The Domination Of Martial Spirit Chapter 11: Seek For Court

Proofread by Nie Qiao

In a familiar room, Yuan Feng sits upright before a window and tastes the sake in the gla.s.s, relishing the tranquility of this moment.

Yuan Feng used to favour this lifestyle. It's fairly satisfying when tasting wine and watching the pedestrians outside through the window.

"The liquor in this world is so tasty. The former childe Yuan seems to have quite enjoyed himself."

He shakes the jade-made cup and sighs. The former childe Yuan either abandoned himself to depression and grumble or chased the second daughter of Yun clan all around. The time he spent on cultivation was fairly little. If he had committed himself to cultivation rather than remorse and indulgence, perhaps he would not have been stuck in the second level. After all, diligence is much more important than apt.i.tude. Take the instance of a super genius, if he doesn't exert any effort to cultivate, then he will be nothing.

"The fall hunt will be around the corner a couple of days later. From father's words, it can be concluded that the martial-spirit warrior of clan Fang has returned. If I am right, that person is supposed to be FangLi's brother. It is unknown to me whether Fang Li will come to his brother for revenge."

Previously, when walking on the road, he occasionally heard someone discuss that matter. He knows it very clearly that Fang Li definitely will find ways to revenge based on the fact that he was humiliated to such a miserable extent. Although Fang Li will not care about that, Fang Yu, the genius of clan Fang, with black tiger martial spirit, will not let it go. So he should be quite prudent, although he has progressed. Especially, Fang Yu has been renowned for a long period of time. It has been four years since he engaged in YunXiao sect. And it's reputed that Fang Yu has become a warrior in level-six NingYuan Realm. The average level-six warrior can't compete with him, a warrior with martial spirit.

"Hey hey, it doesn't matter whether he is a level-five warrior or level-six warrior. Based on my excellent command of the Footwork of the Flying Dragon, even the distinguished level-six warrior can't compete with me."

He raises the curve of his mouth, without showing great concerns. It's so said that the better skills one has, the greater courage he has. He knows his competence, or he will not come out at this time.

He fills the cup once again and clears all his thoughts, enjoying himself. Previously, he amused himself through drinking. That was to waste time. Now, he is eligible to relish drinking pleasure.

"Get out, b.a.s.t.a.r.d of clan Yuan."

However, Yuan Feng's nerve will not be so easily eased. Before he drinks up the second cup, the familiar shouting carries in, interrupting his carefree mood.

"Er, it really lingers all the time."

When hearing the familiar howl, Yuan Feng raises his lip. He is so acquainted with this sound. It can't be someone else but Fang Li.

"Oh, so swiftly. It appears that this childe Fang is always observing my track." With a gentle smile, he doesn't worry at all. And he fills the cup again as if he didn't hear the noise outside, only intent on drinking.

"Bang bang bang."

The bustles are mixed with footsteps and approach him gradually. His cultivation has granted him an acute hearing and eyesight so that he can identify merely from the footsteps that there are only two persons, one of whom is Fang Li, the other he also knows.

"Bang." The door of the majestic room is kicked open and there emerge two young figures before them.

"Surely enough!" He raises his head and really recognizes the two faces. One of them is sure to be Fang Li and the other is Fang Yu who is the second childe of clan Fang and the sole martial-spirit warrior in Mukden county.

"Ha ha ha, c.r.a.p Feng, I eventually catch you."

Before Yuan Feng utters, Fang Li dashes into the room and his shrill voice instantly permeates the room.

He doesn't look at Fang Li directly. Instead, he casts his glance toward the rear where a young man aged seemingly less than twenty years old follows Fang with an indifferent countenance. Coincidentally, he exactly looks in the same direction.

"It definitely proves him to be the sole martial-spirit warrior in Mukden county, the pupil of YunXiao sect. His temperament is really singular!"

Yuan Feng's impression of Fang Yu still remains the same as their previous encounter several years ago. However, Fang Yu didn't join the YunXiao sect and Yuan Feng didn't see him personally at that time. So he only had a shallow impression of him.

At this moment, facing this well known young person, he also has to acclaim him secretly.

"Ho ho, I'm so lucky today. With the intention to drink outside, I should meet the second childe of clan Fang here. If you don't dislike these bland dishes, please seat yourself to drink here." He remians on the stool and grins toward Fang Yu. What's the a.s.set of martial-spirit warrior? What's the a.s.set of the pupil of YunXiao sect? So average!

n.o.body can eradicate his aversion to whom he dislikes.

"Ah, the c.r.a.p of clan Yuan, you're so arrogant."

Before Fang Yu utters any word, Fang Li can't bear it at first.

From the moment he walks into the room, Yuan Feng has never darted any glance at him. This is a total ignorance of him. Wherever he walks, he will be the central figure. By contrast, now he is neglected by a person.   Such a huge difference can absolutely overwhelm him.

"My little brother!"

Eyeing Fang Li's fury is elicited, Fang Yu stands up and waves his hand toward him. He walks directly to the front of Fang Li and carefully scans Yuan Feng at the back of the table.

Honestly, it never occurs to him that the third childe of clan Yuan always called a c.r.a.p by others is of such aggressive air. c.r.a.p? It's so ridiculous. Are there many people in Mukden county who can be so talkative without any sense of fear in his presence?"

