Chapter 1419 - 1420: Can You Take This Seriously?
"The Iron Mountain Style Grandmaster, Yamamoto Kazuo, is making his move, that kid is going to be in trouble!"
"Hmm, since Master Yamamoto became famous, he has defeated countless martial arts experts. No matter how strong they were, none have lasted more than twenty moves under his relentless storm of attacks."
"Once the Iron Mountain Style's fist technique is unleashed, it's like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting, with limitless power. If that kid can last ten moves, he's lucky."
"To be able to witness Iron Mountain Style's founding Grandmaster Yamamoto Kazuo in action, it's truly a once-in-a-lifetime honor for us."
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Hearing the Karate disciples across the way discussing fervently, Long Hai and Henry were extremely nervous.
Henry sighed, "A real master from the other side is coming out; I hope our uncle can withstand him."
"Otherwise, our Dragon Might Martial Arts Gym really won't be able to hold on."
Long Hai sighed, "Yes, let's hope our ancestor spirits bless our uncle, so he can defeat Yamamoto Kazuo."
"Right now, our Dragon Might Martial Arts Gym is like sitting on a powder keg; if our uncle falls, this keg will explode, and no one will be able to save the gym."
The two were very worried. Though their uncle was indeed a master, he was facing Yamamoto Kazuo, who founded the Iron Mountain Style.
Even if Master Long Wu, Long Hai's father, were still alive, he wouldn't be able to oppose Yamamoto Kazuo.
In the midst of everyone's anticipation, Yamamoto Kazuo began walking step by step toward Yang Fei.
His steps were extremely heavy, like an elephant, or like a tank advancing.
As he landed, there was a dull sound, the ground even trembled slightly, showing his immense power.
This display was so imposing that the other grandmasters couldn't help but nod repeatedly.
The unique aspects of martial arts really made Iron Mountain Style a standalone school.
The other Karate disciples cheered even louder.
The Iron Mountain Style disciples, in particular, showed pride and arrogance, taking pride in Yamamoto Kazuo.
Yang Fei, however, lazily watched Yamamoto Kazuo without saying a word or moving.
As he watched Yamamoto Kazuo walk over, he suddenly grinned.
"Aren't you tired? Creating such a scene, even walking takes a toll on your Essence Qi, I really feel sorry for you."
Hearing this, Yamamoto Kazuo was taken aback for a moment, then snorted angrily.
"You don't understand the martial arts heart method of the Iron Mountain Style, so don't speak nonsense. Who's using Essence Qi just to walk?"
In fact, as Yamamoto Kazuo walked, he did use up a lot of Essence Qi on his feet, just to create such an intimidating effect.
But at this moment, he certainly wouldn't admit it.
Yang Fei burst into laughter, mockingly looking at Yamamoto Kazuo.
"So, will you pay to pass, or take a strike from me?"
Yamamoto Kazuo snorted, "Arrogant fool, I came specifically to teach you a lesson. If you're afraid, then just..."
Before he could finish, Yang Fei let out a cold laugh, cutting Yamamoto Kazuo off and scoffed.
"After all this talk, you're still just a broke beggar, if not a miser; enough with the nonsense, take my strike and get lost."
Yamamoto Kazuo was momentarily stunned, then flew into a rage.
"Who's the broke beggar and miser? If you dare to block the East Asia Martial Arts Alliance, be ready to die!"
With that, he moved, lunging at Yang Fei.
The Iron Mountain Style indeed lived up to its reputation as superior martial arts.
As Yamamoto Kazuo launched his attack, his presence was as heavy as a mountain, his fist technique surged forward like a collapsing mountain, truly terrifying.
Yang Fei lazily stood in place, not even bothering to assume a fighting stance, seemingly shocked stiff, unable to react.
Countless Karate disciples exclaimed.
"The Iron Mountain Style is indeed like a mountain collapse, not undeserved of its fame!"
"That kid's going to be in trouble, Master Yamamoto is mighty!"
"Alas, I hope this kid can withstand another move, I still want to see more of Master Yamamoto's martial arts."
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Lio Sheng Hongyi snorted, speaking indifferently.
"That kid's dead for sure, Yamamoto Kazuo's Iron Mountain Fist emphasizes building momentum, it's already reached Great Perfection, at this moment he's too late to act."
The other five school grandmasters all slightly nodded in agreement.
A cold smirk appeared on everyone's face.
As Yamamoto Kazuo's fist approached, about to hit Yang Fei's chest.
Yang Fei slowly extended his palm, weak and powerless, seemingly too scared to react.
Long Hai and Henry's hearts jumped to their throats, both couldn't help but exclaim.
"Watch out, uncle!"
At that moment, Yang Fei's palm suddenly accelerated, with a loud whoosh, shattering the air.
His palm was like the war axe of The Immortal of Colossal Spirit, striking down fiercely on Yamamoto Kazuo's fist.
Bang!
A dull thud echoed as Yamamoto Kazuo's fist exploded with cracks and pops, flesh and bone shattered, blood splattering.
And Yamamoto Kazuo himself was struck by a tremendous force, flying backward like a kite with a broken string.
Bang!
He smashed into the brick wall next to the gate, his body punched a big hole, and he fell into it.
Countless bricks and concrete fragments fell down with a crash, covering Yamamoto Kazuo.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood, looking at Yang Fei in shock and despair, "You..."
No one understood better than Yamamoto Kazuo.
In that instant, the power Yang Fei exhibited was beyond what Yamamoto Kazuo could comprehend.
The overwhelming force wasn't something any human could wield.
Even with Yamamoto Kazuo's Gang Strength transcending the divine, he was like a small fish in the ocean, unable to control his fate.
Facing Yang Fei was like confronting the raging seas, the collapse of the Himalayas.
The feeling of inevitable doom and inescapability drove one to despair and madness.
If Yamamoto Kazuo was so shocked in the situation, the others were utterly terrified.
Almost all the Karate disciples stood with mouths agape and eyes wide, dumbfounded by Yang Fei.
This included the five school grandmasters and Lio Sheng Hongyi.
Ordinary disciples blindly revered Yamamoto Kazuo, unaware of his terror.
But the five grandmasters and Lio Sheng Hongyi understood well the terror of Yamamoto Kazuo.
Iron Mountain Style emphasized momentum building; once the momentum was formed, the attack was irresistible and unavoidable, breaking through with overwhelming force.
Even the other five grandmasters could only take the initiative before his momentum culminated.
No one ever dared to contest Yamamoto Kazuo in a frontal attack when his momentum reached perfection.
Yet the opponent not only contested Yamamoto, but with one strike sent him flying back, severely injured.
What kind of monster is this?
The world went silent, everyone stared blankly at Yang Fei.
Yang Fei slowly withdrew his palm, shaking his head disdainfully.
"Can you be serious? Don't come out if you're as weak as a chick, you're just wasting energy and time."
Poof!
Hearing this, Yamamoto Kazuo, who was trying to get up, spat out blood again, rolled his eyes, and passed out completely.
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