The young man turned his head to look at Fang Xin.
He raised a hand and touched his shaved head.
Turning back to his companions, he grinned and said, “Oh, look, we’ve got a show-off here!”
The young man swayed as he walked towards Fang Xin, and when he reached him, he let out a stinky, boozy burp in his face.
“So, what do you want to do? Hit me? Oh, I’m so scared!”
Fang Xin looked at the young man with cold eyes, “Take your tent over here and swap it with this one!”
The young man rubbed his shaved head, “Swap tents? Why don’t you swap your mom?”
The commotion here attracted a lot of attention.
When they saw that it was members of the Church Guard clashing with someone, many people couldn't help but shake their heads.
Everyone knew the nature of these bastards from the Church; when bullied by them, most people could only grit their teeth and endure.
Seeing from their uniforms that Fang Xin and his group were from the Ninth Division, the onlookers couldn't help but murmur amongst themselves.
Only these people from the Ninth Division dared to challenge the Church, but the Church, after all, held supreme authority.
This farce would probably just be a war of words; they were sure that these people from the Ninth Division wouldn't dare to act and would have to endure.
The young man's companions also stood nearby, arms around each other's shoulders, all with mischievous smiles, backing him up.
One of them, a chubby man with a perm and freckles, crossed his arms and grinned at the young man, “Liu San'er, why waste words with him? Kick this blind idiot into the tent and make him clean it up.
Then we brothers will go in and relieve ourselves again! These hotheads just need a good beating!”
The young man poked Fang Xin’s chest with his finger, a mischievous grin on his face, “Go on, clean up the tent nicely.
Later, your grandpas will need to go again, to teach you a lesson! Next time you see your grandpas, remember to walk with your tail between your legs!”
Fang Xin smiled kindly at the young man, “Alright, Ge, so I need to clean it and then you’ll go again, right?”
Seeing Fang Xin back down, the onlookers couldn't help but shake their heads.
Indeed, he had lowered his head and softened in front of these bastards from the Church.
His companions also frowned, only Li Bao'er seemed to have anticipated something.
The young man also mistakenly thought Fang Xin had backed down, and his tone became even more arrogant, “That’s right, clean it for your grandpa…”
But unexpectedly, the next second, the young man hadn't even finished saying the word 'clean'.
Fang Xin’s fist, enveloped in qi, transformed into a massive Dragon Fist.
One punch!
The roar of a dragon echoed in all directions.
Because he was too close, and the young man was only a Level Six combatant, he had no room to react against a Level Seven Strength-based Mangfu.
He was directly sent flying into the tent by Fang Xin’s punch.
His head scraped against the ground, like a robot vacuum cleaner, his body thoroughly mopping the floor.
After sliding a few meters, he finally came to a stop with a prostate brake.
“Oh, crap, ugh, ugh, ugh…”
The young man struggled to get up, and as soon as he opened his mouth, the overwhelming stench made him involuntarily gag.
“I’ll fucking kill you!” The young man turned his head, his qi surging, and pulled out a knife from his spatial ring, charging towards Fang Xin.
Many onlookers gasped.
Everyone was dumbfounded! This guy from the Ninth Division was truly amazing! He dared to attack a Church member in broad daylight!
The onlookers quickly created a vacuum by backing away, wanting to see how Fang Xin and his group would resolve this.
The young man's companions all looked displeased.
The young man's knife slashed towards Fang Xin, a protective shield appearing around his body.
“Level Six combatant! Xin Ge, be careful! Maintain formation! Form up!”
Li Bao'er, Zhuang Aotian, and the others simultaneously entered a state of readiness.
“You die for me!”
Fang Xin’s qi surged, and a three-foot-thick protective shield appeared around his body.
The young man’s knife couldn't even get close.
Seeing this, the young man was surprised, “Level Seven combatant!”
A gasp erupted from the crowd.
“Holy crap! A Level Seven combatant!”
“Who is this guy? So awesome! He looks like a new student! They say the Ninth Division is a den of monsters, but this is just too monstrous, isn’t it?”
“Strength Talent! It seems there’s only one! Fang Xin, the tenth on the Dragon-Tiger Rankings!”