If such kind of person is regarded as a c.r.a.p, then all the whole people in Mukden county are all c.r.a.ps.

"Ho ho, the third childe of clan Yuan, it seems that the rumour can't be easily trusted." He smiles and puts out his right hand slowly, "I only perform three moves, if you can escape it or stand it, all the debts can be cleared. How come?"

"Three moves? You really think highly of me." Hearing Fang Yu's suggestion, Yuan Feng raises his lip, "Now that you've said like this, I'm sure to accept it. Please!"

With such words, he lays down the cup and stands up idly.

Having heard that Fang Yu is a singular rare genius in Mukden county, he desires to check his methods.

Cultivation is not to only focus on the training but to really experience some matters. To burden yourself and interact with those stronger than you can boost your progress.

"Right, so ambitious!"

Fang Yu reveals smile on his face. Initially, he really worries that Yuan Feng will not accept it. Now, it seems that he is exactly full of confidence like the old saying goes, "Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers".

"Yyou should be cautious!" Raising his lip, Fang Yu's eyes radiate a sense of slight gloom. Although this is the first time that he has interacted with Yuan Feng, he has already sensed that this Yuan Feng before him is not so easy to conquer. At least, he is far better than his brother, Fang Li. There remains such sort of potential threat. How could he let it go?

"Bang."

Fang Yu stamps his feet and thrusts outwards. By virtue of the strength of this stamp, his figure like an arrow directs to YuanFeng.

"So fast."

He narrows his eyes and retrieves his contempt. The sole martial-spirit warrior in Mukden county or the pupil of YunXiao sect really deserves this honor.

"Ha ha, such kind of speed really displays his contempt for me!"

It's evident that Fang Yu doesn't exert all his strength. Yuan Feng knows it very clearly that if Fang Yu conducts all his force based on his true strength, his velocity is far beyond this.

"Rise up!"

There isn't sufficient time for him to ponder over it. Fang Yu's frame has approached and the pan-size fist is aiming at him. Seeing this, he violently stamps his feet, thrusting the table into air.

"Bang."

Fang Yu's fist smashes onto the table and the stiff table in sandal wood instantly shatters. So this move of his is compelled to halt.

"Ha ha, the first move."

He tiptoes and backs for several steps, falling into the confrontation with Fang Yu.

Impetus derives from stress. If I yearn for making a breakthrough, I've to compete with masters. Una.s.sailably, Fang Yu is an excellent opponent.

"Hum."

Fang Yu groans furiously and his countenance turns more gloomy. It's totally beyond his imagination that Yuan Feng's reaction is so swift and his motion is fairly decisive as if he were an experienced master. Such a seemingly simple kick is an integration of opportunity and physical strength. And also he has to acclaim the ingenious elements.

"There should have existed such a figure in Mukden county. If so, you should disappear from this world!" Uttering to himself, he comes to the conclusion. The more extraordinarily Yuan Feng behaves, the less concessions he should make.

"Floating cloud palm."

Following the first move, Fang Yu merely takes a rest and instantly moves his body again. This time, obviously, he exhibits his true strength. With his palm shaking, his arm rightly becomes spotless and bright.

"Can't stand up to him"

Yuan Feng raises his eyebrows and perceives the wide gap etched between him and Fang Yu as soon as Fang Yu produces his power. Apparently, it's not judicial for him to fight recklessly against his opponent. If he longs to tangle with Fang Yu, he must give full play to his advantages.

"The footwork of the Flying Dragon!"

Velocity is the most obvious advantage for him when compared with Fang Yu. Although Yuan Feng has successfully cultivated the seventh move of Jingang Fist, he still believes that Fang Yu's comprehension of martial skills isn't inferior to his based on his long period of time of cultivation.

"Poof."

Fang Yu's palm is of appalling force. Preceding its reach, the blast of wind created from the fiction between palm and air is approaching and blasting.

"The footwork of the Flying Dragon, to stroll idly in a courtyard."

Yuan Feng reacts solemnly fast. Sensing the wind's coming, he tiptoes and transforms into a b.u.t.terfly, successfully escaping Fang Yu's palm.

"Jingang Fist."

Instantly eluding Fang Yu's attack, Yuan Feng gazes and his figure directly arrives at Fang Yu's side. Then he starts to run Qi and pushes his well prepared fist toward Fang Yu's face, very ferociously.

Although he has promised to take three moves from Fang Yu, he didn't say attack is not allowed. Defense? Defense is futile when competing with a person whose strength is much more advanced. Active a.s.sault is the best defense.

"Er?"

Fang Yu's countenance falls. It's totally beyond his imagination that Yuan Feng's figure methods are so exquisite. Obviously, he has mastered an excellent section of figure methods and martial skills he has never possessed.

What astonishes him much more is Yuan Feng's active attack. Time is so limited that he can't think of it more. He can feel the force of this fist is not tiny. If he is. .h.i.t by it, he will feel wretched. Hastily, he has to retrieve his palm to defend this fist. By doing so, the former force has gone and the new force isn't produced. He can't exert much strength.

"Bang."

Fist crashes with palm. Yuan Feng directly returns flying back while Fang Yu, unprepared, also withdraws several steps.