A cold river wind blew past.
Fang Yang stood with his hands behind his back, his black robes fluttering. He exuded the air of a Grandmaster, startling everyone present.
As for Qing Mang, his composure had completely shattered.
'Why? Why did it have to be like this again?'
'No matter how you looked at it, he, Qing Mang, was the one with the superior strength on paper.'
'So why, just why, could this Fang Yang always manage to turn the tables on him?'
"AHHHH!" Qing Mang roared at the sky, looking like a madman.
He was overcome with unwillingness to accept this, and the tightly wound string in his heart finally snapped.
He even started punching and kicking the Electro-Python that had just barely managed to escape, venting his frustration by sending it flying into a bloody pit with a single kick.
This scene sent a chill down the spines of Lin Tianxue, Le Shiyu, and Chen Xing, who all looked at Fang Yang with reverence and fear.
