Volume 1: Wild Beasts, Changes Begin Chapter 20: Beating people is like beating ants, please give me some advice
Seeing that Fang Yunhan had walked nearly fifty steps on the street after passing the city gate, someone finally couldn't hold back and rushed out from behind with a man wielding two swords.
The man's face was covered with a black cloth, but the two swords in his hands were gleaming like snow. Under the not-so-bright morning sun, they created dazzling light and shadows. He walked with the sword wrapped around his body, and his sword speed was extraordinary. When people on both sides of the street saw him, many of them felt awe in their hearts, while others showed disdain.
On the second floor of a restaurant on the east side, a Taoist priest was sitting by the railing and said to a young man in yellow clothes beside him, "Brother Feng, can you tell which family or sect this man belongs to?"
The young man in yellow took a casual glance and said, "Although this man is holding two swords, his left hand is using the Twenty-four Difficult Paths of Shu, which is originally used as an iron plate. His right hand is using the sword as a thunder god blocker. I think he is the descendant of the Thunder Sect. It's a pity that he changed to a weapon that is not suitable for him. It's hidden and looks weird."
Since everyone on the street is here to grab the treasure map, there are certainly some who are afraid that their identities will be recognized after they get the treasure map, so they change their famous weapons and even cover their faces with cloth towels.
However, this young man in yellow was able to see at a glance the other party's deliberately concealed martial arts skills in the chaotic crowd. He really had an extraordinary vision.
The Taoist nodded in agreement: "It's an evil sect. Now that you're here, you don't even have the courage to risk everything. It's really not good."
During the conversation between the two men, the man wielding two swords majestically was less than a foot away from Fang Yunhan.
Fang Yunhan didn't even turn his head and swung his arms back.
No one present could see clearly whether he was attacking with a palm or a punch. They only heard two loud clanging sounds, and the man with double swords fell backwards, rolled seven or eight times on the ground, coughing continuously, and struggled hard for several times but failed to get up.
He only had two broken knives left in his hands, and the blades stabbed into the door of a shop opposite with two thuds.
Logically speaking, the power displayed by Fang Yunhan's move was extraordinary, but money can move people's hearts, and the failure of the first person not only failed to deter others, but instead seemed to have pressed a certain mechanism. Most of the people on both sides of the street shouted and rushed forward one after another.
" There's only one guy here, so let's fight together."
"Kill him first, and then we can divide the treasure map among ourselves."
"Charge!" "Kill!"
Like the roar of wild beasts, swords and guns came like a forest.
As the saying goes, a random punch can kill a master, and it is also said that swords have no eyes. With so many weapons coming at him at once, a mortal body has to dodge. Fang Yunhan dodged twice, and when he saw the right moment, he stretched out his palm and grabbed the iron rod in someone's hand.
The man had been bravely moving forward with the guys around him. He couldn't see clearly who was in front of him with the iron rod in his hand, so he just smashed down. Unexpectedly, his hand suddenly felt empty, and then a burning pain swept through his body and mind.
The iron rod in his hand was pulled away by Fang Yunhan. Because it was pulled away too quickly, the iron rod, which was obviously very smooth, actually rubbed the palms of the man's hands, causing the skin and flesh to be torn and bleeding, and the bones were almost visible.
The man let out a terrible howl, and then everything in front of his eyes went white.
The dozen or so people who were originally blocking his way suddenly fell down in unison like rice during the autumn harvest.
When daylight came out, there was suddenly an open space in front of them. Twenty or thirty people fell to the ground, holding their legs and feet and crying out in pain.
The man with bleeding hands looked at Fang Yunhan, the only one standing in the middle of the open space in front of him. His mind was blank, but he was soon swept forward by the people around him who were unaware of their own death.
Then he also experienced severe pain in his legs and feet, and a feeling of his body being lifted into the air.
When he was thrown out and knocked over four or five big men behind him, he burst into tears and an incredible thought flashed through his mind.
