Chapter 1420 - 1421: What Kind of Master?
Of the Five Great Masters, three of them rushed over to support Yamamoto Kazuo.
Ichizan-ryu's Ishii Sora was shocked to find that Yamamoto Kazuo's left hand had been completely shattered by the opponent's palm strength, with broken bones and mangled flesh, visibly rendered useless.
Liio Sheng Hongyi walked over, looked deeply at Yamamoto Kazuo, and nodded slightly.
"Master Yamamoto, how do you feel?"
Yamamoto Kazuo opened his mouth with difficulty, managing to squeeze out a sentence from his throat.
"Unfathomable, irresistible."
Everyone was astonished; in the entire Karate Alliance, only those two legendary Great Gods were worthy of such a description.
For example, Martial Saint Jingtian Hatsuiti or the reclusive Martial God Jing Kongzhao.
Liio Sheng Hongyi looked at the not-so-distant Yang Fei, could this young man in his twenties really be comparable to the legendary Jingtian Hatsuiti and Jing Kongzhao?
Liio Sheng Hongyi did not believe it!
Not far away, Long Hai and Henry both widened their eyes, looking like thunderstruck frogs, their mouths agape, eyes almost bulging out.
"Wow, another instant kill with a single palm, it's like a dream."
"So cool, I told you, I have confidence in our uncle!"
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After Long Hai and Henry came to their senses, the Karate disciples on the opposite side also awoke from their shock.
"What did I see? He actually sent Master Yamamoto flying with one palm. Unbelievable!"
"No, this must be an illusion, an illusion!"
"How is this possible! Master Yamamoto being defeated so easily is just a disgrace to Karate!"
...
Amidst the disciples' wails, the remaining Five Great Masters exchanged a glance, both seeing the determination and resolve in each other's eyes.
The Five Great Masters bowed to Liio Sheng Hongyi, surprising him.
"You... what do you intend to do?"
Phantom Style's Great Grandmaster Koizumi Motoichi looked at Liio Sheng Hongyi with resolve.
"President, this man cannot be allowed to live, the whole world is watching him."
"If we don't kill him now, he may be embraced by all Huaxia people, becoming a hero revitalizing Hua Xia National Arts."
"Once his influence grows, another Martial God might just appear."
Upon saying this, Koizumi Motoichi stared down expressionlessly.
"Ten years ago, Huaxia War God rose up, killing countless of my country's Samurai. Such history must not happen again."
As Koizumi Motoichi spoke, the other four Great Masters all clenched their fists, their eyes radiating an unyielding, iron-blooded resolve.
Liio Sheng Hongyi's heart thumped, feeling a rush of excitement reaching his mind.
He also clenched his fists, gritting his teeth tightly.
"So, you plan to ambush this Huaxia man?"
Koizumi Motoichi nodded slightly: "This time, it's not an official martial arts duel."
"He blocked our entrance, deliberately provoking us, so even if the five of us kill him, it won't tarnish Karate's reputation."
"But if he doesn't die today, Karate will no longer be able to stand its ground."
Liio Sheng Hongyi nodded, finally biting his teeth.
"Alright, you go, I'll handle the aftermath."
The Five Great Masters bowed slightly to Liio Sheng Hongyi, then turned, slowly and resolutely exiting through the small iron door.
Not far away, Long Hai was satisfactorily looking at the camera.
"This is my best filming performance, most importantly, it captured the divine might of our uncle, blasting Bantian Dongchuan with one palm, and then defeating Yamamoto Kazuo with another. I suspect our uncle is not human."
Henry shook his head: "Eldest Senior Brother, at this point, let's not deceive ourselves."
"This uncle probably has no relation to our Longwei Martial Arts Gym."
"Such a formidable fighter must have come from either the Hongmen Sect or Huaxia Drinking Snow Tower. Only these two places could have such a super strong being."
Long Hai was a bit stunned; he hadn't expected his foreign devil junior brother to be so clever.
He chuckled: "I don't care, as long as he acknowledges himself as our uncle, then our Longwei Martial Arts Gym has this person."
"Hehe, at the very least we can learn his Flower-Seeking and Plum-Breaking Hand, right?"
Henry burst into laughter and high-fived Long Hai: "Eldest Senior Brother, you really are an interesting person."
Long Hai, full of pride, said: "I've always said that our Huaxia Martial Arts is a fellowship. Such significant events would not go unnoticed by the domestic martial arts world and Hongmen Sect."
"But this time, this uncle is exceptionally fierce, tsk tsk."
As they spoke, suddenly, five martial artists walked out in a line through the small iron door of the East Asia Martial Arts Alliance.
Among the five martial artists, the youngest was over thirty, and the oldest not over fifty.
Each of these five had a different aura—some fierce, some agile, some steady, some majestic, with streams of Essence Qi soaring to the sky like wolf smoke.
Though only five, their momentum was like a raging sea storm, making it hard for all the onlookers to breathe.
The Karate Masters of the five factions had actually joined forces!
Long Hai and Henry exclaimed in surprise, Long Hai burst out swearing.
"Damn dog-born devils, not following martial arts rules, five against one, what kind of masters are those?"
He tossed the camera to Henry, ready to rush out recklessly, but was held back by Henry shouting loudly.
"Eldest Senior Brother, do you have a death wish? Such a duel of super strong beings is definitely not something small fries like us can meddle with."
Long Hai struggled twice, but Henry suddenly tripped him, both tumbling to the ground.
Long Hai painfully pounded his head twice with his fist, his teeth gritting.
"I only regret my lack of skills, leaving our uncle to face such formidable enemies alone, five Great Masters, damn it, how can uncle possibly win?"
Henry picked up the camera from the ground and fiercely said.
"I must record this video of the Sang Country taking advantage of numbers, to let the world's martial artists know just how shameless these bastards are."
Henry's words reminded Long Hai, who grabbed the camera vehemently, gritting his teeth, and fiercely said.
"Right, these shameless devils, we need to show their ugly faces to martial artists worldwide."
The combined action of the Five Great Masters was overwhelming, causing disciples from all Karate factions to shout in surprise.
"Oh my God, are the Five Great Masters really going to deal with this guy together?"
"What did I see? Are the Masters overestimating this guy's combat capabilities? He's tough, but merely a young man in his twenties."
"Alas, even if he dies now, spreading this story would make him famous worldwide; dying with honor!"
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Countless Karate disciples were discussing fervently, some puzzled, some regretful, some astonished.
Some even secretly felt it was unworthy for the Five Great Masters to taint their names over such a young man.
However, no one believed Yang Fei had any chance of winning.
Against the joint attack of the Five Great Masters, he was doomed to die.