Chapter 1405 - 1406: Martial Uncle
Okamoto Yarou sneered: "This is the fate of opposing my Great Sang warriors, kid, accept it."
Long Hai was filled with grief and indignation, struggling forcefully.
However, his Martial Arts Realm was vastly inferior to Okamoto Yarou, and no matter how he struggled, Okamoto Yarou held his throat tightly, unable to escape.
Okamoto Yarou looked at the unyielding Long Hai, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
The grudge had already been formed; to eliminate future troubles, this Long Hai should not be kept alive.
The disciples from Longwei Martial Arts Hall surrounded Okamoto Yarou from a distance, not daring to attack.
Long Hai finally managed to shout, his voice extremely hoarse: "Don't worry about me, kill him!"
Okamoto Yarou let out a cold laugh as all the Essence Qi in his body entered the Shou Shaoyang Meridian, with the Dark Force ready to strike,
As long as the Dark Force penetrates Long Hai's internal organs, this young man will die within twenty-four hours, and there would be no sign of it now.
This is the terrifying aspect of the Dark Force, it kills invisibly and without a trace.
The other disciples of the National Art Gallery looked at Long Hai in Okamoto Yarou's hands, not daring to rush in, cursing loudly in all directions.
"Okamoto, you killed my master, this hatred cannot coexist with heaven!"
"Everybody charge together, tear this guy apart!"
"Don't let him escape, this murderer!"
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Okamoto Yarou let out a cold laugh: "Do you think you bunch of trash can stop me?"
He suddenly whistled, and from both sides of the street and nearby shops, numerous Karate Disciples wearing black Taoist Robes emerged, looking like a swarm of mad ants.
In these days, such large-scale brawls were not a rare occurrence.
However, this time Okamoto Yarou came prepared, and their numbers were several times that of the disciples from Longwei Martial Arts Hall.
And the other National Art Galleries were too late to support; if a large-scale brawl occurred, these disciples would likely suffer a huge loss.
The disciples of Longwei National Art Gallery saw this scene, and their faces changed, not with fear, but with sorrow and anger.
At this moment, everyone was well aware that Okamoto Yarou had come to provoke with full preparation this time.
From Little Okamoto bringing people over to provoke, to Old Okamoto ambushing Master Long Wu and using heavy-handed methods to kill Master Long Wu, and to now with the group fight, this was all meticulously planned in advance.
Okamoto Yarou looked at the disciples of Longwei National Art Gallery coldly, with a sinister and cold grin on the corners of his mouth.
What rubbish National Art Gallery, this time, taking advantage of the Liu Zhengxiang incident and the Chinese people causing trouble, Okamoto Yarou wanted to completely destroy it.
Once this brawl was over, these disciples of Longwei National Art Gallery would either be dead or disabled and could never practice Martial Arts Skills again in the future.
The disciples of Longwei National Art Gallery also knew that the last moment had arrived, and they all threw away their backpacks, assumed fighting stances, and prepared to fight.
Both sides were at a standstill, with Gangzhi Style Karate Disciples, over a hundred people, slowly surrounding the disciples of Longwei National Art Gallery.
The air suddenly became dry and suffocating, as if a single spark could ignite it.
At this moment, a lazy voice rose up.
"Excuse me, is this Longwei Martial Arts Hall?"
This voice appeared abruptly but was as loud as a bell, heard by everyone.
The imminent killing intent on the scene was inexplicably diluted by this sentence, and everyone searched for the origin of the voice.
Okamoto Yarou was also momentarily stunned, unable to unleash the gathered Dark Force.
He turned his head and saw a young man in his twenties, staring dazedly at the scene, looking somewhat confused.
This guy had a long face, a pointed chin, yellow skin, and black eyes, displaying obvious Asian features.
The disciples of Longwei Martial Arts Hall also saw this person.
Everyone responded loudly: "Yes, this is Longwei Martial Arts Hall!"
"Longwei Martial Arts Hall, never falls!"
"Longwei Forever, Master Forever!"
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The appearance of this young man seemed to have opened the emotional floodgates for everyone.
With grief over the death of Long Wu and hatred for Okamoto Yarou, everyone burst out with the strongest voices.
The guy did not expect that his casual question would cause such a big reaction among the many disciples, as if they were warriors courageously heading into battle, about to fight for their lives.
He nodded and bowed, smiling all over his face.
"Thank you, thank you, Longwei National Art Gallery lives up to being the number one National Art Gallery in Luoshanji, such a large crowd, quite impressive."
If it were any other time, this guy's flattery would indeed be pleasing.
But saying it under such miserable circumstances at Longwei National Art Gallery, all the disciples' faces turned black.
Someone couldn't help but ask.
"Brother, why are you looking for Longwei National Art Gallery? Do you have any business?"
This guy immediately stood up straight, puffed out his chest.
"Let me introduce myself, I'm Yang Fei, the junior brother of the Longwei National Art Gallery's Master Long Wu, hmm, where's my senior brother?"
Everyone's eyes almost popped out.
At the moment of life and death in the Martial Arts Hall, an apprentice uncle showed up?
Seeing the questioning looks from everyone, Yang Fei's proud expression began to take on a strange change, becoming somewhat confused, and then his smile gradually became apologetic.
"What, isn't this Longwei National Art Gallery? Looking at your situation is not right, am I in the wrong place?"
Finally, a disciple of Longwei National Art Gallery broke into tears.
"Our Master was just killed by Okamoto Yarou, and Senior Brother is also in Okamoto Yarou's hands."
Yang Fei's body trembled, his expression was extremely shocked and somewhat incredulous.
He pointed at the disciple and said: "I warn you not to talk nonsense, my senior brother is a Grandmaster of the Generation, how could he die so easily?"
The disciple spoke, everyone backed away.
Above the stone steps behind the crowd, Long Wu's body lay limp, blood flowing everywhere.
Yang Fei saw at a glance, rushed over, picked up Long Wu's body, examined it carefully, and suddenly burst into loud sobs.
"Senior Brother, in Luoshanji, I've had no support and was counting on you to get by."
"Who would have thought that the two of us, three years apart, are now separated by life and death, not even having seen one another..."
His tears came readily, crying messily, deeply grieving.
Many disciples of Longwei National Art Gallery saw his sorrowful crying, and nearly half of them believed in Yang Fei's identity.
After finishing his mourning, Yang Fei suddenly turned around and glared at Okamoto Yarou opposite him.
"Was it you who killed my senior brother?"
Okamoto Yarou looked at this guy, showing no signs of Essence Qi, assuming he had no Martial Arts Skills, and burst out laughing.
"Long Wu signed a life and death agreement with me, it's a kill and let go, if you want to avenge him, I'm willing to accept your life and death agreement as well, do you dare?"
Okamoto Yarou originally took advantage of this group fight to completely bury the Longwei National Art Gallery, sending this old rival who had sparred with him for over ten years into an irreversible hell.
But, the meticulous setup he had planned was broken by this relaxed and carefree guy.
Okamoto Yarou's heart swelled with murderous intent.