Chapter 1406 - 1407: With Force?
From Okamoto Yarou's body, a murderous aura rose up, Essence Qi like a wolf's smoke, shot straight into the sky.
Gangjin Master!
This guy is unexpectedly a master of Gangjin, with a violent aura, spreading wildly around him.
Almost everyone was intimidated by Okamoto Yarou's murderous aura.
The disciples present at the Longwei Martial Arts Gym were almost all disciples with Strength Transformation or Dark Force cultivation, even Master Long Wu had only broken through to Danjin.
The crowd was shocked, realizing that even if Okamoto Yarou didn't use underhanded tactics, Long Wu ultimately couldn't beat him.
In Martial Arts, each level is like a different heaven.
Even among the four minor realms of Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow, the difference in strength is very obvious.
Monsters like Yang Fei are after all in the minority, and the Nine Extremes Technique is not something everyone can cultivate.
Seeing the fearful looks of everyone, Okamoto Yarou couldn't help but laugh proudly.
"How about it? A group of ants, let me show you the power of Transcending the Divine!"
He grabbed Long Hai's neck with one hand, commanding and arrogant, indifferent to others.
Everyone, seeing Okamoto Yarou's imposing manner, felt a chill in their hearts.
All eyes were fixed on Yang Fei.
After all, Yang Fei is Long Wu's junior brother, in this place, he has the highest seniority.
Although his Martial Arts skills are not apparent, they should be more profound than an ordinary disciple's realm, right?
However, Yang Fei's performance was very disappointing.
This guy seemed to be scared stiff by Okamoto Yarou, his neck shrank, face vacant, eyes dull, and his legs appeared to be trembling.
This fool is like a quail that's been frightened out of its wits.
Seeing this so-called martial uncle from Longwei Martial Arts Hall so cowardly, many Sangguo Warriors burst into laughter.
"Long Wu is considered a master, but what kind of crap martial artist is this junior brother of his?"
"Martial artists, without even the courage to throw a punch, are simply cowards!"
"Haha, I never thought Long Wu would have such a treasured junior brother, if he knew underground, wouldn't he be so angry he'd come back to life, haha."
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Okamoto Yarou, looking at Yang Fei's timid appearance, laughed out loud, casually throwing Long Hai away, and strode toward Yang Fei.
Originally, Okamoto Yarou intended to humiliate Long Hai before killing him, so that the reputation of Longwei Martial Arts Gym would be completely lost.
But suddenly, this entertaining Yang Fei appeared, giving him a new target for mockery, so he let Long Hai go.
Long Hai, both angry and sad, was furious to see this supposed martial uncle Yang Fei, his eyes almost blacked out with rage.
He fell to the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood in a cry, unable to stand up for a moment.
The disciples of Longwei Martial Arts Gym helped Long Hai up, momentarily thrown into a panic, losing their presence of mind because of this inexplicable martial uncle Yang Fei.
Okamoto Yarou walked up to Yang Fei, who instinctively retreated.
However, he was surrounded by Karate disciples of the Gangzhi style, and after only two steps back, he was blocked by the crowd.
With this, Yang Fei was encircled by the Karate practitioners of Gangzhi style, screaming loudly.
"What are you... what are you trying to do? You killed my senior brother and now you come for me."
"I warn you, I'm not easy to mess with... Additionally, the police from the Mysterious Country are not idle either."
His voice was high-pitched, sharp, and full of trepidation, sounding like a pretty boy dragged into the sorghum by the village women.
It's better if he kept quiet, but once he spoke, it was utterly embarrassing.
This martial artist combat or brawl, even the police turn a blind eye.
And now this guy brings up the police, further revealing his guilty conscience and cowardice.
Someone from behind pushed Yang Fei forward.
Yang Fei stumbled forward, nearly crashing into Okamoto Yarou.
Okamoto Yarou's body, like a stone wall, stopped Yang Fei.
He reached out with both hands, gripping Yang Fei's shoulders, his face with a sinister smile, eyes deeply looking into Yang Fei as if trying to peer into his soul.
Yang Fei, flustered and panic-stricken, struggled vigorously: "Let me go, what are you doing?"
Okamoto Yarou's sinister smile on his lips grew wider, his voice incomparably low: "Hit me!"
In martial arts combat, one must fight and attack. If Okamoto Yarou killed Yang Fei right away, that would be murder.
But if Yang Fei had attacked Okamoto Yarou, then Okamoto Yarou killing him could only be considered an accidental mishap in martial arts combat.
In law, there are strict rules and distinctions about this.
Yang Fei, clueless, widened his eyes at Okamoto Yarou: "Hit you?"
Okamoto Yarou's smile was even more fierce as he nodded affirmatively.
"Yes, hit me!"
Yang Fei, trembling, extended a finger, poked Okamoto Yarou, and immediately retracted it back quickly.
His manner of fearing trouble brought upon him made the Karate disciples laugh, mocking and ridiculing with a cacophony of voices.
"Lived so long, never seen such a coward!"
"Huaxia people are just like this, all trash!"
"I hate pretty boys like this the most, I think I'll break all his bones later."
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Long Hai and other brothers, seeing this guy so useless, were almost bursting with rage.
This guy turned out to be Master Long Wu's junior brother; it truly tarnished his master's reputation, even bringing shame to the entire National Art Gallery.
Long Hai's throat was hurt by Okamoto Yarou, at this moment, he shouted loudly, his voice extremely hoarse.
"Okamoto Yarou, if you're capable, come at me, I'm not afraid of you."
Okamoto Yarou, looking at the panic-stricken Yang Fei, laughed heartily and gave Long Hai the finger.
"What fun is there bullying you? Your martial uncle is much more interesting."
After saying this, he glared fiercely at Yang Fei: "Waste, hit me harder!"
He spread his legs, his face smiling lecherously.
"Otherwise, crawl under my pants."
Yang Fei seemed enraged, hesitated for a moment, then extended his palm, uncertainly looking at Okamoto Yarou: "Hit you? With force?"
Okamoto Yarou laughed heartily, raising a big middle finger at Yang Fei.
"Swines, you all deserve to be slaughtered!"
Just then, Okamoto Yarou suddenly realized that the previously cowardly and weak Yang Fei grinned a frightful smile.
His smile was extremely terrifying, like a giant python that had successfully ensnared its prey.
At this moment, in Okamoto Yarou's eyes, he had already opened a bloody maw full of jagged teeth, roaring wildly to the sky.
A sense of danger, like lightning, struck Okamoto Yarou's entire body.
Okamoto Yarou was shocked, rapidly retreating.
But just then, his chest suddenly ached, a mysterious force, silent and invisible, struck his heart.
Okamoto Yarou's heart throbbed with pain, and all his Essence Qi suddenly dispersed.
At that moment, with one hand, Yang Fei reached skyward, a loud slap resounded, crashing down from mid-air.
His palm wind howled, like thunder, giving Okamoto Yarou the feeling as if the sky had collapsed halfway, filled with the doomsday destructive aura of a cataclysm.
Okamoto Yarou never dreamed that the weakling he intended to toy with would, in an instant, become such a terrifying monster, like a mythical Demon God descending.
He let out a desperate cry, all his Gang Qi ignited, using all his strength to block upwards.