Chapter 24: Whose Mouth is More Crooked?

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"Insolence!!!"

Lei Yongming finally snapped, veins bulging on his forehead.

Being constantly slandered and even insulted by a child was intolerable!

Tang Jun also arrived in front of Fang Fan immediately, and as expected, Fang Fan blocked his way again.

"Are you sure you want to stop me?"

Tang Jun's eyes narrowed, his gaze towards Fang Fan full of threat.

"Heh..."

Fang Fan chuckled: "Are you sure you want to stop me? No, you're wrong. It's not that I want to stop you, it's that I want to destroy you!"

Hearing this, Tang Jun didn't waste any more words and charged towards Fang Fan.

The latter was completely unfazed, assuming a fighting stance, waiting for Tang Jun to rush forward.

Boom!

The two fists collided again, this time with far greater force than before. Floor tiles were torn apart layer by layer, and nearby tables and chairs were shattered, sending up clouds of dust.

Amidst the dust, two figures clashed.

Visibly, as Fang Fan and Tang Jun fought, each was enveloped in wisps of transparent energy.

"Holy crap! Internal energy?"

Fang Chang's eyes widened. He knew this was an extraordinary world, but witnessing this extraordinary power firsthand still filled him with undisguised excitement!

If he could obtain the cultivation method for this internal energy, that would be incredible!

He could even cover his destiny with gold; he might just be a genius!

With a boom, Fang Fan punched Tang Jun, sending him flying.

He looked at Tang Jun with some surprise. Tang Jun's internal energy was weaker than his, but his deadly techniques, each targeting vital points, were ridiculously powerful—a result of experience gained from countless battles.

If it were simply a matter of close-quarters combat, he would definitely be inferior to Tang Jun.

But…

Fang Fan's eyes narrowed. His strength had never relied on martial arts.

*Whoosh…*

A white aura appeared on Fang Fan's fists—the burst of internal energy. His muscles tensed, straining against his suit, as if it might shatter at any moment.

Tang Jun's expression turned serious.

It was as if Fang Fan sensed his power, and Tang Jun sensed it in return.

"I have to get close and find an opening! His internal energy is too strong; one wrong move and I'll be defeated!"

Tang Jun stared intently at Fang Fan. The next second, the ground beneath his feet cracked, and he charged towards Fang Fan like a cannonball.

"Good!"

Fang Fan noticed Tang Jun's movement, his fighting spirit surging, his black hair whipping wildly.

Just as Tang Jun charged forward, Fang Fan unleashed a powerful punch.

This time, Tang Jun sidestepped, meeting Fang Fan's fist with a whip kick.

Boom!!!

A powerful, domineering surge of energy exploded outwards from the two figures, sweeping across the entire banquet hall. The dazzling crystal chandeliers swayed violently, their shimmering light trembling wildly.

The dull thuds of bones colliding and explosive bursts of energy echoed, ear-piercing and deafening.

Fang Fan's fist was unstoppable, carrying overwhelming power. Tang Jun felt pain in his leg and began to crumble. The violent energy raged unchecked, shattering the smooth marble floor beneath the impact, cracks spreading like a spiderweb.

Exquisite solid wood tables and chairs were repeatedly torn apart and shattered by the force of the energy blast. Expensive banquet displays and delicate ornaments collapsed and exploded, sending debris and dust flying everywhere.

This superhuman clash left everyone present wide-eyed.

They hadn't expected anyone to be so ridiculously strong, and what was the meaning of that flying energy? Was it a resurgence of spiritual power?

Only a few people recognized the energy swirling around the two men. It wasn't some mystical cultivation technique, but rather the kind of internal energy found in ancient dramas and novels.

This kind of power could only be wielded by exceptionally gifted individuals or those who had received a divine inheritance.

After all, in modern society, such power was far too strong; if it were fully revealed, it would undoubtedly cause social unrest.

With a deafening boom,

Just as everyone was still in shock, another roar erupted. Tang Jun was blasted away, crashing into the wall and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He looked utterly disheveled.

In contrast, Fang Fan stood motionless, not a speck of dust on him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Seeing Fang Fan's expression, Fang Chang exclaimed excitedly, "I knew it! Your mouth is definitely crookeder than his! That wicked grin, you've got the flavor, I bet on it!"

Huh?

Fang Fan turned to look at Fang Chang.

What wicked grin?

Although he didn't understand what Fang Chang was talking about, Fang Fan felt inexplicably offended.

"Cough cough cough..."

Embedded in the wall, Tang Jun coughed up a mouthful of blood, his aura weakening. He had encountered opponents stronger than himself before.

But he always managed to find an opportunity to break the deadlock in battle.

But facing Fang Fan, he felt constantly suppressed, and Fang Fan possessed combat intelligence no less than his own, along with his unparalleled luck!

For the first time, Tang Jun felt suppressed, and utterly suppressed at that.

This feeling was extremely uncomfortable.

Liu Ruyan, who was some distance away, wanted to rush over to check on the situation, but her arm was firmly held by her mother.

“Liu Ruyan, if you want our Liu family to suffer eternal damnation with you, then go ahead and rush over!”

Hearing her mother's words, Liu Ruyan's beautiful eyes dimmed, and she ultimately chose to remain where she was.

The men in military uniforms stared at Tang Jun in disbelief. Their captain had been beaten until he vomited blood? And by a young man at that?

This unbelievable thing had actually happened before their eyes; they simply couldn't accept it!

“Cough cough cough…”

Tang Jun coughed a few more times, the blood he spat out staining the ground red.

He looked at Fang Fan not far away and said in a deep voice, "You're strong, really strong. You're the most formidable enemy I've ever encountered, but I won't admit defeat."

"Hmm?"

Sensing the fighting spirit emanating from Tang Jun, a hint of respect appeared in Fang Fan's eyes: "You're strong too, I..."

"Why are you wasting your breath talking to him?!"

Fang Fan's words were cut short as his eyes widened.

Because, without Tang Jun's knowledge, Fang Chang and Ku Duo had already arrived beside him. Before Tang Jun could react, Fang Chang picked up a chair and smashed it against him.

"Ku Duo! Beat him up!"

"Yes, Young Master!"

Kudo's muscles bulged. He didn't care about martial ethics; he only knew one thing: obey his young master's orders!

His massive fist slammed into Tang Jun's face.

Feeling the pain, Tang Jun roared, "I'm going to kill..."

"Kill my ass! You can talk about it after you survive!"

Fang Chang picked up a broken chair leg and smashed it into Tang Jun's mouth.

He was worried Tang Jun had a backup plan! What if he grinned crookedly again? So he hit his mouth first!

Kudo wasn't idle either, unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks on Tang Jun.

Bang bang bang...

Fang Fan stared blankly at the two unsportsmanlike figures, then at the brutally beaten Tang Jun, and subconsciously murmured, "Too, too brutal..."