God-Level All-rounder Expert-Chapter 619 - 688: Killing the Trio of Angels

"First Blood! The Masked Hero has scored the first blood!"

"The fight ended so quickly, the rest should be easier now."

"It might be easy, but let’s not forget, there are so many others around him longing to pounce."

Online discussions were rife, with some seeing the ease with which the enemy was killed, yet with so many onlookers surrounding Fang Yi, who could ensure they wouldn’t strike suddenly?

Huo Xiaoxuan, who was live streaming the event, was extremely pleased as she saw the tips pouring in. She placed her hands on her hips and exclaimed, "That hits hard, guys, thanks for all the planes, wow, so many! Stay tuned, fellas, there are even more exciting battles to come."

Huo Xiaoxuan was using Quick Feet Live Stream, and upon seeing those dazzling tips, she was all smiles on the inside.

Fang Yi remained calm, glanced at the man struggling on the ground, barely alive, and after simply saying "Next," he quietly waited.

Before long, a Caucasian man stepped forward.

The man was imposing and muscular, already shirtless, no different from the barbarians of Lu City. He glanced at his dead comrade on the ground, then turned his gaze onto Fang Yi and said, "To kill an Extraordinary Assassin so easily, you really are worth a hundred million in cash."

Fang Yi replied indifferently, "Even if you brought the entire Angel team, I could still kill them all."

Joes sneered, "Such arrogance. Who do you think you are? How dare you make such grand claims? Well then, I will let you know the consequences of your pride."

Joes suddenly took a deep breath, his muscles making crackling noises like popping beans, already explosive, and at that moment, they seemed even more powerful, sending shivers down the spine.

"Die!" Joes’ eyes were bloodshot, and with a low roar, he charged at Fang Yi.

Joes was brimming with confidence; he had earned the title of Strongest Level Assassin and was at Samurai level twelve, equivalent to an Earth Level third stage Martial Artist in Xuan Cang’s standards.

Joes’ skill was the Absolute Killing Boxing Skill, learned from a master in the West, and close combat was his forte. So right away, Joes charged close to Fang Yi, unleashing his fists.

Each of Joes’ punches created a powerful gust of wind, powerful enough to leave a mark on the concrete floor, showing just how terrifyingly hard Joes’ fists had become.

Fang Yi casually caught sight of the intense confidence on Joes’ face, a slight smile crept on his lips, and in the midst of their exchange, he leaped into a spin, his right fist suddenly thundering out.

Excitement flashed in Joes’ eyes, the muscles on his right arm bulged like rock, veins popping. Joes was convinced that the clash of fists would show his punch’s horrifying strength.

Even a steel plate could be deformed by it.

However, as Joes swung his punch with full confidence, the moment it made contact with Fang Yi’s fist, his confidence shattered.

Fist like a boulder, Joes’ fist might have been terrifying, but Fang Yi’s was even more so. frёeωebɳovel.com

With a bang, Joes was sent flying backward.

"What realm is your strength actually in?" Joes was shocked, suddenly finding his earlier confidence laughable.

"Do you think I would reveal my trump card?" Fang Yi mocked, then executed the Divine Travel Steps.

When Fang Yi used the Divine Travel Steps, a heaviness settled in Joes’ heart as his opponent’s speed was simply too fast.

Thump, thump, thump!

Fists rained down on Joes like a torrent, no matter how he roared or shouted, Fang Yi’s fists never stopped, continuously landing blows all over his body.

"Hmm? Thunderbolt Fist?" Wang Tong, Mo Shu, and the middle-aged man in front of them, raised his eyebrows suddenly, surprised to see the essence of the Thunderbolt Fist within the strikes Fang Yi threw.

"This Fang Yi... his boxing technique is quite formidable." The elderly woman sitting on the ground muttered to herself, her voice ancient and raspy, like a venomous snake hissing.

"Grandma, is it hard to kill him?" the girl asked.

"There’s some difficulty, but..." The crone’s eyes narrowed into slits, an ominous light flickering, "I’ve already secretly deployed the Gu; as long as he’s the slightest bit careless, his head will be mine."

"Good, good, good... so fast!" Huo Xiaoxuan, serving as a livestreamer, was also shocked as her eyes widened. She was stunned by the barrage of punches thrown by Fang Yi like a rapid succession of raindrops.

The fists were too fast to see clearly.

But what was clear was that, on the ground, Joes’s face was a bloody mess, beaten to the point where he couldn’t get up.

"Thank you XXX for sending ten planes, hit, hit, hit..."

"I’ll send twenty planes to beat that white man into a pulp, to cut off his dick!"

"Eh... we’ll see."

Huo Xiaoxuan felt that the requests from the livestream viewers were quite challenging.

Bang!

After throwing his final punch, Fang Yi drew back his fists, slowly stood up, took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, inhaled, and exhaled the foul air from his lungs.

Just as Fang Yi let out a comfortable puff of smoke, a silent, traceless breath of wind arose behind him—hard to detect.

It was a bullet, muffled by a silencer.

Those watching the livestream happened to see it and instantly became tense with worry.

Fang Yi’s expression also darkened; he swiftly sidestepped, and the bullet just grazed past his arm. Then, consecutive gunshots rang out as a series of bullets were fired at him like hidden weapons.

Fang Yi saw a blonde woman leap onto the rooftop, maintaining a certain distance, never willing to get close.

Moreover, this blonde woman’s marksmanship was formidable; her shooting technique was exquisite, clearly aimed at Fang Yi.

"I thought Angel would act with honor, not resort to sneak attacks," Fang Yi said.

"I have to admit, you’re no ordinary person," the blonde woman, Risa, remarked with a cold glint in her eyes, "But unless you’re at Saint Level, you can’t possibly dodge all the bullets!"

Saint Level, that is, a sixteenth-level samurai, equivalent to Xuan Cang’s Heavenly Level expert.

Risa maintained her distance from Fang Yi, avoiding close combat, but what she didn’t know was that, although Fang Yi was not yet at Heavenly Level, his speed had already far exceeded her expectations.

Fang Yi’s aura suddenly changed; he picked up a sharp arrow from the ground, then slightly bent his legs, and like a cannonball, he shot forward.

Blonde woman Risa’s pupils dilated in alarm, for she only saw a black figure charging toward her.

Now was nightfall, and the night served as the best cover. When Fang Yi reached her, her eyes had already bulged like those of a dead fish.

An arrow whistled through the air, faster than a bullet, with a thwack, the arrowhead pierced into the blonde woman’s chest.

"You... how is this possible... why..." Risa’s lips streamed with blood, disbelief evident in her expression; his speed was inconceivably fast.

"Even if I’m not at the so-called Saint Level you mention, you’re still dead," Fang Yi stated indifferently.

Pulling out the arrow, the blonde woman Risa fell to the ground with a thump, and atop the entire building’s rooftop, silence reigned—dead silence.

Fang Yi stood facing the breeze, the bloodied arrow in hand.

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