“How long has it been, and he’s already a Level Seven combatant? Can a Strength-based Mangfu really have such explosive late-game potential? It’s truly infuriating how much better some people are!”
Not to mention these people, even Zhuang Aotian and the others were stunned.
They had thought that Strength-based talents advanced slowly in the later stages, mistakenly believing that the strongest in their team was Li Bao'er, who had already reached the early stage of Level Six combat power.
Everyone thought Bao'er was already incredibly strong, never expecting Fang Xin to directly reach Level Seven combat power.
“Damn it, brothers, let’s go!” Liu San'er, the young man, shouted.
His other companions were eager to act.
Fang Xin swept a cold glance over them; the young man Liu San'er was too dirty, and Fang Xin didn’t want to dirty his Panlong Spear.
His gaze shifted and finally settled on the chubby man with the perm and freckles; it was this freckled fat man who had suggested making Fang Xin clean the floor.
Fang Xin flashed in front of the fat man, crouched down, grabbed the fat man’s ankle, and, using the fat man as a weapon, swung him violently.
Liu San'er, covered in filth, had no time to react before he was once again smashed into the tent.
He mopped the floor with his body again, his face scraping the ground, thoroughly cleaning up all the 'stuff' that was in the tent before.
“Damn you, let go of your grandpa!” The freckled, permed fat man yelled.
Fang Xin held the fat man's ankle, swinging him left and right, repeatedly smashing him.
Initially, the fat man could still struggle a few times, but after a few seconds, his mouth and nose were full of blood, and he became completely still, limp and allowing Fang Xin to swing him.
This scene utterly shocked many people.
Truly worthy of a Strength-based Mangfu!
He perfectly embodied violent aesthetics.
Fang Xin tossed the freckled fat man aside like trash, then turned to look at the other members of the Church Guard.
“How about you all come at once? I want to fight ten!”
The members of the Church Guard didn't dare to breathe, and at his words, they all retreated.
This place was relatively remote compared to the core area of this joint operation, so the cultivation levels of those stationed here were not very high; the highest level in this small team was only Level Six combat power.
Although the Church was usually arrogant, in the face of absolute strength, they still didn't dare to bark.
The few of them had started calling for backup as soon as Fang Xin made his move.
A team of people quickly rushed towards them.
Someone exclaimed, “The enforcement team is here!”
“Damn it, the enforcement team members are all chosen from the Church Guard! The power of enforcement is in their hands, this kid from the Ninth Division is going to be in big trouble!”
“He’s still too young after all! He can’t keep his cool!”
“This kid is definitely going to suffer some physical pain!”
“Who’s to say he isn’t? Ultimately, a Strength-based Mangfu is just impulsive!”
“Did Strength-based eat your family’s rice or dig up your ancestral grave? Believe it or not, I’ll beat you up!”
“It looks like they’re going to arrest him!”
A team of people rushed over quickly, led by a young man with sanpaku eyes.
“Team Yan, you must uphold justice for your brothers!” Liu San'er limped out of the tent.
At this moment, Liu San'er reeked and was covered in 'stuff', like a mobile dung beetle buffet.
Team Yan raised a hand to fan away the smell, then glanced at Fang Xin, “Attacking a fellow comrade! Take him away!”
Zhuang Aotian immediately argued, “He used our tent as a toilet, and they were the ones who provoked us first!”
Team Yan stood with his hands behind his back, slowly bending down, “So what? What are you trying to say? So what if he used it as a toilet? You just clean it up! Why resort to violence?”
Zhuang Aotian choked, and Team Yan said coldly, “Take them all away!”
Immediately, several people surrounded Fang Xin, ready to take him away.
Fang Xin raised his hand, a ring on his finger, the very ring Li Tai'an had given him earlier.
“You’re from the Guard, right? Do you recognize this ring?”
Yan Hao glanced at the ring, then scoffed, “A new emperor, new court.
You’re using a Taiping Group ring to put on airs with our Guard.
What, do you want to use a sword from the previous dynasty to slay an official of the current dynasty?”
Li Bao'er put on a stern face and took out her phone, dialing Li Tai'an’s video call.