Chapter 38 - 38 38 I'm Not Willing to Accept This!

38: Chapter 38: I’m Not Willing to Accept This! 38: Chapter 38: I’m Not Willing to Accept This! Fang Bai faced situations by following two principles: one was caution, and the other, taking the initiative. Worried about being ambushed by following the two Shaolin Monks out of the city, he decided to take control and have them follow him instead, seeking an isolated spot outside the city to resolve the matter. If the two Shaolin Monks followed him out of the city without hesitation, then everything would be normal. If they hesitated or dared not to follow, then it would suggest they had something to hide, and at that point, Fang Bai definitely would not proceed with the so-called “sparring”. No sooner had he stepped out than the two Shaolin Monks followed suit, their expressions unchanged and without any hesitation. The three, being Martial Artists, were cautious among crowds and simply walked briskly, but once they reached a secluded spot, they immediately quickened their pace, their legs flying. Twenty minutes later, they reached an abandoned construction site outside the city. In Fang Bai’s past life memories, this had been a sports stadium under construction which, for various reasons, had been left unfinished. In the abandoned stadium, some areas were overgrown with weeds reaching half a person’s height, while others were just bare concrete. Fang Bai walked to a cement area the size of a basketball court, slowly turned around, and faced the two Shaolin Monks who had followed. Under the starry sky, with hands clasped behind his back, he stood proudly erect like a javelin. In the eyes of the two Shaolin Monks, he stood tall and immovable, his eyes electric, exuding a formidable presence, almost like a Martial Arts Sect Master. “My disciple Mao Qiangwu said that Fang Bai is likely a Yellow Level Martial Artist, and now it seems, his words were not false! This person, not easy to deal with!” The tall, thin Monk and the short, stout Monk exchanged a glance, their faces showing solemnity. In the eyes of the common folk of Huaxia today, so-called “Martial Arts” are flashy but impractical, failing the test of real combat. However, what they didn’t know was that the true lineage of Huaxia Martial Arts did not lie in the secular world but in the Ancient Martial World. The “Ancient Martial World” refers to the secluded or semi-reclusive Sects and Prominent Clans, where Huaxia Martial Arts have been well preserved. The world is full of formidable figures, with experts as numerous as clouds. Martial Arts Experts from the Ancient Martial World are ranked from strong to weak, categorized into Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow, each divided into four stages: lower, middle, higher, and perfection. The two Shaolin Monks, Wuxing and Wuzhen, were both at the initial stage of Yellow Level. In the eyes of the secular world, they could be regarded as experts, but in the Ancient Martial World, they were merely at the threshold of entering a Sect. As for Wuzhen’s disciple, Mao Qiangwu, who had learned only the surface of Ancient Martial Arts, he couldn’t even be regarded as having touched the threshold, let alone be called a “Martial Artist”. “Are you two coming at me one by one, or together?” Fang Bai was in no mood to waste time on these two Monks; cold light flashing in his eyes, he stepped forward slowly. With his step, a gust stirred, and the wildflowers and weeds before him were swept against the ground as if by a strong wind. Facing him, Wuxing and Wuzhen felt a wave of pressure rushing toward them, making their breathing halt for a moment. This young man’s strength was definitely not just at the initial stage of Yellow Level! Wuxing and Wuzhen’s eyelids twitched and their expressions grew even more somber. “I will be the first to experience Benefactor Fang’s skillful moves!” Wuzhen said in a deep voice, his lean body suddenly soaring like a swallow piercing the clouds, leaping high into the air. Searᴄh the Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Swallow Soars Through Clouds! One of Shaolin Martial Arts’ light movement techniques, comparable in its ingenuity to Wudang Sect’s “Cloud Ladder Leap”. In the air, Wuzhen inverted his body, clenched his fists, and dove down toward Fang Bai with the momentum of a hawk snatching a rabbit. Before the fist arrived, the power of the punch came first, accompanied by a sharp sound of tearing through the air, causing Fang Bai’s dense, black hair to stand on end. Shaolin Arhat Boxing! Wuzhen took action with the ferocious and vigorous Shaolin Arhat Boxing. His punch sliced through the air with a frightening force. Even if Fang Bai’s body were made of bricks and stones, it would still crack and splinter under the impact of his fist. Wuxing stood ten meters away, watching with detached interest. In his view, his fellow disciple Wuzhen had consecutively used the Cloud Ladder Leap and the Arhat Fist, Shaolin’s unique skills, striking with all his might, evidently treating Fang Bai as a formidable enemy and aiming to defeat him with a single blow. But Fang Bai’s body was flesh and blood, certainly not as solid as bricks and stones. If hit by Wuzhen’s fist, at best he might suffer broken tendons and fractured bones, and at worst, he might lose his life on the spot. Although it is virtuous to cherish life as bestowed by the heavens, and Buddhist Sect disciples do not kill lightly, both Wuzhen and Wuxing were also Martial Monks and Martial Artists of the Ancient Martial World. The duels between Martial Artists of the Ancient Martial World are not like those of “Martial Arts Experts” in the mundane world who stop at the first touch. Their punches and kicks are so powerful that injury and disability are very common, and death is often inevitable. Life or death; it all comes down to one’s own abilities. That is the rule of the Ancient Martial World that true Martial Artists all understand. From his higher position, Wuzhen sent his fist plunging from the sky, the force of his punch firmly targeting Fang Bai, who seemed to have no other method but to meet force with force. Wuxing mentally chanted a Buddha name, pressed his palms together, ready to recite scriptures for Fang Bai’s soul’s passage. “A trivial technique!” Fang Bai scoffed coldly, throwing a punch upwards to meet Wuzhen’s. His punch appeared effortless, as if he were simply brushing away dust from his body. Thud! A muffled sound erupted as their fists collided in midair, their strength bursting forth from their fists simultaneously. Fang Bai stood unshaken, as steadfast as a mountain. Wuzhen, however, flipped backward in the air and landed several meters away, retreating seven or eight steps before managing to brace himself and stand firm. He stood upright, his eyes wide with shock, his face flushed red, standing tall like an enraged Arhat. “What’s the point of forcing yourself like this?” Fang Bai sneered. “You’ve been shaken internally by my punch. If you don’t sit down and recuperate now, you might very well lose your life.” Splat— At the fall of Fang Bai’s words, Wuzhen spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His body swayed, and his complexion turned sallow. “Elder brother!” Wuxing was taken aback. He rushed to Wuzhen’s side, reached out to support him, and helped him sit down cross-legged on the ground. “It’s your turn now.” Fang Bai had defeated Wuzhen with a single punch, treating it as if it were a trivial matter, showing no sign of pride on his face as his gaze shifted to Wuxing. Wuxing clenched his fists tight and suddenly turned to face Fang Bai, his eyes blazing with anger. “Junior brother, you’re no match for him. Let it go!” Wuzhen spoke weakly, then gazed deeply at Fang Bai, his eyes filled with a trace of respect. Respect for Fang Bai, who, despite his young age, possessed such formidable strength. Fear that if Fang Bai were ruthless, both he and his junior brother might not escape their fate. “Elder brother, I won’t be satisfied until I fight!” Wuzhen’s advice evidently had no effect, as Wuxing shouted, his body darting toward Fang Bai like a cheetah. Though his legs were short and thick and his figure stocky, his speed was astonishingly fast, a vague shadow cutting through the night, reaching Fang Bai in a blink of an eye.