"My demon-slaying wand is so powerful! It's as easy as knocking an ant to the ground."
The vast majority of martial arts in the martial arts world focus on the foundation of the lower body. Those who can come here today all have some foundation in martial arts, and an ordinary force of over a hundred kilograms cannot shake their lower bodies.
However, Fang Yunhan casually swept the legs and feet of the people around him with the iron rod in his hand, knocking down at least six or seven people, and even some were lifted up and hit the people behind them.
This is a rough estimate, every time he swung his arms must have had a force of over a thousand pounds, and he swung them more than ten times in a row without any sense of weakening of strength.
But in the blink of an eye, more than a hundred people fell on Ginkgo Street in front of the South City Gate. Some of them were lying on top of each other, some fell headfirst into the shops nearby, and some were rolling on the ground.
“It hurts so much~” “Have mercy! Have mercy!” “It hurts so much!”
From murderous shouts to wailing everywhere, the situation changed so quickly that it was hard to keep up.
Many green forest masters who originally relied on their status and regarded the people below as cannon fodder were now stunned.
When Fang Yunhan walked out from the crowd lying on the ground holding the iron rod, many people subconsciously stepped back. Even those who were standing on the high ground of the restaurant, who did not face him directly, leaned back involuntarily, showing an attitude of avoidance or even fear.
There were also people who suddenly looked at him with burning eyes, like the young man in yellow, who stared at Fang Yunhan closely. He looked calm and composed, as if the fight had never happened and he was just sweeping the dust with a stick and walking over leisurely.
"Yulongzi, did you see it?" asked the young man in yellow.
"It's really divine power, but I don't know what the moves are." The Taoist sighed, his face still calm, but the five fingers of his right hand were already grasping an ancient green sword at his waist, and the five fingers of his left hand were moving non-stop, as if he couldn't wait.
"you……"
At this time, Fang Yunhan, who had been ignoring the people around him since entering the city, looked around and finally spoke.
"You guys want to beat me, right?"
This was a bit strange. If they wanted to seize the treasure map, they naturally had to defeat him. But if they simply described it as wanting to win, it would seem too easy.
Those who were lying down and wailing had no time to listen, but those who were standing around or sitting on both sides of the street or between restaurants and shops all felt a little awkward when they heard these words.
It was as if what they thought was a major event involving life and death, treasure, the rise and fall of a century, and great ambitions, was just a game in the other party's mind where victory or defeat could be easily decided.
At best, it was just a competition. A competition that could not threaten his life.
Even though the young man appeared polite, he gave everyone a subtle feeling of being despised.
"Very good." Fang Yunhan got an affirmative answer from everyone's silence. He casually thrust the iron rod in his hand, and the stone brick street surface was like a puddle of mud, and was penetrated three-quarters of the way.
He let go of the iron rod, opened his hands to indicate that there was nothing in his hands, and then stepped forward one step at a time.
"Then I'll give you this chance. You guys acted , so maybe you guys didn't have time to use some tricks. So, come on now, whether you take turns or attack us in a siege."
"Whether it's traps, ambushes, sneak attacks, poisons, hidden weapons, or some unspeakable means, all can be used to the fullest."
Fang Yunhan had a gentle and calm smile on his face, but he didn't stop walking .
Those people who were standing close to the sides of the street and did not block his way at all still couldn't help but step back and dodge.
He took a step forward, and everyone took a step back.
But everyone, after the shock and fear just now, was also filled with anger as they dodged and listened.
It seemed that it was no longer just greed and murderous intent for the treasure map, but a more instinctive anger.
And this anger suddenly reached its peak when Fang Yunhan's next words were uttered.
"No matter what tricks you use, I will not kill anyone with my own hands before I leave this city today."
Fang Yunhan closed his outstretched hands and clasped them in front of his chest as a gesture of greeting.
"So, please recruit."
