Is it... just to take a single palm attack?
Fang Yuâs expression turned subtle.
The intention behind this palm attack must correspond to the time when his sister, Song Xi, was disfigured.
But...
Isnât he underestimating me a bit too much?
Fang Yu pondered that his regular combat strength was considered standard for the Wood Realm, and with the Bone Armor, he was among the top in the same rank.
Where does Song Zhenrongâs confidence come from to think he can disfigure me with just one palm?
"Alright, come on, Iâm willing to take your palm, so what?"
Song Zhenrong seemed taken aback by how easily Fang Yu agreed.
The confidence emanating from within made Song Zhenrongâs face gradually tense.
"Everyone, disperse."
The Foolish Underworld team members obeyed orders and scattered, making space.
"Brother!"
Song Xi evidently didnât want the matter resolved with just one palm strike.
What she wanted was for Fang Yu to die in her pain and torment.
To die in humiliation while begging her on his knees.
Even if one palm strike actually killed Fang Yu, she wouldnât feel satisfied.
Or if it only disfigured Fang Yu and he left safely, she would be even more displeased!
Anyone who had crossed her had met a tragic end, and this person before her could be no exception!
She nearly whined as she shook Song Zhenrongâs arm, but Song Zhenrong only cast an indifferent sidelong glance at her with his deadpan eyes.
"Step back."
Hearing his voice, Song Xi immediately froze.
She knew her brotherâs temper too well. Once he decided, it wasnât something that her whining could change.
Frustrated, she bit her lip and stomped her foot, retreating to the rear.
"Move aside!"
She dominated a good viewing spot; her domineering behavior only made other Foolish Underworld subordinates avoid her.
It seemed that except for her brother, no one could tolerate her bad temper.
Now, at the center of the tavern, only Fang Yu and Song Zhenrong remained.
"Come on."
Fang Yu reached out a hand, signaling to him.
Song Zhenrong frowned slightly.
It wasnât because Fang Yuâs defensive posture was formidable; on the contrary, his stance was full of flaws and seemed utterly casual.
This attitude, this posture, simply showed disregard for him!
Swooshâ
Song Zhenrong raised his right palm.
But he just held it there, motionless.
Just when Fang Yu felt a bit puzzled.
Hiss!!!
Song Zhenrongâs right palm suddenly turned into a searing hot red resembling molten lava, so hot that even from a distance, one could feel the scorching heat waves emanating from his right hand.
"Fiery Flame Palm, capable of melting gold and severing iron, can dissolve anything. I will strike you with this palm. Now, you have five breathsâ time to make your final preparations."
As Song Zhenrongâs words fell, the temperature in the tavern abruptly rose another level.
The current intensity was not yet Song Zhenrongâs limit!
"Itâs the move Song Xi used before..."
Fang Yu looked at his opponentâs red-hot palm, lost in thought.
The siblingsâ martial arts were from the same lineage, but Song Zhenrongâs mastery clearly surpassed Song Xi by far.
Simply from the ever-rising surrounding temperature, one could already understand the weight of this palm attack.
"Three."
The countdown had begun; this guy was genuinely counting down five seconds honestly, giving him time to prepare.
What was that supposed to mean?
So he really looks down on me, huh?
Fang Yu slightly squinted his eyes, and the surface of his facial skin began gradually oozing a white liquid...
"Look! Itâs Captain Songâs Fiery Flame Palm!"
"Heâs actually using this move directly against the guy? I thought Captain Song would go easy, especially since every incident had Song Xi, the Deputy Captain, causing trouble first..."
"Hush! Do not speak of this again. Besides, Captain Song did give that person a chance, but he provoked Captain Song repeatedly, forcing him to use such a deadly move."
"Itâs over, itâs over. I thought it was just to teach a lesson, but it seems itâs going to be fatal again..."
"Captain Songâs Fiery Flame Palm, even top-grade swords melt at its touch. If it lands directly on that guyâs face, it might burn a hole instantly. Better prepare for the aftermath..."
"Wait! Look, that guy is also making a move now!"
"His face is oozing some white stuff... How disgusting, wait! It solidified! What is that stuff, turning into a white mask covering his entire head??"
The Foolish Underworld members had thought their captainâs move was already bizarre enough.
Unexpectedly, the guy opposite, seemingly ordinary, had even stranger moves.
They initially thought he was someone to be instantly defeated by the captainâs move, yet suddenly, they all began expecting something more from that boy?
After all, they were always watching the captain easily solve enemies and demons, sometimes wishing to see what it would be like when the captain fought with his full strength.
Although they entertained such thoughts, none of them actually expected much from Fang Yu.
Because... Captain Song was too strong!
Song Xi, however, watched Fang Yu with a cold sneer.
"Just putting on a show before dying!"
That was Song Xiâs thought, for she had absolute faith in her brother Song Zhenrong.
Her Fiery Flame Palm was inadequately trained, leading to her injury, failing to unleash the power of the palm.
But her brother was different.
In her brotherâs hands, this palmâs power would amplify a hundred, a thousand times!
And this guy was even obediently preparing to take the palm head-on!
To know, if the Fiery Flame Palm missed, it was one thing, but once it connected, it could melt even steel and iron bones on the spot! The extreme high temperatureâs power was entirely unreasonable!