The Domination of Martial Spirit - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Seek for Court

“It definitely proves him to be the sole martial-spirit warrior in Mukden county, the pupil of YunXiao sect. His temperament is really singular!”

Yuan Feng’s impression of Fang Yu still remains the same as their previous encounter several years ago. However, Fang Yu didn’t join the YunXiao sect and Yuan Feng didn’t see him personally at that time. So he only had a shallow impression of him.

At this moment, facing this well known young person, he also has to acclaim him secretly.

“Ho ho, I’m so lucky today. With the intention to drink outside, I should meet the second childe of clan Fang here. If you don’t dislike these bland dishes, please seat yourself to drink here.” He remians on the stool and grins toward Fang Yu. What’s the asset of martial-spirit warrior? What’s the asset of the pupil of YunXiao sect? So average!

Nobody can eradicate his aversion to whom he dislikes.

“Ah, the crap of clan Yuan, you’re so arrogant.”

Before Fang Yu utters any word, Fang Li can’t bear it at first.

From the moment he walks into the room, Yuan Feng has never darted any glance at him. This is a total ignorance of him. Wherever he walks, he will be the central figure. By contrast, now he is neglected by a person.   Such a huge difference can absolutely overwhelm him.

“My little brother!”

Eyeing Fang Li’s fury is elicited, Fang Yu stands up and waves his hand toward him. He walks directly to the front of Fang Li and carefully scans Yuan Feng at the back of the table.

Honestly, it never occurs to him that the third childe of clan Yuan always called a crap by others is of such aggressive air. Crap? It’s so ridiculous. Are there many people in Mukden county who can be so talkative without any sense of fear in his presence?”

If such kind of person is regarded as a crap, then all the whole people in Mukden county are all craps.

“Ho ho, the third childe of clan Yuan, it seems that the rumour can’t be easily trusted.” He smiles and puts out his right hand slowly, “I only perform three moves, if you can escape it or stand it, all the debts can be cleared. How come?”

“Three moves? You really think highly of me.” Hearing Fang Yu’s suggestion, Yuan Feng raises his lip, “Now that you’ve said like this, I’m sure to accept it. Please!”

With such words, he lays down the cup and stands up idly.

Having heard that Fang Yu is a singular rare genius in Mukden county, he desires to check his methods.

Cultivation is not to only focus on the training but to really experience some matters. To burden yourself and interact with those stronger than you can boost your progress.

“Right, so ambitious!”

Fang Yu reveals smile on his face. Initially, he really worries that Yuan Feng will not accept it. Now, it seems that he is exactly full of confidence like the old saying goes, “Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers”.

“Yyou should be cautious!” Raising his lip, Fang Yu’s eyes radiate a sense of slight gloom. Although this is the first time that he has interacted with Yuan Feng, he has already sensed that this Yuan Feng before him is not so easy to conquer. At least, he is far better than his brother, Fang Li. There remains such sort of potential threat. How could he let it go?

“Bang.”

Fang Yu stamps his feet and thrusts outwards. By virtue of the strength of this stamp, his figure like an arrow directs to YuanFeng.

“So fast.”

He narrows his eyes and retrieves his contempt. The sole martial-spirit warrior in Mukden county or the pupil of YunXiao sect really deserves this honor.

“Ha ha, such kind of speed really displays his contempt for me!”

It’s evident that Fang Yu doesn’t exert all his strength. Yuan Feng knows it very clearly that if Fang Yu conducts all his force based on his true strength, his velocity is far beyond this.

“Rise up!”

There isn’t sufficient time for him to ponder over it. Fang Yu’s frame has approached and the pan-size fist is aiming at him. Seeing this, he violently stamps his feet, thrusting the table into air.

“Bang.”

Fang Yu’s fist smashes onto the table and the stiff table in sandal wood instantly shatters. So this move of his is compelled to halt.

“Ha ha, the first move.”

He tiptoes and backs for several steps, falling into the confrontation with Fang Yu.

Impetus derives from stress. If I yearn for making a breakthrough, I’ve to compete with masters. Unassailably, Fang Yu is an excellent opponent.

“Hum.”

Fang Yu groans furiously and his countenance turns more gloomy. It’s totally beyond his imagination that Yuan Feng’s reaction is so swift and his motion is fairly decisive as if he were an experienced master. Such a seemingly simple kick is an integration of opportunity and physical strength. And also he has to acclaim the ingenious elements.

“There should have existed such a figure in Mukden county. If so, you should disappear from this world!” Uttering to himself, he comes to the conclusion. The more extraordinarily Yuan Feng behaves, the less concessions he should make.

“Floating cloud palm.”

Following the first move, Fang Yu merely takes a rest and instantly moves his body again. This time, obviously, he exhibits his true strength. With his palm shaking, his arm rightly becomes spotless and bright.

“Can’t stand up to him”

Yuan Feng raises his eyebrows and perceives the wide gap etched between him and Fang Yu as soon as Fang Yu produces his power. Apparently, it’s not judicial for him to fight recklessly against his opponent. If he longs to tangle with Fang Yu, he must give full play to his advantages.

“The footwork of the Flying Dragon!”

Velocity is the most obvious advantage for him when compared with Fang Yu. Although Yuan Feng has successfully cultivated the seventh move of Jingang Fist, he still believes that Fang Yu’s comprehension of martial skills isn’t inferior to his based on his long period of time of cultivation.

“Poof.”

Fang Yu’s palm is of appalling force. Preceding its reach, the blast of wind created from the fiction between palm and air is approaching and blasting.

“The footwork of the Flying Dragon, to stroll idly in a courtyard.”

Yuan Feng reacts solemnly fast. Sensing the wind’s coming, he tiptoes and transforms into a butterfly, successfully escaping Fang Yu’s palm.

“Jingang Fist.”

Instantly eluding Fang Yu’s attack, Yuan Feng gazes and his figure directly arrives at Fang Yu’s side. Then he starts to run Qi and pushes his well prepared fist toward Fang Yu’s face, very ferociously.

Although he has promised to take three moves from Fang Yu, he didn’t say attack is not allowed. Defense? Defense is futile when competing with a person whose strength is much more advanced. Active assault is the best defense.

“Er?”

Fang Yu’s countenance falls. It’s totally beyond his imagination that Yuan Feng’s figure methods are so exquisite. Obviously, he has mastered an excellent section of figure methods and martial skills he has never possessed.

What astonishes him much more is Yuan Feng’s active attack. Time is so limited that he can’t think of it more. He can feel the force of this fist is not tiny. If he is hit by it, he will feel wretched. Hastily, he has to retrieve his palm to defend this fist. By doing so, the former force has gone and the new force isn’t produced. He can’t exert much strength.

“Bang.”

Fist crashes with palm. Yuan Feng directly returns flying back while Fang Yu, unprepared, also withdraws several steps.