Shuqing. Standing right behind Fang Shuwen, she wasn’t affected by the violent currents of True Qi in the slightest.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!!!

The explosive roars echoed in all directions as the cyan tiles were pulverized into fine powder. They turned into a cloud of dust that blotted out the sky and covered the sun.

But right at that moment, a figure suddenly burst through the dust cloud. With one hand raised high, the person aimed straight for Fang Shuwen’s face.

Having anticipated this, Fang Shuwen shifted into his Plum Blossom Scattering Hand and raised his arm to grab the attacker’s wrist. However, his opponent was no ordinary fighter either. The moment he realized things were going south, he morphed his claw into a palm. His Palm Technique shifted, leaping and sinking; pulling his hand back to avoid the grab, he then thrust straight toward Fang Shuwen’s heart. At the same time, his legs lashed out in rapid succession, every kick targeting Fang Shuwen’s lower body.

The ruthlessness of this assault was clear for all to see.

The attacker changed moves with blistering speed. If it had been anyone else, even if they could defend against it, they would inevitably be thrown into a panic. Yet Fang Shuwen simply hooked one hand inward while simultaneously throwing out a swift kick of his own.

BANG!

Their legs collided, completely disrupting the rhythm of the opponent’s rapid-fire kicks. As a result, the attacker’s body tilted to the side, causing his incoming palm strike to veer off course by three inches.

Right at that moment, Fang Shuwen clamped his five fingers down tightly, successfully seizing the man’s wrist.

Now, one could argue that this opponent fought with a systematic approach, considering his first two moves were quite solid. However, upon having his wrist grabbed, he immediately threw his entire body forward, slamming straight into Fang Shuwen’s chest. The sheer speed of this tackle showed incredible decisiveness. This tactic was pure shamelessness—a chaotic, completely unorthodox way of brawling.

If it were anyone else in Fang Shuwen’s shoes, they would have likely gone with the flow to adapt to this sudden change. Maintaining their grip on the wrist, they would only need to leap backward and pull with the momentum. This would drag the attacker straight to the ground, securing the upper hand.

However, ever since Fang Shuwen made his debut in the Jianghu, no matter what kind of opponent he faced, he had never taken a single step back. When Suhe Zhen used a Secret Technique to boost his Power and unleashed countless fist shadows, Fang Shuwen had stood his ground and taken them head-on. Why would he ever retreat for something like this today?

Not only did he not retreat, but he also let out a hearty laugh. He took a step forward himself, raising his shoulder to meet the tackle with a brutal shoulder bash.

BAM!!!!

It was like two wild bulls violently slamming into each other. The ground beneath their feet instantly shattered into pieces, sending a web of cracks spreading outward in all directions.

Fang Shuwen’s figure didn’t budge an inch, but the man opposite him let out a muffled groan as he was sent flying backward... Alas, Fang Shuwen’s hand was still clamped tightly around his wrist. How could he possibly let him escape?

With a single pull of his arm, he commanded, "Come back!"

But returning would mean absolute doom!

That collision just now had already determined the victor. If the opponent had simply been sent flying away, it wouldn’t have been so bad. At most, Fang Shuwen would have to chase after him to finish the job, which still left the man a sliver of a chance to maneuver and survive.

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