Like his father Fang Yuantu, Fang Kunnan was a cautious man. After all, they had made a grave mistake twenty years ago and were now considered criminals within the family.
For years, they have been secretly lying in wait, waiting for an opportunity to seize power in the family, and they have been taking every step carefully to hide their strength.
Therefore, almost no one knew their ambitions, nor did anyone know that their cultivation had greatly increased over the years.
But now, Fang Kunnan feels there's no need to hide it anymore.
Especially when he sensed a hint of danger, he didn't hesitate and suddenly unleashed his true energy, throwing a punch.
Because it was a close-quarters battle, he naturally didn't release his true energy, but his fists glowed with a blue light, giving people the feeling of shattering all obstacles.
"Fang Han, you dare to use the Mengquan style, which is the basic martial art of our family, to fight against my father's Pojunquan style? You're practically courting death..."
Fang Shaohu, whose mouth was still bleeding, became arrogant again upon seeing this scene.
Fang Han is indeed very strong now, and he can't resist him at all, but he thinks that Fang Han would be courting death if he went to fight his father, Fang Kunnan!
As long as his father captures Fang Han, cripples him, and hands him over to the Zhao family, Fang Han will surely die. He will still be the family's number one genius and the future young master of the Fang family.
Speaking of Mengquan, as its name suggests, it is a boxing style that the family's children learn when they are first introduced to martial arts, and it is only a basic introductory skill.
The Po Jun Fist is completely different. This fist was created by the Fang family ancestor for charging into battle. Once it is used, it is invincible and has a reputation for being unstoppable.
Among the many martial arts techniques of the Fang family, the Breaking Army Fist is considered the ultimate skill. However, it is extremely difficult to master, and only a handful of people in the family have been able to fully master it.
At this moment, Fang Zhendong, Fang Sihai, Fang Qing, and the others witnessed this thrilling scene and were all filled with worry and anxiety.
They all wanted to rush forward to rescue Fang Han, but everything happened too suddenly, and time was so tight that it was despairing. Before they could even take any action, Fang Han and Fang Kunnan's fists collided fiercely.
In an instant, everyone inside the Elders' Hall clearly felt the ground tremble violently, giving them the feeling of an earthquake.
Many people thought that even if Fang Han wasn't killed by Fang Kunnan's punch, he would definitely be severely injured.
But unexpectedly, after the loud noise, Fang Han stood firmly in place like a steady mountain, completely still.
On the other hand, Fang Kunnan uncontrollably took a step back, and the blue brick beneath his feet turned to dust.
This scene left everyone present wide-eyed in astonishment, filled with shock and confusion.
"This...how is this possible?"
"Fang Han is only a beginner-level martial artist, and his cultivation has only just begun. How could he possibly defeat a Martial Grandmaster?"
“Fang Han is no longer a martial artist. His defeat of Fang Pohu is enough to prove that he is at least a martial master.”
“But even a martial arts master couldn’t be that strong, especially since he was only using beginner-level Mongolian boxing.”
"Could it be that Fang Han has already surpassed the level of genius and is a prodigy? Was he just not enlightened before?"
Immediately, the elders of the Fang family began to discuss among themselves again.
Previously, they thought that Fang Shaohu had become a beginner-level martial artist and was the future hope of the family. At that time, they were full of expectations and praise for Fang Shaohu.
But now, they're starting to think that compared to Fang Han, Fang Shaohu is like a dwarf horse compared to a mythical beast.
Under Fang Han's brilliance, Fang Shaohu instantly paled in comparison, like a firefly compared to the bright moon.
"Fang Han, what kind of sorcery are you using...?"
Fang Shaohu, who was lying on the ground unable to get up, was even angrier. His eyes were wide open as he stared intently at Fang Han, his gaze as if he wanted to devour him.
Before he could finish speaking, he aggravated his injury and spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered on the ground in a bright red color, appearing particularly glaring.
Those members of the collateral branches surrounding Fang Zhendong became somewhat uneasy upon seeing this scene.
They knew in their hearts that if Fang Han really defeated Fang Kunnan, then this operation to force Fang Zhendong to step down would have completely failed, and they would definitely be severely punished by the family.
The thought of their family's harsh punishments made their faces turn pale, and their bodies trembled slightly involuntarily.
Fang Han listened to Fang Shaohu's words, but didn't bother to reply at all.
He merely raised his head slightly, his eyes cold and calm.
He simply stood there quietly, his posture as upright as a pine tree, exuding a powerful aura.
"Fang Han, you've actually become a high-level martial artist. You've been hiding it very well."
"However, I was just underestimating you. You greenhorn, you have no chance of defeating me. You should just surrender and maybe you can live a few more days."
Fang Kunnan narrowed his eyes slightly, a sinister glint flashing within them.
He remained arrogant, as if Fang Han was nothing more than an ant in his eyes. Even if Fang Han showed some strength at this moment, it still could not change the fate of being easily crushed by him.
"There's no need for empty talk. Show me what you've got. No matter what tricks you use, I'll teach you a lesson with the Fang family's Mongolian boxing today."
Fang Han's tone was very calm, like a deep lake, undisturbed.
"How arrogant!"
Fang Kunnan was furious and suddenly took a few steps forward.
With each step he took, the ground seemed to tremble slightly. His aura surged wildly, and he unleashed a series of deadly moves from the Breaking Army Fist.
He was already a beginner-level Martial Grandmaster, and his true energy could already be projected outwards.
His true energy condensed into more than a dozen enormous fists, which, accompanied by a whistling wind, enveloped Fang Han, as if to completely devour him.
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