"Han Zheng spoke with no intent of settling anything less than life or death, that fierce evil Qi lunging straight for the face.
Fang Tingwei, too, had been tempered in the Martial World.
In fact, for major sects like Washing Sword Pavilion, true disciples could be coddled like flowers in a greenhouse during the early stages, but in the late stages, they must endure the trials of the Martial World and withstand fights to the death.
But even with all the trials Fang Tingwei had undergone, he was no match for Han Zheng, who was with the Demon Cleansing Bureau – always in battle or on the way to one.
Moreover, Fang Tingwei had no intention to truly fight Han Zheng to the death.
He stood up for Yue Jingtong firstly because Yue Jingtong had previously shown him great respect, and he was genuinely outraged at Han Zheng for killing a disciple who had been so respectful to him.
Secondly, because he had declared in front of other disciples at Washing Sword Pavilion that, had he been there, this matter would not have been left unsettled, thus showcasing his sense of honor.
Now, with Yue Jingtong's killer right before his eyes, Fang Tingwei felt compelled to make a statent, or it might affect his established reputation.
What he hadn't expected was for Han Zheng to be so ruthless, coming straight on with a will to make it a fight to the death.
Fang Tingwei was silent for a mont, then snorted coldly, "To fight to the death is not necessary, after all, you are a Commander of the Demon Cleansing Bureau. Killing you would affect the relationship between our sect and the Demon Departnt.
But even if I don't kill you, I'll still teach you a lesson and seek justice for disciple Yue!"
Han Zheng sneered with disdain, now having a asure of what sort of man Fang Tingwei was.
Full of scheming for his own benefit, yet he lacked the most important sharpness of a martial artist.
If he had dared to face Han Zheng in a life-or-death battle today, just for the sake of standing up for Yue Jingtong, it would have been brainless, but that spirit would have earned Han Zheng's threefold respect.
The fact that he didn't even have the guts to fight to the death with Han Zheng, yet still dared to be loud here, now seed sowhat ludicrous.
"What are you laughing at? Are you too scared to fight?"
Fang Tingwei's eyebrows furrowed imdiately.
Han Zheng burst into laughter as a blood-colored brilliance suddenly flashed around him, and in almost an instant, he appeared right in front of Fang Tingwei!
This sudden change turned Fang Tingwei's complexion drastically.
Though small-minded and full of sches, as the forr senior brother of Washing Sword Pavilion who had Yue Jing seeking his favor, Fang Tingwei's strength and foundation were not to be underestimated.
A series of dazzling sword lights burst in front of him. Fang Tingwei turned into a sword, advancing instead of retreating, unleashing a sudden Sky-Cleaving Sword Light that slashed directly at Han Zheng!
Autumn Water Shocking Swallow had already struck, and in almost an instant, the boundless Blood Slaughter overwheld the senses as if it were about to tear open the Gate of Hell.
The next mont, that powerful Sword Light that seed to cleave open hell was almost instantly destroyed.
Fang Tingwei clutched a Seal Technique, as countless sharp Sword Lights built up around him.
Taiyi Sword Shield, invincible against all thods!
Around Han Zheng, a powerful Qi Blood Power condensed into a Dragon Elephant Sky Chart, boiling and surging Qi blood, bolstered by Divine Power, fell with another slash!
With a resounding clang, the so-called invincible Taiyi Sword Shield shattered in an instant.
The third slash struck, and Fang Tingwei, already madly stirring up his Qi Blood Gang Qi to et Han Zheng, was sent flying by the blow, his face instantly paled.
Mo Tianxing, standing aside, revealed a hint of joy when he saw Han Zheng finally taking action against soone from Washing Sword Pavilion. Even though the reason for the fight seed unrelated to his Asking Sword Manor, the process didn't matter to him; the outco did.
But his smile didn't last long. He saw Fang Tingwei sent flying by Han Zheng's three slashes, utterly defeated without putting up a fight!
Mo Tianxing knew Fang Tingwei, a young and outstanding figure from Washing Sword Pavilion, perhaps the most famous and experienced of his generation.
Was that all?
This wasn't a battle on the sa level!
Those disciples from Washing Sword Pavilion, seeing their usually imposing senior brother being overpowered, also changed their expressions and instinctively took a few steps forward.
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But Su Wuming's hand-held Coiling Dragon Spear was already horizontally in his hand, the cold Evil Qi from the spear tip pointing at the crowd.
