God-Level All-rounder Expert-Chapter 690 - 760: Black Prison in Hand

Fang Yi’s mind was slightly distracted.

The participants in the front had basically established the top ten positions, and next up were the matches between participants numbered thirty-one to sixty-one. Among them, Zhou Hao and Yang Yingying stepped forward.

Before leaving, Zhou Hao gave Fang Yi a cold glance, his provocative intent strong as if to say, "I’m waiting for you." In response, Fang Yi just curled the corner of his mouth, pretending he didn’t see.

Meanwhile, at the Desire Sect, Su Ge’er also made her appearance. When Su Ge’er appeared, it instantly stirred many complex emotions. It would’ve been manageable if she reached the Heavenly Level, but Zhou Hai was at the Heavenly Level second tier, which made things difficult. It seemed he would need to cover his face before going on stage.

Cover his face? A sly smile curled at the corner of Fang Yi’s lips.

"Is that the Desire Sect’s Su Ge’er? Truly enchanting."

"A great beauty of the martial arts world."

"If one could marry her, he’d probably be drained dry."

"And you think you could marry such a beauty with that timid look? Dream on!"

"..."

Su Ge’er, dressed in black, had a graceful figure, delicate as if boneless. With each lotus step, she exuded a charming and graceful allure, her eyes bewitching as they moved, her proud figure captivating the hearts of onlookers.

The moment she stepped onto the stage, she attracted many eyes, inciting madness — beauties are always popular wherever they go.

Interestingly, her opponent was a monk from the same temple, meant to uphold strict disciplines and shun female contact. This contrast, a stark one between the charming chief disciple of the Desire Sect and the temple’s monk, instantly made many men in the audience boil with excitement, bursting the previously subdued atmosphere.

Witnessing this scene, Fang Yi couldn’t help but reflect that whether in modern society or among these martial arts practitioners, a beauty never lacked allure and was always the most captivating.

On Zhou Hao’s end, things were looking grim.

Zhou Hao, fighting under the title of chief disciple of the Sky Sword Sect, had expected many cheers, but now, all cheers were directed toward Su Ge’er. Thinking about how close Su Ge’er and Fang Yi had been walking together earlier, Zhou Hao unavoidably blamed Fang Yi.

"Damn it! I’ll show you that I, Zhou Hao, am the strongest!" Zhou Hao murmured under his breath, veins throbbing on his forehead. His opponent from the Qingcheng Sect, seeing Zhou Hao’s fierce demeanor, grew somewhat afraid.

When Zhou Hao glared at him, he actually forfeited immediately.

Zhou Hao coldly taunted, "Useless creature!"

However, no matter how much Zhou Hao mocked, no one was looking his way.

Su Ge’er, looking at the monk across from her, smiled and said, "Young master monk, could you perhaps let this little lady pass safely once?"

The monk’s forehead was slightly sweaty, obviously unsettled by Su Ge’er’s charm. He took a deep breath and said, "Please enlighten me, miss."

Su Ge’er sighed lightly, "Alright, then please go easy on me, young master monk."

The monk replied, "Let’s keep it to touches."

The next moment, Su Ge’er leapt into the air and the monk’s punches came fiercely. The two instantly clashed together, capturing many eyes as the noise of discussions and shouts grew even louder.

In the noisy crowd, Fang Yi looked again towards Ying Juekong’s direction, but Zhou Hai had disappeared at some unknown time. Fang Yi slightly squinted his eyes, scanning around, yet he still could not find any trace of Zhou Hai.

Fang Yi had a bad premonition in his heart, but he was not too nervous—come what may, no one can stop it. Fang Yi lit a cigarette and slowly smoked it.

After a while, a young man approached Fang Yi.

"Fang Yi!" the young man called out in a low voice.

"Is something the matter?" Fang Yi responded with a smile.

Tang Xiaoyu immediately ordered, "Don’t smile."

Fang Yi countered, "My face is my own. If I want to smile, I’ll smile."

"You!" Tang Xiaoyu, clearly impatient, coldly said, "I’m here to tell you to stop gazing at my sister; otherwise, I’ll gouge out your eyes."

"What else?"

"I hope you don’t lose too easily. You better pray that you don’t face me, or else I’ll make you lose all your dignity," Tang Xiaoyu arrogantly said.

"Is that all?" Fang Yi asked, remaining calm and unbothered.

Seeing Fang Yi’s composed demeanor, Tang Xiaoyu truly grew angry; he huffed and stormed off.

Half an hour later, the second round ended, and it was time for Fang Yi to enter the arena. Before going on stage, Fang Yi covered his face with a cloth.

Fang Yi’s costume did not attract much attention; after all, he wasn’t very famous in the Martial Arts world, and there were odd characters like the Drunken Fist successor Lv Fei or the little sword maniac, so him covering his face really wasn’t something extraordinary.

Fang Yi entered the arena, facing a disciple from the Wudang Sect.

Upon seeing Fang Yi step into the ring, his opponent bowed and said, "Please!"

Fang Yi smiled in response, "Please."

His opponent immediately charged forward, using Tai Chi Boxing. However, Fang Yi slightly shook his head. The person was at Earth Level four, understanding only a bit of the basics of Tai Chi Boxing, but he was not a match for Fang Yi.

In order to avoid drawing too much attention, Fang Yi exchanged a few moves with the opponent before ultimately defeating him, thus passing the preliminary round.

The first round of the competition was essentially an elimination round; out of one hundred participants, fifty were eliminated. Among these fifty remaining, some were exceptionally dazzling.

The person receiving the highest cheers was the beauty Su Ge’er; the crowd cheered not for her strength, but for her stunning beauty. Besides her, there was the Drunken Fist successor Lv Fei, the sword-crazy youngster, and Knife King, with Zhou Hao also counted among them.

The second round of the competition officially began; the fifty participants drew lots anew. This time, Fang Yi drew number seven, his opponent being a disciple from the Qingcheng Sect at Earth Level five.

The Qingcheng Sect, similar to the Sky Sword Sect, was famous for its swordsmanship. His opponent wielded a sword, while Fang Yi carried Black Prison on his back, still wrapped and concealed as Black Prison.

"Please enlighten me," the opponent courteously initiated, and then made a move. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

Fang Yi found such duels truly boring. When his opponent thrust the sword at him, Fang Yi placed Black Prison before him, blocking the long sword. Then, Fang Yi stepped forward, maneuvered behind his opponent, and rested Black Prison on the opponent’s neck.

With a brief move, the Earth Level five disciple was defeated by Fang Yi. This gradually attracted some attention, especially the massive Black Prison in Fang Yi’s hands, drawing the gaze of many.

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