Chapter Thirty-Three: The Fierce Beating

“Bug, ‘withered flowers and fallen willows’ is used to describe... women. It doesn’t suit them. You can... think of another adjective for them.” As Fang Yuan spoke, he dashed toward the group.

He felt a gust of wind at his feet, and the men across from him intended to attack together. However, before they could make a move, a chill swept over from the other side. It was summer—how could there be such cold wind?

They took a second to recover, but Fang Yuan was already upon them. Before they could even lift their arms, he swiftly struck with a hook punch. His fist fell like timely rain, landing on their faces and eyes.

Fang Yuan moved so quickly that the whole encounter looked like a phantom hand—so fast that the opponents didn’t even see how he punched, only feeling their faces battered and stung as if by a swarm of bees.

“Wow, master, I didn’t expect you to be so formidable now. If only more of them came, you could practice your skills even more,” Bug exclaimed. With just these few, Bug felt unsatisfied. If a dozen had come, it would have been a perfect opportunity for Fang Yuan to train.

“No need. These men are tough; they won’t go down easily,” Fang Yuan replied after exchanging blows twice, sensing their extraordinary resilience.

Though their faces were bruised and bloodied, these injuries were mere trifles for seasoned fighters.

Having tested his stamina, Fang Yuan realized his fighting abilities had improved considerably. In the past, whenever a fight broke out, his thoughts would scatter, and he never knew how to counterattack.

Now he understood: winning a fight with ease was an exhilarating experience.

It could be summed up in one word: thrilling!

What was the saying? Fighting for better health?

With each hook punch, Fang Yuan grew more excited, feeling like a beast awakened, his whole body brimming with untapped strength.

“Ho-ha!” he shouted.

Withdrawing his fists, Fang Yuan couldn’t help but roar loudly.

Each of the men had taken more than a dozen punches to the face. Hearing Fang Yuan’s shout, they assumed he was about to attack again and hurriedly raised their forearms in defense. Their actions were so synchronized, it seemed they had trained together.

“Speak—who sent you? Tell me, and I’ll let you go immediately. If not, prepare for another beating,” Fang Yuan threatened fiercely.

He didn’t really want to let these live targets go, but he was eager to know if it was Old Master Pei who had sent them.

“Cut the nonsense—fight!” one of them shouted. Clearly, they belonged to some training class, as their movements were impressively uniform.

“So you’re all tough nuts... I like that. The harder the bone, the more I enjoy sinking my teeth into it. Ha!” Fang Yuan exclaimed. With a leap, he soared lightly over their heads.

As he passed overhead, Fang Yuan couldn’t resist extending his wicked hand.

“Slap, slap, slap.”

The sound was crisp and clean. When Fang Yuan landed lightly behind them, the men were clutching their heads, hopping about and howling in pain.

There’s a spot atop the human head, extremely sensitive. If you pinpoint it and strike hard, you’ll ensure your opponent never forgets.

“Master, I can’t believe you can leap through the air now! Excellent, just excellent—come, let Bug give you a kiss.” Seeing Fang Yuan’s victory, Bug was beside himself with joy.

With Bug’s outrageous choice of words, Fang Yuan found himself speechless. Clearly, he’d have to educate Bug in proper speech. How could anyone talk so... crudely?

“Will you talk or not?” Fang Yuan demanded sternly. The men hardly spoke, their minds set only on fighting and attacking. Fang Yuan had no patience for more conversation, preferring such concise speech—it felt just right.

“Brothers, attack!”

Oh dear, can’t you pick another phrase?

Fang Yuan felt he’d had enough for today and didn’t wish to tangle with them further. Time for a swift resolution.

Young men, prepare to suffer—today, you’re going to hospital.

He secretly steeled himself, his fists crackling. Standing firm, he waited for them to enter his range...

The fastest runner was the burly man. Well then, it’s you today—bad luck for you.

Fang Yuan moved with lightning speed, grabbing the burly man and hoisting him upside down.

The burly man never expected anyone to use such a move on him. Judging by his size, he must weigh nearly two hundred pounds.

Yet Fang Yuan gripped his feet firmly, exerted force, and lifted him straight up.

The burly man, suddenly dangling head down, was thoroughly stunned, forgetting even to struggle.

It was just after noon, a little while past lunch. With Fang Yuan flipping him upside down, the man’s gaping mouth snapped shut.

Then Fang Yuan swung him vigorously. The burly man became a weapon in Fang Yuan’s hands, used to batter the others.

Already feeling unwell, the burly man was spun around, and his mouth couldn’t hold—he vomited, wailing.

He could eat well, and Fang Yuan spun him several times, each time eliciting another wave of vomit. None of it went to waste, splattering the others thoroughly.

Finally, worried the man might vomit on him, Fang Yuan quickly tossed him aside with disgust.

“I’ll let you off today. Next time we meet, it won’t be like this,” Fang Yuan said, dusting his hands and walking away.

Only the battered group remained, staring at each other in disbelief.

A true legend.

After the fight, the others were left in pitiful condition, while Fang Yuan, as if nothing had happened, swaggered away from the scene.

“Master, your moves just now were incredible! Do you feel anything different in your body?” Bug’s voice was still loud, excitement undiminished.

“It’s fine. I don’t think I used all my strength. If I weren’t worried about seriously injuring them, I could have hit much harder,” Fang Yuan replied truthfully. Regardless of who sent them, they were not his real enemies. If he accidentally crippled them for life, his conscience would never rest.

Indeed, after the fight, Fang Yuan felt quite pleased.