"If it is to be a fair fight, then do not interfere. If you wish to gang up, I am ready to oblige!"
Su Wuming's expression was indifferent and calm, his face not even showing the slightest hint of Killing Intent.
But the disciples of Washing Sword Pavilion did not doubt for a second that if they insisted on taking action, the opponent would definitely pierce them through!
And behind them, Ye Liuyun also had his bow drawn and aid at the people of Washing Sword Pavilion, scoffing coldly.
At this mont in the arena, Fang Tingwei was struck by Han Zheng's three sword strikes and sent flying, his face uglier than ever.
He knew it was Han Zheng who had killed Yue Jingtong, but how could the opponent be so powerful?
Had Yue Jingtong taken leave of his senses? To engage in a life-or-death battle with such an opponent was not seeking revenge, but courting death!
But at this point, Fang Tingwei found it hard to back down; he only hoped to lose with a bit of dignity.
"Attacking by stealth, what skill is there in that?"
Fang Tingwei roared, the chilly and sharp Protective Gang Qi around him wildly surging, thousands of sword lights revolving around him. He transford into a sword with his body, his long sword and Sword Qi seeming to rge into one, striking at Han Zheng with a sky-splitting might.
Mo Tianxing, upon seeing Fang Tingwei display their Asking Sword Manor, Mo Family's Taiyi Sword Control Technique, felt indescribably complex.
This was his Asking Sword Manor, Mo Family's Cultivation Technique, now flourishing in the hands of another.
Even Mo Tianxing himself, wielding the Taiyi Sword Control Technique, did not possess even a tenth of Fang Tingwei's power.
Cultivation Techniques are not sothing one can master simply by being given them.
One's own understanding, instructions from elders, and the developnt through generations were all indispensable.
Asking Sword Manor had only the Techniques but had long lost the real foundation to bring the glory of the Taiyi Sword Control Technique.
At this ti, Han Zheng just watched Fang Tingwei's sky-splitting sword strike nonchalantly and shook his head gently.
Fang Tingwei's strength was indeed a bit stronger than Yue Jingtong's, but it was just that, a bit, gained by being older and accumulating ti.
Originally, Han Zheng had killed Yue Jingtong without any effort, let alone now when his strength had already skyrocketed by more than one level.
Putting away the Autumn Water Shocking Swallow, Han Zheng's body was surrounded by terrifyingly surging Qi Blood Power, radiating outwards.
At the sa ti, a blinding golden light exploded around Han Zheng, like a proud sun, dazzling to behold.
Fortified by the True Martial Nine Yang Holy Body, the sword lights around Fang Tingwei clashed against Han Zheng, causing a clanging burst of sound, but they could not even break Han Zheng's Protective Gang Qi.
The next mont, Han Zheng took a step forward, directly facing the sky-splitting sword, and suddenly grasped with both hands the astonishing Sword Qi blade forged from countless radiant Sword Qi.
Trendous force ca surging at him, as the nearly tangible sword blade was crushed to pieces by Han Zheng's raw power, revealing Fang Tingwei's figure and his utterly shocked expression.
Monster!
This Han Zheng was simply a humanoid Demon!
No, even a Demon with a strong physical body would not be able to withstand his Taiyi Sword Control Technique with re brute strength!
At that mont, accompanied by Han Zheng's low shout, augnted by Dragon Elephant Divine Power, the boundless Sword Qi was completely torn asunder by Han Zheng, and even Fang Tingwei's long sword shattered instantly under this supre force!
The next second, Han Zheng's punch ca thundering in, impossible for Fang Tingwei to evade, forcing him to release all his Gang Qi in an attempt to withstand it.
But his Protective Gang Qi, bristling with icy, sharp Sword Qi, was as fragile as paper before Han Zheng's fist and was instantly destroyed.
Accompanied by the crisp sound of bones tearing, Fang Tingwei was sent flying, blood spewing from his mouth.
Han Zheng appeared before Fang Tingwei like a shadow, pinning him under his foot and scoffing, "Such trash dares to stand up for Yue Jing?"
The young disciples of Washing Sword Pavilion, seeing their mighty senior brother defeated by Han Zheng with ease and trampled beneath his feet like a beaten dog, struggled to accept the reality.
Fang Tingwei was arguably the strongest among the younger generation of the Washing Sword Pavilion.
If Fang Tingwei had lost so miserably, didn't it an that the entire younger generation of disciples from the Washing Sword Pavilion was under Han Zheng's foot?
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