God-Level All-rounder Expert-Chapter 689 - 759: Ying Juekong

The night breeze was gentle, the cold wind brushing against the face.

Many disciples from various major sects were meditating and falling asleep; there were no houses here, everything relied on personal will. If one couldn’t endure, they were free to leave, but those who made it here were capable individuals. If one couldn’t even withstand such harsh conditions, there was nothing more to discuss.

Hua Huiyue led the disciples of the Sky Sword Sect in meditation when suddenly, her fair face began to redden. In such a freezing environment, the flush on her cheeks didn’t indicate warmth, but rather...

All of a sudden, Hua Huiyue felt queasy, the urge to vomit almost overwhelming, but she forcefully held it back.

As a practitioner at the Heavenly Level two-fold, she immediately sensed something abnormal within her body. She had been poisoned.

Poisoned?

Shock flashed through Hua Huiyue’s mind, but she remained composed on the surface. She had indeed been poisoned, but... how did the poison enter her system?

Many thoughts flickered through Hua Huiyue’s mind as she pondered who could have poisoned her.

The poison must have come orally; she had been fine when exerting her energy during the day, so it must be something she ate in the evening... She had eaten the roasted rabbit that young man gave her, and then her husband had passed her a jug of water...

There were only these two things. Hua Huiyue glanced subtly at Yang Chengji and thought, given his personality and courage, he would never dare to act against her. And as for that young man, Fang Yi...

Hua Huiyue looked over to where Fang Yi had been, only to find that he was gone.

Gone? Where did he go? Could it really have been that young man?!

...

The night was silent, but the chilly wind whistled intermittently under the moonless dark night as a figure walked slowly.

Suddenly, a very low rustling sound arose—it was the sound of footsteps crunching in the snow. A huge figure over two meters tall pounced towards the walking figure.

However, as soon as the massive figure lunged, a flash of black light streaked by.

With a "puff," the enormous figure was cleaved in two, becoming halves, as a man holding a giant black sword walked slowly to the side of the bisected torso, glanced at it, raised his eyebrows with a cold expression devoid of any emotion, and then swung his sword again.

Another "puff," and the head of the upper half was lobbed off.

"Fang Yi, it seems you really did come. I’m very curious to know if you can make it back alive this time," Fang Yi murmured to himself. He then sheathed his black sword and headed back the way he came.

Shortly after Fang Yi left, another figure arrived, slightly stooped, seeming to be an elder.

The elder looked at the corpse on the ground, stood by for a moment, then turned and left, returning the area to tranquility.

As dawn approached on the second day, the seated Fang Yi opened his eyes, stretched, and scanned the surroundings but didn’t see Hua Huiyue. Looking towards Jin Yuzhi’s location, she was not there either. Presumably, all the Sect Leaders had gathered together.

And looking at this basin, there were already hundreds of people gathered by then, all five major sects had arrived, except for the Iron Fist Sect which had been wiped out. Besides them, there were other martial arts sects, as well as other martial arts practitioners like Lone Heroes. This Martial Arts Conference was truly an event that brought together many masters.

Before long, Hua Huiyue returned, and Fang Yi immediately greeted her with a smile, but Hua Huiyue was as cold as ice and merely gave Fang Yi an indifferent glance before handing him a bamboo token. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Fang Yi could feel Hua Huiyue’s unusual behavior and was extremely puzzled. What’s wrong with his mother-in-law? Why has she suddenly become so indifferent towards him?

Each sect’s Sect Leader went to get a handful of bamboo tokens, which were essentially the identity proof needed to participate in the competition. Fang Yi looked at his token––number 66!

A middle-aged man slowly stepped forward, his eyebrows exuding an air of righteousness and his stature commanding, creating a sense of supremacy over all. As he arrived at the center of the grounds, the whole place fell into silence.

"Greetings, everyone, and welcome to the once-a-year grand event of the Martial Arts. I, your Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch Ying Juekong, greet you all here," Ying Juekong said, his eyes sweeping the crowd, and as he spoke, everyone listened intently.

Ying Juekong, famous at a young age, now forty-five, was a true martial arts prodigy and had been the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch for three consecutive years. This Martial Arts Conference was convened by him, and Fang Yi quickly ran through the information he had on him in his mind.

Fang Yi squinted his eyes slightly as Ying Juekong spoke in the center of the grounds. He half-listened, letting the speech go in one ear and out the other. At that moment, Fang Yi took out his phone to check the time, only to find it completely dead.

However, his phone might be dead, but his watch was still working.

He adjusted his watch, and on the small screen, many black dots were moving towards this mountain peak. Fang Yi relaxed a bit, hoping his buddy Song Fatty would be reliable this time.

Meanwhile, in the arena, Ying Juekong changed the topic and then announced loudly, "Alright, everyone has heard clearly. This competition is for friendly exchanges, so I hope you all restrain to the necessary point and avoid killing intent. Anyone who violates this will be dealt with severely."

The rules for the upcoming competition were actually quite simple. The bamboo tokens held by the disciples of each sect were randomly distributed with numbers from one to one hundred, and the numbers on them corresponded to their opponents.

Due to space limitations, it began with the disciples numbered one to thirty entering the arena first. Fang Yi, bearing number sixty-six, had some time to spare and watched from the side, whereas the other disciples and elders seemed anxious to get their turn, desperate to climb the ranks in this Martial Arts Conference.

Fang Yi, on the other hand, appeared completely nonchalant.

Indeed, Fang Yi found it boring. This round of matches would probably take half an hour. He had thought about finding Hua Huiyue for a chat, but seeing Yang Chengji at her side, and recalling her cold demeanor towards him that morning, Fang Yi had no intention of making an unwelcome approach.

Just then, Yang Yingying suddenly walked over. As Fang Yi was sitting cross-legged, Yang Yingying stood over him, looking down with superiority. Fang Yi smiled and asked, "Miss Yang, what can I do for you?"

Yang Yingying, with her chin lifted, said, "Fang Yi, if you know what’s good for you, it’s best not to enter the arena. Otherwise, you’ll lose miserably."

Fang Yi still smiled, "You should save that advice for Zhou Hao."

Yang Yingying’s face changed color a few times before saying, "Well, I’ve said all I could. If you want to humiliate yourself, that’s not anyone’s fault but your own." With that, Yang Yingying turned and left.

Fang Yi lit a cigarette and casually looked around until suddenly, his eyebrows tightly furrowed...

His gaze fell on Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch Ying Juekong, and beside him stood an old man. Although that night things were dire when Fang Yi ordered the bombing of Iron Fist Sect, he still remembered this old man’s face.

He was the father of Sect Leader Zhou Tong of Iron Fist Sect, the grandfather of Zhou Wei––Zhou Hai!

If this old fox has shown up, then that means... Zhou Wei must have also come, right?

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