Chapter Forty-Eight: Don't You Dare Hide!

d sword at his waist, walking alone on the street.His posture was normal, though covered in a layer of yellow sand, one could still see that his expression was serious, as if he were about to accompli...All the way, Liu Fat was still trying to dissuade Fang Yu.

Fang Yu ignored him, and the two eventually arrived at the martial arts association activity room on the first floor.

In the activity room, over a dozen students in martial arts uniforms were sitting on the ground, attentively listening to a tall, bald young man explaining the movements standing before them.

"He... is Han Zixian." Liu Fatty said to Fang Yu.

Fang Yu looked at Han Zi Xian, squinting slightly.

And Han Zixian also noticed Liu Fatty and Fang Yu at the door.

A playful smile appeared on Han Zixian's face.

“Today, we won't continue the lecture. I will personally conduct a live demonstration later, allowing everyone to learn up close.” Han Zixian said to the dozen or so association members sitting before him.

Having said that, Han Zixian walked towards the door and stopped in front of Fang Yu.

"You're Fang Yu, aren't you" Han Zixian sized Fang Yu up and down, his eyes filled with disdain.

A congenital five-segment martial artist wouldn't amount to anything in front of him.

"I heard you were looking for me," Fang Yu said.

Han Zi Xian looked at Fang Yu, narrowed his eyes slightly, and sneered: "I only recently learned that He Donglin transferred schools because he was injured by you. As his good friend, I help him get revenge, shouldn't it be normal"

"That's normal," Fang Yu nodded and said, "But you should have come to me directly instead of taking action against Liu Dong."

Han Zi Xian's eyes were instantly filled with malice, and he said in a cold voice: "Didn't you also touch my brother I'm just returning the favor."

Han Zi Xian's mood has been very low recently. His father was seriously injured after accepting a commission and is currently in the intensive care unit of the hospital.

Seeing his father lying weak on the hospital bed, Han Zi Xian just wanted to repay his father.

Hate him he did, but he also knew that the person who could beat his father, a Half-Step Grandmaster, to such a state was someone he couldn't possibly provoke.

So, Hanzi Xian's heart filled with anger and resentment, unable to vent.

Yesterday, he called He Donglin and found out that He Donglin had been beaten up by Fang Yu and was forced to transfer schools.

"Who did it" asked Han Zi Xian.

"It's Fang Yu! Fang Yu from Class 2, Grade 3! Zi Xian ge, if you consider me your brother, then help me get revenge!" He Donglin said in a deep voice.

"Why didn't you tell me about this sooner You didn't need to transfer schools, I would have taken care of Fang Yu myself," Han Zixian said.

“It was my father who made me transfer schools, and he also warned me not to bother Fang Yu again… But the more I think about it, the worse I feel, the more suffocated I am. I can’t swallow this anger! I dream of revenge on that bastard Fang Yu!” He Donglin said resentfully.

"Don't worry, Donglin, I've been looking for someone to vent on lately. As for Fang Yu, I'll take care of him for you. I'll even make him kneel down and apologize to you. Just wait for my message." Han Zixian said coldly.

At this moment, looking at Fang Yu before him, Han Zi Xian's eyes grew colder and colder.

Today, he must help He Donglin get revenge!

"Fang Yu, since you dare to come here, it means you accept my challenge. We'll have a fair fight on the stage. You won't be afraid, will you" Han Zi Xian said with cold eyes.

In the activity room, a platform was built for sparring. The Sanda Association's daily practical training sessions are conducted on this platform.

At this time, the students from Class Two who came to watch the commotion had all arrived and just heard what Han Zixian said.

Everyone looked at Fang Yu, waiting to see what he would do.

I cannot accept Han Zixian's proposal.

"Good." Fang Yu nodded.

Actually agreed!

Behind them, the group of students first showed surprise, then a hint of amusement.

Fang Yu is truly oblivious to the danger, facing Han Zi Xian!

Han Zi Xian is the young master of Han Family Martial Arts Hall, a martial artist at the seventh level of Innate Realm. He is incredibly strong.

Moreover, Han Zi Xian is a practitioner of sanda, the ring is his most familiar place and also his stage.

Fang Yu dared to stand up, which was equivalent to seeking death!

“Fang Yu…” Liu Fatty’s face turned pale, and he pulled on Fang Yu’s arm.

"Haha, Liu Dong, you seem to be very afraid. Don't worry, Fang Yu is here today, I will beat him up if I want to, I won't beat you again." Han Zixian sneered with a smile.

