Chapter 88: The Flying Knife

Chapter 88: Chapter 88: The Flying Knife"Who I am doesn’t concern you. I came here on someone’s behalf to cripple your hands and feet," Fang Bai’s so-called "on someone’s behalf" was purely fabricated by him, intending to lead the disaster eastward and frame someone else. In the underworld of Zhongzhou, there were three major forces at odds with each other, constant conflicts erupting amongst them. Fang Bai planned to cripple the Hungry Wolf and then slip away. When he did, the Hungry Wolf Group would surely suspect the other two forces, leaving them to fight like dogs. No sooner had he finished speaking than the bald man grabbed a beer bottle from the table in front of him and charged, smashing it towards Fang Bai’s head with ferocity. The bald man was also one of the ruthless characters within the Hungry Wolf Group, second only to Tu Fu, a fierce fighter. Though now over forty and not as powerful as in his prime, when enraged he remained unstoppable, The bald man moved quickly, but unfortunately for him, Fang Bai’s fist connected solidly with his nose before the beer bottle could touch his head. Bang— The muscular body of the bald man flew backward, crashing into a large television behind him and shattering the screen into pieces. He was knocked out on the spot. Blood continued to seep out from his nose and mouth in a terrifying sight. The commotion over by the sofa alerted the Hungry Wolf Group members who were drinking and gambling nearby, and more than thirty of them quickly surrounded the area. "Boss, what happened to the Baldy?" Someone shouted in alarm upon seeing the bald man’s bloodied face, unconscious. "Baldy’s been wiped out by this guy!" A man wearing glasses next to Hungry Wolf shrieked, pointing at Fang Bai, "This guy came out of nowhere, ****, claiming he’s going to cripple our boss’s hands and feet. Brothers, what do we do?" The golden hall, the headquarters of the Hungry Wolf Group, had been silently infiltrated by the man wearing a Ghost-Faced Mask. In the eyes of the high-ranking members of the Hungry Wolf Group, this was an utmost disrespect and a blatant provocation. This was something they couldn’t tolerate. "Kill him!" The thirty-some people surrounding Fang Bai glared viciously, some already brandishing machetes and daggers, howling as they charged at Fang Bai. The eyes of Hungry Wolf showed a brutal and bloodthirsty glow, his right hand tightly gripping the hilt of his throwing knife. Hungry Wolf was well aware that anyone who could sneak in here so stealthily must be skilled. Dealing with such a person, one could not afford to be careless. The thirty-plus members in the hall were all high-level and mid-level bosses of the Hungry Wolf Group, each one ferocious, and the strength of over a dozen of them was not much inferior to Tu Fu. Hungry Wolf believed that if these men surged forward, even if Fang Bai were a real Ancient Martial Cultivator, he would struggle to cope for the moment. And as soon as Fang Bai showed the slightest flaw, his dagger would strike. Hungry Wolf had immense confidence in his dagger-throwing skills. It was said that Li Xunhuan’s Flying Dagger never missed, always lethal. He believed he could do the same. The reason he hadn’t struck earlier was that Fang Bai stood motionless, without a single vulnerability to exploit. But as soon as his thirty or so subordinates began their assault, Fang Bai would have to divert his attention to deal with them. The moment his focus wavered, he would surely reveal a flaw. Then, the dagger in Hungry Wolf’s hand would fly. Hungry Wolf never drew his blade lightly, but once he did, it aimed to seal the throat. Suddenly— A machete, glinting with a cold light, sliced through the air with a piercing whistle, viciously chopping towards the shoulder and back on Fang Bai’s right side. As the blade was about to fall on Fang Bai, Fang Bai’s body suddenly sprang to life. His knees bent, his back slightly arched, he abruptly pushed off the ground with his feet and shot backward like a cannonball, slamming straight into the embrace of the burly man who had swung his sword at Fang Bai’s back. S~eaʀᴄh the novёlF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The burly man felt as though his chest had been ferociously struck by a thousand-pound sledgehammer, his body of over a hundred pounds flew backward for two zhang, blood violently spurting from his mouth mid-air. Several members of the Hungry Wolf Group had no time to dodge and were knocked down by the flying body of the burly man, crying out in pain as arms and legs were broken. Fang Bai’s movements were too fast; he completed his attack in a flash, then his defense once again became impregnable. By the time the Hungry Wolf realized Fang Bai was making an attacking move and was ready to throw his own flying dagger, he found that the opportunity had already passed. This indicated that Fang Bai’s actions were faster than his brain’s reaction speed. "This uninvited guest wearing a mask, his strength is unimaginably powerful!" Seeing Fang Bai unleash a strike similar to "Pressing Block" with such speed, the Hungry Wolf felt somewhat incredulous and began to reassess this opponent’s strength. Just a moment earlier, the Hungry Wolf was confident and believed he could kill Fang Bai with one strike or at the very least inflict serious damage. But now, the Hungry Wolf merely hoped his flying daggers could cause some injury to Fang Bai so that his thirty-odd subordinates could join forces to surround and possibly kill Fang Bai. "Kill you!" Fang Bai’s knocking away of the burly man did not deter the other members of the Hungry Wolf Group; two of them, one to the left and one to the right, brandished their cleavers and lunged forward with even greater ferocity. Fang Bai’s figure leapt several feet into the air, and with his legs in a lateral split mid-air, he kicked the two attackers away. The opportunity was here! The Hungry Wolf’s eyes brightened as he watched Fang Bai, who was in the air and about to land, and decisively swung his right arm. Whoosh— The flying dagger in the palm of the Hungry Wolf shot out as a white flash, aiming straight for Fang Bai’s throat. The distance between the two was only three zhang, and with the Hungry Wolf’s flying dagger’s incredible speed, it was extremely difficult for Fang Bai, still in mid-air, to dodge this lethal strike. As the Hungry Wolf’s flying dagger left his hand, a cruel smile appeared on his lips, as if he had already seen the scene of Fang Bai collapsing to the ground dead, with the dagger in his throat, an expression of despair, agony, and unwillingness on his face. Ting— A light sound rang out, the high-speed flying dagger seemed to encounter some obstruction in mid-air, pausing momentarily before falling to the ground. The smile on the Hungry Wolf’s face froze instantly. He widened his eyes, staring at the fallen flying dagger on the ground, his expression turning extremely odd. Next to his flying dagger on the ground, he actually saw an embroidery needle. Was it this inch-long embroidery needle that had knocked down his flying dagger? The Hungry Wolf’s thoughts became somewhat muddled. As his flying dagger traveled through the air aimed at Fang Bai, and for Fang Bai’s embroidery needle to knock it down, it had to collide with the dagger. This scenario was no different than a needle’s tip meeting the point of a wheat stalk. This was certainly not merely a matter of luck, but required exceedingly terrifying vision, hearing, and a keen judgment to capture the flying dagger’s trajectory, then with superb skill and tremendous wrist strength to shoot out the embroidery needle, ensuring the success of intercepting the flying dagger. The Hungry Wolf had seen many martial artists in his life, but he swore that among all the martial artists he had encountered, not a single one could easily do what Fang Bai did. In other words, Fang Bai’s strength had already surpassed that of ordinary martial artists.