Chapter 375 - 185: They Struck First (2)
Chapter 375: Chapter 185: They Struck First (2)
"Your Thousand Snow Pavilion is one of the Five Great Forces of the Northern Domain. Naturally, whatever you say, goes.
"I’m just a junior from the Eastern Domain. Even if I went to your Thousand Snow Pavilion and you plotted to kill me, who would speak up for me?
"Besides, given my current reputation in this Northern Domain, I’m afraid everyone would just find it... greatly satisfying."
Young Master Tingfeng forced his trembling hand to steady itself and managed a smile:
"With your level of Martial Arts, Hero Fang, is there anywhere you can’t go?
"How could a humble place like Thousand Snow Pavilion possibly have the means to kill you?"
Fang Shuwen gave a dry laugh:
"I am not a three-year-old child. You dare try such a pathetic attempt at reverse psychology on me?
"So, let me ask you, Young Master Tingfeng. When I know full well your Thousand Snow Pavilion has ill intentions, yet you insist on greeting me with a smile, should I kill you now? Or should I spare you... and kill you later?"
"Utterly outrageous!!!"
The old man behind Young Master Tingfeng could finally no longer hold back.
With a twist of his body, he seemed to shrink the ground beneath his feet, appearing directly in front of Fang Shuwen and reaching out to grab him:
"Perfect! I’ll drag you back to Thousand Snow Pavilion to answer for your crimes!"
Young Master Tingfeng’s expression changed drastically:
"Don’t!!!"
But it was already too late.
The corners of Fang Shuwen’s mouth curled up slightly. His right hand snapped inward and, with a CLICK, clamped down on the old man’s wrist.
The old man’s expression remained unchanged. With a slight shrug of his shoulder, Fang Shuwen felt the wrist in his grasp suddenly become as slippery as a fish, sliding right out of his hand.
Instead of being alarmed, Fang Shuwen was delighted:
"Interesting."
The moment the words left his mouth, his hand had already reached the old man’s chest.
This move was hidden beneath the previous one. While his right hand moved inward to seize the old man’s wrist, Fang Shuwen’s left hand was concealed beneath his right arm, ready to grab the old man’s chest.
Thus, the move was completely unexpected.
The old man was also caught by surprise. He immediately sank his Inner Breath, and as Fang Shuwen’s five fingers closed in, he once again felt that slippery, ungraspable sensation; his fingers slid away before they could find a solid hold.
This force-deflecting technique had truly reached the pinnacle of mastery.
Seeing that he was completely unharmed, the old man laughed heartily and thrust both arms out, attempting to seize Fang Shuwen by the shoulders.
But at that very moment, Fang Shuwen changed his clawing hand into a palm strike with a resounding THUD.
This palm strike was dense with Inner Strength, so much so that the force-deflecting technique couldn’t withstand it. The man was sent flying backward.
Fang Shuwen’s footwork shifted, and he caught up to the old man before he even hit the ground.
Young Master Tingfeng took a deep breath. He didn’t want to intervene...
Just as Fang Shuwen had said, this invitation from the Thousand Snow Pavilion was obviously a trap.
An inescapable net had been cast, just waiting for Fang Shuwen to walk into it.
He had made it clear to the old man before they arrived: no matter what happened, he was not to make a move.
A moment of patience keeps the peace, and a step back opens up a wider path.
But who could have predicted that, despite their agreement, Fang Shuwen would show them no respect at all?
Tossing the invitation was already an act of extreme contempt toward the Thousand Snow Pavilion, and then he had the gall to openly wonder whether to kill Young Master Tingfeng right to his face.
The old man, who prided himself on his profound Martial Arts and was naturally arrogant, how could he possibly tolerate such disdain?
Ultimately, he couldn’t resist the provocation and attacked Fang Shuwen.
The result was that after just two moves, he was sent flying by a single palm strike from Fang Shuwen.
He had brought this outcome on himself... which was why Young Master Tingfeng was so reluctant to intervene.
Getting involved would just give Fang Shuwen an excuse to escalate things.
But seeing that Fang Shuwen’s next punch was about to kill the old man, Young Master Tingfeng finally took a deep breath, tapped a hand lightly on his armrest, and shot into the air.
BZZZZZ, BZZZZZ!
Innumerable flying needles suddenly shot out from all directions, not only cutting off Fang Shuwen’s pursuit but also forming an inescapable net in the sky.
Fang Shuwen looked at the incoming attack, somewhat taken aback:
"Since when did Dongfang Bubai show up?"
He pressed both hands downward. With a HUM, the True Qi around his body rolled forth like a tidal wave, sweeping out in all directions and shattering the flying needles to dust.
Thanks to this interruption, however, the old man escaped a grim fate. He pointed at Fang Shuwen and roared:
"You refuse to accept a gesture of goodwill, so you can just die here—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Fang Shuwen flipped in the air and descended with a punch.
Young Master Tingfeng and the old man looked up simultaneously, only to see the massive imprint of a fist hammering down upon them.
Seeing this, the surrounding Thousand Snow Pavilion disciples could no longer stand by; they all charged toward Fang Shuwen.
They were trying to save their masters by attacking their assailant.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
With a thunderous BOOM, both the old man and Young Master Tingfeng were violently smashed into the ground by that single punch.
Fang Shuwen sneered:
"I was just toying with you to relieve my boredom. Did you really think you were something special?"
A powerful shockwave spread out in all directions, so forceful that those nearby staggered, their attacks faltering for a moment.
As the dust settled, the sight of Young Master Tingfeng and the old man lying in a deep crater made the faces of the Thousand Snow Pavilion disciples turn deathly pale.
Their stalled assault resumed.
Only this time, they were fighting with suicidal desperation.
Fang Shuwen wasted no more words. He put his palms together, and the Fire God Dharma Aspect instantly materialized. With a push of his hands, roiling flames swept out in all directions.
THUMP THUMP THUMP, THUMP THUMP THUMP!!
Figures were knocked out of the air one after another. Some were engulfed in roaring flames, while others screamed endlessly before their last breath left them.
Fang Shuwen dusted off his sleeves and started walking back toward the teahouse. On his way, he glanced at the other patrons inside and pointed a finger outside: