Chapter 1414 - 1415: Want to Try the Taste?
The crowd fell silent.
Every martial artist present was a Great Grandmaster who had transcended into Holiness, possessing sharp perceptions.
To these masters, the disciples of Longwei Martial Arts Gym were really no match.
Any master present could easily flatten them in no time.
However, just thinking about the top expert who crushed Okamoto Wild Wolf with one strike left everyone silent again.
Even swapping places with Bantian Dongchuan, nobody dared to act rashly.
Just then, a rogue faced fellow climbed onto the wall of Longwei Martial Arts Gym.
He sat on the wall, holding a worn-out camera as if he was filming.
Liio Sheng Hongyi was startled: "What, hasn't the media been controlled yet? Is this guy a reporter?"
The crowd exchanged confused looks; no one recognized the guy filming on the wall.
Liio Sheng Hongyi contacted the president's assistant, instructing him to investigate immediately.
A while later, the president's assistant rushed into the office, sweating, and reported to Liio Sheng Hongyi.
"President, the media journalists from Luoshanji have been controlled, and no media presence has been detected at the scene yet."
"That guy on the wall probably isn't a reporter."
Liio Sheng Hongyi glanced at the clock on the wall, gritted his teeth.
"Send someone to track him and forcibly delete his video."
"Also, closely monitor other onlookers; if anyone takes photos or videos, immediately force them to delete them."
The secretary bowed to Liio Sheng Hongyi and hurried out.
Liio Sheng Hongyi looked at the clock on the wall again, unable to hold back any longer, he slapped the table.
"Immediately notify Bantian Dongchuan to execute the command; we can only suppress the media for a moment."
The Great Grandmasters of each faction nodded gravely, watching the surveillance video.
Bantian Dongchuan received headquarters' command, furrowing his brow.
The president's orders couldn't be ignored.
Bantian Dongchuan scrutinized for a while but didn't find any unusual signs.
Seeing his disciples couldn't hold back, he waved his hand: "Go!"
Roar!
Over fifty martial artists of Storm Style suddenly let out thunderous roars, charging toward Longwei Martial Arts Gym.
Long Hai and other disciples were all fired up, ready to fight to the death.
Bang, bang, bang! Clang, clang, clang!
Just then, from within the crowd, drum and cymbal sounds suddenly broke out, bustling and lively.
A team of dragon and lion dancers charged over from the street.
The surging crowd instantly drowned out the charging Storm Style disciples.
This sudden change left the disciples of Longwei Martial Arts Gym dumbfounded.
Everyone stopped in their tracks to watch from afar.
Two large lions clawed, and a giant dragon circled back and forth amid the raucous drums, full of comedy.
The charging Storm Style disciples were swept away by the crowd, disappearing instantly.
This sudden change made Liio Sheng Hongyi's face change.
Several School Grandmasters watching the surveillance video felt a sense of foreboding.
The feeling was like that of two armies ready to clash, swords drawn, suddenly interrupted by a cheering squad.
Young and vibrant girls danced hot and fiery, exuding a strong sense of conspiracy.
Liio Sheng Hongyi immediately called Bantian Dongchuan, shouting loudly.
"What's happening, order the disciples to attack immediately!"
Over the phone, with drums beating, Bantian Dongchuan couldn't hear Liio Sheng Hongyi clearly.
He shouted, "President, what are you saying? I can't hear..."
"Damn it, I'm telling you to attack Longwei Martial Arts Gym immediately, disregard everyone else..."
Liio Sheng Hongyi shouted loudly, then slammed the phone down, panting nervously, staring at the surveillance video.
Bantian Dongchuan helplessly put away the phone.
All he could see were the crowds in fiery red costumes, he couldn't locate his disciples.
Resolute, Bantian Dongchuan dove into the enthusiastic crowd.
Matsushita Chiri was a Karate Disciple in his thirties.
He was a Black Fist Fighter, skilled for ten years, extremely ruthless, Bantian Dongchuan's prized disciple.
At this moment, Matsushita Chiri was trapped among the dragon and lion dancers, people dancing all around, losing sense of direction.
Matsushita Chiri dodged left and right, trying to escape the crowd.
But just after two steps, he collided head-on with a big fat man.
The big fat man, at least 1.9 meters tall, broad and sturdy like an iron tower, jiggled his big belly.
His stomach was hit by Matsushita Chiri, making him grunt and step back.
This guy impatiently glared his eyes wide.
"Why the squeeze, can't see all the people?"
Matsushita Chiri glanced around, surrounded by the dense crowd.
Without speaking to the big fat man, he dodged to the left.
The big fat man got angry and grabbed Matsushita Chiri's left hand.
"So impolite, don't even apologize for hitting someone? Did your mom not teach you manners?"
Matsushita Chiri flipped his eyes and suddenly chopped toward the fat man's neck.
The fat man cried out, blocking Matsushita Chiri's hand.
"Hit someone after crashing?"
At that moment, Matsushita Chiri felt a sharp pain below, grunted, and instinctively covered his groin.
Someone unknown had stolen Matsushita Chiri's goods from behind.
As he tried to turn around to see, the fat man grabbed his neck, smashing his porcupine-like head against Matsushita Chiri's head.
Bang!
The fat man's head, like a massive hammer, struck Matsushita Chiri's head.
Matsushita Chiri's head buzzed, staring at the fat man in shock.
The fat man looked at him, chuckling sinisterly, his innocent face turning ferocious.
"You... you guys..."
Matsushita Chiri understood, gazing fearfully at the fat man, then turning back.
A vulgar-looking but fair-faced guy was smirking at him.
Bang!
The fat man hooked Matsushita Chiri's neck, slammed another hit, laughing loudly.
Stars flashed before Matsushita Chiri's eyes, as the sky blackened, he fainted to the ground.
The fat man watched Matsushita Chiri collapse, laughing, flipping a middle finger at the fair-faced man.
"Shen Feng, have you gotten used to nest robbing, this sinister technique makes my spine tingle."
The fair-faced man giggled: "Cui Xiang, want to try?"
Cui Xiang shivered, covering his groin: "Get lost, I haven't gotten married, save your Dragon Claw Hand for the Japs."
As they laughed, the Mad Blade wearing a clown mask walked past, swearing.
"Don't screw around and mess up the Chief Instructor's plan, punish yourselves with a ten-kilometer weighted run."
"It's fine, it won't delay, can these Japs outwit us?"
Shen Feng chuckled as the three blended into the crowd.