Chapter 1407 - 1408: Stop Forcing Yourself
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Okamoto Yarou's two arms suddenly went limp and hung down, having lost all resistance.
Meanwhile, Yang Fei's overwhelming palm strength drove straight in and directly smashed against Okamoto Yarou's head.
Okamoto Yarou's eyes immediately bulged wide, and his entire body suddenly froze.
He just stared blankly at Yang Fei, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.
Yang Fei released his palm, looking at him coolly, and gently blew a gust of air towards him.
"Stop putting on a brave front. Time to hit the road."
Crack, crack...
Strange sounds came from Okamoto Yarou's body, as if something was breaking.
Bang!
The next second, a crimson red Essence Qi spurted out from the Niwan Palace at the top of Okamoto Yarou's head.
Then, with a loud bang, his whole body exploded like a giant firecracker, blood and flesh scattering, falling lifeless to the ground.
The chaotic scene suddenly fell silent, the entire world became quiet.
The Gang Zhi Flow Karate disciples were completely stunned.
In their minds, the invincible Great Grandmaster Okamoto Yarou was actually blown apart with a single palm!
The disciples of Longwei Martial Arts Gym were also utterly dumbfounded.
Martial Contest for Discourse, arena Black Fist fights, these were common occurrences, but they had never heard of anyone being blown apart with a single palm strike.
This terrifying scene overturned everyone's understanding. Was this guy's Martial Essence actually explosive?
After the silence came uncontrollable chaos and clamor.
After being dumbfounded, countless disciples of Longwei Martial Arts Gym screamed out loud.
"My god, Uncle really blew up Okamoto Yarou! Blew him up ah ah!"
"Is this also Kung Fu of our Longwei Martial Arts Gym? It's amazing."
"Uncle is too fierce, this is what you call a stunning debut!"
...
Yang Fei smilingly rubbed his hands together, using his fingers as a comb to smooth his short hair, exuding confidence.
"I've never heard of someone so cheap, asking to be hit, even asking to be hit hard, but when really hit, can't take it, pfft!"
Yang Fei's words amused the disciples of Longwei Martial Arts Gym, making them laugh heartily.
Now, everyone was well aware that this suddenly appeared uncle was an incredibly formidable Martial Arts Master.
Okamoto Yarou's death was in vain, and he died with regret because he was completely tricked to death.
Long Hai, having narrowly escaped death, was moved to tears and rushed in front of Yang Fei.
"It doesn't matter if you are my uncle or not, I am grateful to you, thank you for avenging my father, thank you!"
As he spoke, he was about to kneel and kowtow, but Yang Fei stopped him.
This guy made a casual gesture with his hand, glaring at Long Hai, and instructed him.
"Confirm the relationship, I'm indeed your uncle, but no need for kowtowing, just give me some of your good-looking female juniors."
Long Hai was startled, staring blankly at Yang Fei: "Uncle, you..."
Yang Fei spat and said: "Don't use your filthy mind to imagine your uncle's character, I just want to train a few Masters for Longwei Martial Arts Gym."
Long Hai lowered his head in shame, feeling deeply ashamed of some of his dirty thoughts.
At this moment, the Gang Zhi Flow Karate disciples finally snapped out of their shock.
Several disciples cried and hugged Okamoto Yarou's body, overwhelmed with grief and indignation.
"Master was tricked by that bastard, this turtle bastard is more poisonous than a viper!"
"Kill them all, avenge Master!"
"Kill!"
...
The Gang Zhi Flow disciples surged forward like a tide, over a hundred martial artists charging together, creating a formidable sight.
Long Hai and other disciples were shocked, assuming fighting stances, ready to face the enemy.
Yang Fei shoved and pushed, kicking a few disciples' butts with flying legs.
"A bunch of fools, twenty fighting a hundred, do you think you're Ye Wen? Quickly retreat into the boxing gym."
Seeing the mass of attackers flood in like a dark cloud, Long Hai and the others felt panic, grabbed Master Long Wu's body, and turned to flee.
Yang Fei covered the rear, while the numerous Gang Zhi Flow disciples, their eyes turned red, pushed and punched towards Yang Fei, the one who killed their master.
However, amid the surging crowd, trying to push past companions to attack Yang Fei proved extremely difficult.
Many disciples found their flying kicks blocked by comrades, or their punches intercepted, leading to utter chaos.
In contrast, Yang Fei's strikes were smooth, swinging the Turtle Fist with loud bangs.
The guy only aimed for noses, striking each oncoming Gang Zhi Flow disciple with lightning speed.
Each one clutched their nose in pain, tears and blood streaming down.
With this delay, the disciples of Longwei Martial Arts Gym had already retreated into the National Art Gallery.
Long Hai, having secured his father's remains, returned to fight alongside Yang Fei.
Yang Fei glanced at the swarm of people, calculated in his mind, then turned around and shouted.
"Long Hai, how many foreign devils can you handle?"
Long Hai executed the family Grasping Hand Technique with momentum.
While fighting three to four people, he loudly responded to Yang Fei.
"Reporting to Uncle, this kind of foreign devils, ten or eight is no problem."
Yang Fei chuckled: "Good, let's tie up a few then."
Saying so, he suddenly reached out both hands, grabbed the throats of two Gang Zhi Flow disciples, and threw them backward.
With his immense strength, he sent the two Gang Zhi Flow disciples flying back.
The two were like kites with broken strings, directly flung into the courtyard of Longwei Martial Arts Gym.
The unlucky duo came crashing down, and the ten or so idle disciples inside were momentarily stunned, then overjoyed.
They pounced like wolves and tigers, giving the half-dead pair a good beating.
Meanwhile, Yang Fei grabbed two more, throwing them directly into the courtyard of the martial gym.
The crowd perked up and knocked these two senseless.
Finding it amusing, Long Hai employed the Grasping Hand Technique to pull two people over, dismantled their arms, and pushed them behind him.
His fellow disciples swarmed and tied up the two.
The Gang Zhi Flow disciples in Yang Fei's hands were thrown into the courtyard and left half-dead.
However, they fared better than those in Long Hai's hands.
The boxing techniques taught at Longwei Martial Arts Gym primarily focused on eagle claw grasping hand.
Every student was skilled in the Grasping Hand Technique, dislocating bones was routine.
This group brawl was an exceptionally good practical training exercise for the disciples of Longwei Martial Arts Gym.
These disciples smacked the gang in the face, testing their moves on the bodies of Gang Zhi Flow disciples.
Thus, every Karate disciple captured by Longwei Martial Arts Gym had their bones dismantled, from arm and leg bones to finger and jaw bones, all suffered.
Huaxia's Grasping Hand Technique is a very cruel punishment, often the Finishing Move of Liu Fan Men experts in ancient times.
Each joint dislocation meant tendon rupture and joint twisting, a pain not ordinary people could withstand.
Listening to their companions' miserable cries, many Karate disciples began to fear.
A few particularly brave fellows were yet again caught by Yang Fei and thrown into the courtyard.
In a moment, Yang Fei and Long Hai had captured twenty to thirty Gang Zhi Flow disciples, all had their limbs dislocated and were thrown into the courtyard.