After Feng Ya shouted, Chen Fan raised his hand and slapped again.
This time, Feng Ya, who was fully focused, was extremely cautious. He raised his left hand to block Chen Fan's hand.
He managed to block it this time.
After a resounding collision, his hand felt powerless.
He felt a bad premonition and quickly retreated.
But it was still too late.
With a crisp snap, he was hit in the face again.
This time, he stumbled back two steps, his face ashen, glaring at Chen Fan with pure rage.
The crowd below, after a moment of bewilderment, finally erupted in an uproar.
The same move, the same technique, and his face had been slapped three times consecutively.
Of course, Chen Fan used the back of his hand, so it wasn't a typical slap.
Even so, under the public gaze, Feng Ya was mortified.
He had come on stage to show off, ostensibly to celebrate Fang Baiyan's birthday, but instead of gaining glory, he had lost face to an extreme degree.
"You, you're playing with me?"
Of course, Feng Ya now understood that Chen Fan was by no means a weakling.
The crowd below also realized that Chen Fan was not as harmless as he appeared.
Shang Wu Shuang giggled, almost in tears from laughter.
The situation was too hilarious.
This Feng Ya had actually asked Chen Fan, a formidable expert who had swept through the Ghost Market and retreated unharmed after defeating its martial arts grandmaster, to hit him.
This had made the situation so much more entertaining!
The crowd below, recovering from their shock, couldn't help but chuckle.
"Playing with you?" Chen Fan asked in surprise, "Senior Brother Feng, wasn't it you who asked me to hit you with all my might? Actually, I haven't even used my full strength yet!"
Feng Ya was utterly ashamed and speechless, unable to refute.
After all, he had indeed asked Chen Fan to hit him, and had even specifically emphasized Chen Fan to go all out.
"You..." he stammered, then spat hatefully, "Chen, you're clearly a trained fighter, yet you claim not to be part of the martial arts world?"
"I am indeed not part of the martial arts world, but I didn't say I haven't trained. I've studied things like karate and taekwondo," Chen Fan replied.
Feng Ya was momentarily speechless.
What Chen Fan mentioned truly didn't qualify as being part of the martial arts world.
Those in the martial arts world were well-known figures. By Chen Fan's definition, he could only be considered a martial arts enthusiast.
Enraged and humiliated, Feng Ya no longer wanted to waste words. He snorted, "Since that's the case, let's spar then. Let's settle this with fists and kicks!"
He was still unwilling to admit defeat, as he had held back his inner energy earlier.
If Chen Fan was merely a martial arts enthusiast, he surely wouldn't be able to defeat him in a real fight.
"Isn't that inappropriate?" Chen Fan hesitated, "Today is Sect Master Fang's birthday. It's not a suitable occasion for a fight."
The crowd below nodded in agreement.
Chen Fan was right. Fighting at someone's birthday banquet without their consent?
"Nephew Feng, perhaps it's best to let it go. The feast is about to begin. How about we find another opportunity to settle this after the banquet?"
Fang Baiyan advised.
He could clearly see Feng Ya had lost face and was eager to regain it. However, Chen Fan was Shang Wu Shuang's boyfriend.
The Shang family's status far surpassed that of the Ji Bei Sect in the martial arts world. Chen Fan's claim of studying taekwondo and karate was insignificant to these martial arts masters. For Feng Ya to challenge Chen Fan felt a bit like bullying.
Even though Chen Fan had slapped Feng Ya three times, he still suspected some element of luck was involved.
After all, Feng Ya had asked Chen Fan to strike first and then attempted to counter.
This was quite different from a genuine martial arts bout.
However, Feng Ya had lost his reason. He declared, "What's the big deal about the banquet starting? It'll just be an appetizer for everyone! Otherwise, some people might think that practicing fancy moves like taekwondo and karate actually makes them fighters, and they'll question our martial arts world!"
Fang Baiyan found himself temporarily unable to retort.
Indeed, many people in society questioned martial arts, especially online.
With Feng Ya's broad accusation, it was difficult for him, as a sect leader who taught martial arts, to say much more.
Moreover, many of the attendees were from the martial arts world, and Feng Ya's statement resonated with them.
"Chen, do you dare?"
Feng Ya sneered.
Chen Fan was a bit exasperated. "Senior Brother Feng, this is meant to be a performance for entertainment. Going too far isn't good."
"Stop with the nonsense. I won't seriously injure you, so don't be afraid!"
With a roar, Feng Ya stepped forward and threw a punch directly at Chen Fan's face.
In his shame and anger, he disregarded everything else and attacked first, desperate to salvage his dignity.
Chen Fan shook his head, sidestepped, dodged perfectly, then raised his hand, slapped Feng Ya's wrist, and with a flick, the sound of a slap rang out.
Another slap landed on Feng Ya's face.
"I thought that beating you too badly might be a bit much to bear."
Chen Fan stated calmly.
Given Feng Ya's repeated provocations, Chen Fan naturally wouldn't show him any more respect.
Face was something that, once the other party had trampled on it, even if you returned it, they wouldn't appreciate it.
"You..."
To be slapped in the face again, Feng Ya's eyes blazed with fury.
The crowd below, including the experts like Fang Baiyan, stared in disbelief.
While the previous three times were initiated by Feng Ya, this time Feng Ya had attacked first, yet he was still hit in the face by Chen Fan!
Flames shot from Feng Ya's eyes. He stomped his foot and lunged forward like a leopard, unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks, his ferocity surging.
Chen Fan didn't get complacent either, moving with a sidestepping gait.
Then, Chen Fan flicked his palm, and with a crack, hit Feng Ya's face again.
Feng Ya was going mad, roaring and his body emitting the sound of thunder as he ferociously attacked Chen Fan.
Chen Fan dodged with ease, with no fancy footwork, but his movements forward and backward were fluid. Whether he sidestepped, retreated, or turned, he narrowly avoided every attack from Feng Ya.
It looked as if he had only practiced sambo, kickboxing, and taekwondo.
But Feng Ya simply couldn't hit him.
Crack!
Chen Fan struck again, hitting Feng Ya's face.
"I'll kill you!"
Feng Ya's eyes turned red as he roared, attacking like a madman.
But the outcome was already sealed!
Crack!
Crack!
...
Chen Fan's strikes were swift and not powerful, but after repeated hits, Feng Ya's face began to swell.
He had completely lost it.
This wasn't a fight; it was a complete humiliation.
The spectators were all stunned.
Fang Baiyan, realizing the situation, quickly leaped onto the stage and grabbed Feng Ya's arms, shouting, "Junior Brother Feng, stop! Give me some face and put an end to this!"
Saying it was for his face, he was actually trying to save Feng Ya from further humiliation.
Because if this continued, Feng Ya, the senior disciple of the Ji Bei Sect, would be utterly disgraced!
Feng Ya, however, had completely lost his mind and tried to break free from Fang Baiyan to continue.
Seeing that this was not going to end well, Fang Baiyan shot Chen Fan a reproachful glance and struck Feng Ya on the back of the head with a palm.
Feng Ya rolled his eyes and went limp.
"Mo Yang, take your Senior Brother Feng to the side room to rest!"
Fang Baiyan instructed his disciple.
His head disciple quickly stepped forward, picked up the unconscious Feng Ya, and carried him away, thus preventing Feng Ya from being further humiliated to the point of madness.
The crowd below buzzed with discussion, finding the outcome unbelievable.
Of course, everyone knew that Feng Ya had picked a fight with someone far superior.
Whether Chen Fan practiced ancient martial arts or modern combat sports, it was clear that he was a top-tier expert.