"You're too weak." Fang Xiu stood alone in front of the only passage, facing Lu Ziming and the others. The scalpel in his hand gleamed coldly, while the Shadow Demon in the arena pressed closer step by step.
One person and two spies, one in front and one behind, completely blocked everyone in the courtyard.
Yang Ming and the others were let go by Fang Xiu and left the courtyard.
"Fang Xiu! What exactly are you trying to do! Are you trying to block our way out?!"
"Damn it! If you want to die, don't drag us down with you!"
Everyone was shocked and furious. No one expected Fang Xiu to be so crazy. Even when the strange creature attacked, he not only didn't run away, but he also blocked the only corridor.
"Let's all charge!"
Wen Jinglong raised his arm and shouted, and immediately everyone rushed towards Fang Xiu. They did not have the courage to face the Shadow Demon directly, but they dared to face Fang Xiu directly.
However, they soon realized the gap in strength.
Fang Xiu's physical body was on a completely different level from theirs.
The first two men who rushed over threw punches at him, but Fang Xiu didn't even look at them. With a simple sweeping motion, he sent them flying.
He then stepped forward and threw a punch, striking another person in the cheek. The person's face instantly twisted and deformed, and the powerful force caused his feet to leave the ground. His body actually spun 360 degrees in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
Wen Jinglong roared and threw a punch from the side, accompanied by a loud whooshing sound, showcasing the physical prowess of a fifth-level spirit master to the fullest.
However, Fang Xiu merely turned slightly to the side and dodged the powerful punch. Taking advantage of Wen Jinglong's inertia and loss of balance, he grabbed the other's arm and used a traditional grappling technique, hanging the arm and pressing the shoulder, to firmly suppress him.
Then a high knee strike landed on Wen Jinglong's abdomen.
"Ugh!" Wen Jinglong spat out a mouthful of sour water, almost rolling his eyes back.
But that wasn't all. Fang Xiu suddenly exerted his strength, lifting Wen Jinglong up with one arm and swinging him around like a big stick, sending everyone flying.
At that moment, a chilling light enveloped Fang Xiu's neck; it was Lu Ziming, who had come with a sword in hand.
Fang Xiu dodged and dived, avoiding the fatal sword strike. He then used the momentum to execute a scorpion tail kick, raising his right leg high and striking Lu Ziming's chin with his heel.
Lu Ziming's body instantly rose into the air, drawing a parabola before crashing heavily to the ground.
At this point, no one in the entire audience remained standing except for Fang Xiu.
These basic fighting moves were all learned during his training at the Green Vine City Investigation Bureau. Although the moves were simple, combined with his powerful physique, he was no match for anyone present.
But Fang Xiu didn't kill them, after all, they were nourishment.
Tap tap tap...
The footsteps continued to approach, and just as they were about to step on someone's shadow, the person was so frightened that they quickly rolled over to avoid being stepped on.
At this point, most of the people dared not fight anymore. They scrambled to their feet, leaping and bounding about, frantically dodging the Shadow Demons, and drawing circles in the courtyard.
"Fang Xiu! You haven't used a scalpel, which clearly means you don't want to kill anyone. But if you don't want to kill anyone, why are you blocking our way?" Lu Ziming shouted angrily while playing hide-and-seek with the Shadow Demon.
Fang Xiu looked at the disheveled crowd and said calmly, "It's very simple, just to make you hate me."
"I hate you!?"
Lu Ziming racked his brains but couldn't come up with this answer. What kind of pervert is this?! Does he enjoy making others hate him?
“Your spirituality is the nourishment I have prepared, and before consuming spirituality, it must be properly processed. Spirituality that has endured pain and hatred is the most delicious.”
Fang Xiu's calm words sent chills down everyone's spines.
The crowd was shocked not only by his undisguised, but also by his blatant display of his intentions.
Even more shocking was his horrifying statement: "The most delicious thing is a spirit that has endured pain and hatred?"
This guy can even taste the spiritual essence he's eating!
Is this even human? It's more bizarre than the supernatural!
At the very least, the supernatural doesn't season the food before eating it.
Fang Xiu's words made everyone feel like they were meat on a chopping board, and he was the chef, marinating the meat before cooking.
"You're not human! You're the monster!" Lu Ziming roared, his eyes filled with hatred and fear.
Suddenly, Fang Xiu laughed.
"That's the look in your eyes! Keep hating me, keep fearing me!"
"Bastard! I'll fight you to the death!" Lu Ziming's eyes were bloodshot as he raised his longsword and slashed at Fang Xiu in a rage.
Only when the long sword was about to strike did Fang Xiu make his move. His right hand transformed into a blur, striking first despite being behind, and grabbed Lu Ziming's wrist holding the sword.
Lu Ziming instantly felt as if his hand was being clamped by iron clamps, unable to move at all.
He was filled with shock and anger, and his fearful eyes turned to Fang Xiu, their eyes meeting for a moment.
He saw a bottomless darkness in Fang Xiu's eyes, a darkness from which some kind of suppressed beast seemed to be stirring.
That's not a human eye!
"Why are you so weak? Isn't your resentment enough?" Fang Xiu's calm voice rang out, and then he kicked Lu Ziming away.
He glanced at the crowd struggling to stay afloat and said calmly, "Surviving is simple; just do what you're best at."
These words left everyone bewildered, but Tong Yang was the first to react. He rushed towards Fang Xiu in one stride, then bent his knees and slid down to his knees in front of Fang Xiu, just like a football star's celebration move.
Thump!
He kowtowed repeatedly to the ground.
"Captain Fang, spare my life!"
Such fluid movements and lines stunned everyone.
Fang Xiu nodded in satisfaction: "Get lost."
With Fang Xiu's permission, Tong Yang, enduring the humiliation, rolled off the ground and into the passage.
Seeing that Tong Yang was free, the crowd dared not think of anything else, and no longer cared about the humiliation. They all began to kowtow and beg for mercy.
Fang Xiu kept his promise and let them in.
One man was even kowtowing when a shadow demon appeared out of thin air. Fang Xiu kicked the man aside, saving his life.
In the end, only Lu Ziming was left.
Humiliation, fear, panic, hatred and other complex emotions surfaced on Lu Ziming's face. This genuine expression of feelings could be used in film and television teaching materials.
With only him and Fang Xiu remaining, the Shadow Demons in the arena began to focus their attacks on them.
Faced with the attack of the Shadow Demon, Fang Xiu dodged with exceptional ease. This was because when the Shadow Demon appeared out of thin air, a phantom image would inevitably appear in the air first, which would then slowly solidify. Only after the image solidified would the killing pattern be triggered when the shadow was stepped on by the big leather shoes.
The time it takes to solidify is very short, but for Fang Xiu's powerful physique, it is plenty of time, and he can easily dodge the Shadow Step.
If he wanted, he could even spend the whole night playing with the Shadow Demon in this courtyard.
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