The youths were both startled and angry.
“What? Did I hear that correctly?”
“Fang Yuan, have you lost your mind? You dare to extort us at the school gate?”
“Are you that desperate for money? Who gave you the guts to target us?”
“Get lost! A mere Grade C like you dares to block my path? If you don’t scram, I’ll kick you flying… Huh!”
Fang Yuan suddenly struck.
His right hand formed a blade, chopping down fiercely. The motion was precise and fast; the edge of his palm slammed into the side of a youth’s neck.
The unfortunate lad, never expecting Fang Yuan to act so suddenly, was in the middle of cursing when he suffered the heavy blow. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.
“Damn! You actually dare to hit?!” The crowd exploded, and the youths instinctively stepped back.
“Guyue Beiju is out cold! What do we do?” someone cried out in shock and fear.
“What else can we do? There’s many of us and only one of him. Let’s rush him together and beat him to a pulp!” another shouted, rage boiling over.
“Right! He’s asking for death, challenging us alone. He’s got some balls! Everyone, charge!!”
But before they could act, Fang Yuan had already moved.
He took several quick strides and plunged into the crowd.
He struck sideways with his palm, chopping a youth’s neck. The kid rolled his eyes and collapsed.
“Aaaah!” a youth yelled, swinging a fist in a wide arc at Fang Yuan.
Fang Yuan ducked under it and kicked him in the crotch.
Ow-ow-ow—!
The youth’s shout, originally fierce, shot up in pitch, becoming shrill and filled with agony and pain.
Thud.
He clutched his crotch, dropped to his knees, then rolled on the ground, screaming and drenched in cold sweat.
Fang Yuan attacked with both palms, like a tiger among sheep!
He had five hundred years of combat experience, while these youths were just rookies, barely begun in cultivation. How could they be his match?
In the blink of an eye, Fang Yuan had taken them all down. Some lay unconscious, others writhed on the ground, gasping in pain.
“What’s going on?!” Guyue Mobei arrived a step later and exclaimed. He saw Fang Yuan standing at the school gate, with five or six students sprawled around him.
“Fang Yuan, he… he wants to extort our yuan stones!” a youth on the ground cried out angrily, clutching his stomach.
“Still full of spirit, huh.” Fang Yuan’s expression was calm as he gave the yelling youth a sharp kick to the stomach.
Oof!
The youth cried out in pain, curling up like a shrimp. His face filled with fear, snot and tears streaming down, and he dared not speak again.
Seeing this, the arriving youths were all intimidated by Fang Yuan’s cruelty, their hearts trembling.
“Alright, just hand over one yuan stone each, and I’ll let you go. Otherwise, you’ll end up like these guys on the ground.” Fang Yuan took a big step forward, his voice cold.
“Bullshit! A lousy Grade C like you wants to beat me, a proud Grade B?” Guyue Mobei flew into a rage and charged at Fang Yuan, swinging his fist.
Fang Yuan turned his ankle slightly, sidestepped, and dodged the punch.
Then he reached out his left hand, index and middle fingers together, and precisely jabbed at the point between Mobei’s collarbones, just below his throat.