C66 (1/2)

”So Fang Shaobai's opponent for the second round was Fang Yumei. This is going to be interesting. Fang Yumei's cultivation has already reached the peak of the seventh stage Martial Disciple. How could Fang Shaobai possibly win against him?”

”Last time in Fang Shaobai's courtyard, Fang Yumei received a slap from Qin Xiaoling. Even now, Fang Yumei is still angry, so he must be venting all of his anger on Fang Shaobai now.”

Even Fang Shaofeng, who had already confirmed that her opponent was not Fang Shaobai, was swept away from her heart. Although she could not put Fang Shaobai to a miserable state ahead of time, she was still willing to see Fang Shaobai being humiliated by Fang Yumei once.

And so, under the watchful eyes of the crowd …

”Hehe, you want to humiliate me just like that? You are truly asking for trouble. Other than your chest, you really don't have anything else.”

Fang Shaobai's handsome face revealed a trace of a strange smile. Her figure flashed, and her feet quickly stepped out, as fast as the wind and clouds, ethereal and nimble, with one turn of her body to step on the ground. Yue Yang remained calm, raising her hand into a raging inferno.

”pyretic palm!”

The domineering palm instantly carried a wave of heat that could topple mountains and overturn the seas. The high temperature instantly evaporated the water vapor in the four directions, and suddenly, a frightening vacuum was created from the palm of his hand. It was like an invisible flame prison had sealed Fang Yumei up.

”How is this possible?”

Fang Yumei's face suddenly turned as white as paper. A strong suffocating feeling caused her to almost faint, her body that was in the air trembled intensely, causing her two gigantic breasts to tremble even more violently, but she was on the verge of collapse.

Bang!

Fang Yumei was simply unable to withstand this wave of astonishing power. As it trembled, Fang Shaobai already did not have the slightest intention to care for the fairer sex as she smashed her palm on his chest.

Even so, Fang Yumei still let out a miserable howl as his body bounced far away and landed more than ten metres away. The pain from his chest made her continuously gasp for air, and she felt as if her twin peaks that she was most proud of were slapped fiercely by Fang Shaobai. She was shaking non-stop, and the more she trembled, the more she felt a strange pleasure turn into an electric current that shot straight to the bottom of her heart.

Puff!

Fang Yumei spat out a mouthful of blood as she glared at Fang Shaobai who had landed on the ground more than ten metres away. She had thought that she could properly humiliate Fang Shaobai once and let out her anger, but who knew that the result would be like this? After being struck by Fang Shaobai, she no longer had the power to continue fighting.

Fang Yumei was not willing to accept this, she asked herself again and again, how could this be, how could this be, wasn't Fang Shaobai's cultivation just at the Sixth Stage Martial Disciple, why do I feel like her cultivation is actually at Eighth Martial Disciple?

At this moment, Jinshanping was in an uproar.

More than a hundred pairs of eyes had personally witnessed Fang Shaobai instantly defeating Fang Yumei with just one move. Her movements were so overbearing, so relaxed, so easy to talk about, as if she was just sweeping away the dust beside him.

If it was said that Fang Shaoyan admitting defeat first was due to luck but it was just luck, then the person who saw this scene could have said that Fang Shaobai was lucky, then his eyes could be gouged out to feed the dog.

Fang Hantian had already left her seat in shock. As a stable Patriarch, to have such a reaction in front of the rest of the Patriarchs was definitely out of control, but there was nothing she could do.