Fang Yu walked straight forward and said, "Get on the stage quickly, I'm in a hurry."

Han Zi Xian didn't expect Fang Yu to be so calm and collected, even urging him to get on the stage. The smile on his face froze.

But then, his eyes became increasingly cruel.

To dare act like this in front of Laozi Wait and see, I'll show you what a gap in power is!

Two people walked onto the stage in full view of everyone.

"President, you can do it! Beat this kid down!"

"President, you're the best..."

There were a dozen or so association members in the audience, half of them boys and half of them girls.

At this time, they all cheered loudly for Han Zixian.

Especially the girls, looking at Han Zi Xian, their eyes were full of admiration.

They joined the Sanda Association just to get closer to Han Zixian, who is tall, handsome and good at fighting.

"Hánzǐxián, come on!"

Among the students from other classes who came to watch the commotion, a male student took the lead and shouted.

Then, all the students in Class 2 followed suit and started shouting as well.

"Hanzi Xian, 加油!"

Take Fang Yu down!

Cheers filled the entire activity room, with everyone standing behind Han Zixian.

"It seems like a lot of people dislike you," Kanzi Xian said with a sarcastic look in his eyes.

Fang Yu didn't speak, arms crossed, standing on the stage.

"To become someone people can't stand being around, that's a real failure." Han Zixian shook his head and sighed dramatically.

Fang Yu frowned slightly and said, "You talk a lot."

"I said these things beforehand because I was afraid you might faint later and wouldn't be able to hear them," Han Zi Xian said with a smile.

Fang Yu was getting a little impatient.

"If you don't take your hands out, you won't have a chance later." Han Zixian said coldly, seeing Fang Yu still keeping his hands behind his back.

“I don’t need to use my hands to fight you.” Fang Yu replied calmly.

As soon as the words were spoken, a wave of astonishment rippled through the room.

Fan Yu is too arrogant, isn't he

The opponent is Han Zi Xian, he actually said he doesn't need to use his hands

This is no longer arrogance, this is foolishness!

The consequences of trying too hard to act cool are that you anger Han Zixian and get beaten even worse!

As expected, when he heard this, a cold smile replaced the warmth on Han Zi Xian's face, one that oozed with murderous intent!

As the young master of the Jiang family martial arts hall, a rising star in Jiang Hai City's martial arts world, he had never been challenged like this before!

Today, if he doesn't beat Fang Yu into begging for mercy, he will never give up!

"Fang Yu, you are courting death!" As soon as the words left his mouth, Han Zixian sprang into action.

Cheers erupted in the room.

"Kill him! Kill that arrogant bastard!"

Jiang Yue stood in the crowd, looking at Fang Yu on the stage, her eyes cold.

As long as Hanzi can defeat Fang Yu, she has a way to save...

Return to her father's position.

Because Han Zixian had once pursued her, but she had rejected him.

At that time, she didn't think much of Han Zi Xian, a martial arts enthusiast. She only wanted to date rich second-generation men, so she chose He Dong Lin.

But now she understood, fists were the real deal.

……

On the platform, Han Zi Xian had already come to Fang Yu's front and was quickly punching at Fang Yu.

The Han family's fist style is quite renowned in the martial arts world, characterized by its speed, precision, and ferocity.

While others can land one punch, the Cold Family Fist Style can deliver three in the same amount of time, with no loss in power.

At this age, Han Zixian was basically unbeatable in Jianghai City, relying on this signature move.

"Hmph, hmph, hmph..."

A fierce wind of punches rang through the air.

Facing Han Zixian's punch, Fang Yu dodged it effortlessly with his hands behind his back.

He dodged with a small range of motion, but each time he avoided Kanzai's punches perfectly.

Hanzi Xian could throw three punches in a second, but he couldn't even touch Fang Yu's clothes!

He threw over a dozen punches in a row, but still didn't hit Fang Yu. Han Zi Xian's expression changed slightly, feeling a bit strange.

Thus, Han Zixian gritted his teeth and launched another full-powered punch!

This punch is even faster than before!

But Fang Yu, as if he could predict Han Zixian's every punch, effortlessly dodged Han Zixian's blows with a slight shift of his body.

"Damn it, hiding all the time doesn't count as skill. If you have any guts, just make a move!" A member of the association shouted from below.

"That's right! To fight on the stage with honor, yet only dodge, that's not a man!" A female member also shouted.

"Fang Yu, if you have the guts, don't hide! Face Han Zixian head-on!" The students watching from behind also shouted.

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