Fang Heng, the third in command of the Blood Oath Alliance, was known for his volatile temper, but also for his formidable combat prowess.
He possessed a body-tempering martial art, his punches landing like the wind.
"Good!" the members of the Blood Oath Alliance cheered loudly for Fang Heng, witnessing the scene.
It seemed as though, in the next moment, they would see Yang Feilong sent flying.
Yang Feilong, facing Fang Heng's furious charge, wore a faint smile. His movements were elusive, instantly dodging the latter's thunderous strike.
But as Fang Heng lashed out with a kick, Yang Feilong slid his feet, once again evading the powerful blow.
"Kid, do you only know how to dodge?" Fang Heng's voice was icy.
"Only dodge? Heh, if you want to end this quickly, I'll oblige you!" Yang Feilong's voice rang out. The next moment, his figure turned incredibly sharp.
As Fang Heng threw another punch, Yang Feilong condensed his five fingers into a fist and unleashed his own.
"Now that's more like it! But to dare to go toe-to-toe with me, you're asking for death!" Fang Heng's eyes blazed with arrogance.
*Bang!*
A deafening sound.
Fang Heng's confident smile froze, his lips twitching slightly.
It hurt, his bones might be fractured.
He desperately wanted to cry out, but he had to endure, absolutely had to. So many brothers were watching him. If he cried out in pain, what authority would he have in the alliance?
Fang Heng, ever proud, enduring the excruciating pain of his potentially fractured fist, made the decision to launch a counter-attack in an instant.
*Boom!*
Another punch aimed at Yang Feilong's head.
Yang Feilong's eyes flickered, appearing somewhat surprised. This was a true man. His bones were likely fractured by Yang Feilong's punch, yet he could still force an attack despite the pain?
Either the man had incredible endurance, or his pain receptors were faulty.
But Yang Feilong believed the latter was unlikely, otherwise, that arrogant smile wouldn't have persisted.
Since you have such strong endurance, let's see how far you can push it!
*Bang bang bang!*
With a series of thunderous blows, they exchanged dozens of punches in a very short period, the impact resounding with each strike, astonishing all who witnessed it.
"This Yang Feilong is quite capable. No wonder the boss wanted to recruit him. He's exchanged so many blows with our third in command, a formidable fighter, without even a furrow in his brow! Truly impressive!"
"But he's still too arrogant. He actually wants to be our leader. With this kind of strength, aspiring to be our leader is a pipe dream!"
"Exactly. We have four members as powerful as third brother, not to mention our most formidable boss!"
"......"
Hearing the murmurs of the alliance members, third brother Fang Heng felt a surge of frustration.
It was for no other reason than this.
Others were unaware of his condition, but he himself knew. His fists and legs were likely fractured in multiple places. He was currently holding on purely through sheer willpower. Yet, even with this immense effort, he was reaching his limit. In contrast, his opponent remained as composed as he was at the beginning.
He knew the gap between them was significant. This person was likely on par with their boss.
And he was so young, with so much room for growth.
They were nowhere near as powerful as Yang Feilong was in their youth.
*Bang!*
Due to the immense pain he was suppressing, his mind momentarily faltered, and he was struck by Yang Feilong, sent flying backward.
"Third Brother!"
"Old Third!"
A chorus of exclamations erupted. They hadn't expected Fang Heng, who had been fighting Yang Feilong on even terms moments before, to be suddenly sent flying.
Lei Tao's expression also turned grim.
At this moment, he too hadn't expected his third brother to be no match for Yang Feilong!
"Boss, I can still fight!" Fang Heng staggered to his feet, forcing a weak smile for Lei Tao.
"Are you sure you can still fight?" Yang Feilong glanced at Fang Heng with a half-smile.
"You..." Fang Heng's lips twitched as he met Yang Feilong's gaze.
"If you can't endure it, then don't!" Yang Feilong chuckled, "You've already been very strong!"
At these words, everyone couldn't help but look at Fang Heng.
"Damn it..." Seeing everyone's eyes on him, his expression twisted grotesquely.
*Snap!*
At that very moment, Yang Feilong snapped his fingers.
"Ah! It hurts so much! Ahhhhhh, woo woo woo~~~" The snapping of the fingers seemed to act as a signal. The previously unyielding Fang Heng could no longer hold back, letting out a heart-wrenching howl. Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed uncontrollably, as if he had been brutally tortured. It was a sight that brought tears to the eyes and sorrow to the heart.
At that moment, all the members of the Blood Oath Alliance were stunned.
What was happening?
Why was he suddenly wailing in such agony?
They stared at Fang Heng, dumbfounded. How could their usually stoic third in command transform like this with a mere snap of fingers?
In truth, it wasn't just about the snap of fingers.
This Fang Heng was strong, one of the strongest opponents he had encountered. Though not a special forces soldier, he seemed to have practiced a body-tempering art, no weaker than Li Lao whom he had dealt with not long ago. However, Yang Feilong was now immensely more powerful than he was then. At that time, he was only at the peak of the second stage of Qi Condensation. But now, he had reached the early third stage of Qi Condensation. Although it seemed like a small difference, the actual gap was enormous.
Putting aside the profound change in the quality of his true qi, his physical body had also become much stronger after being tempered by the true qi of the third stage.
Thus, when he clashed head-on with Fang Heng, who practiced body-tempering arts, it was a complete annihilation. Fang Heng had been able to last this long purely through sheer willpower. Not long after their exchange began, Fang Heng had actually suffered severe injuries, with countless bones fractured.
Yang Feilong, although he hadn't fully unleashed his true qi, found that after breaking through to the early third stage of Qi Condensation, he couldn't completely suppress it. Therefore, during his clashes with Fang Heng, a trace of true qi would enter Fang Heng's body with each strike, lurking near the fractured bones.
And Yang Feilong's snap of fingers directly detonated those stray true qi that had entered Fang Heng's body.
If this true qi wasn't detonated, it would have been gradually worn away by blood energy and other forces over time.
But during this process, it would have been difficult for Fang Heng's bones to heal. After all, true qi was destructive. Unless Yang Feilong withdrew the destructive energy and only used its healing properties, and Fang Heng was an enemy, how could he possibly help him?
With this detonation, the pain that Fang Heng could barely endure was instantly magnified more than tenfold.
It was no wonder Fang Heng couldn't hold on any longer!
And it was precisely for this reason that everyone was bewildered.
Fang Heng, their third in command, a man who had always stood tall and proud, was actually brought to tears by an opponent, weeping inconsolably.