Chapter 1424 - 1425: Martial Arts and Tao
Liio Sheng Hongyi silently lowered his head, his mouth bitter.
The Liu Zhengxiang incident, from a small personal grudge to now involving higher-level figures, was not something a small Liio Sheng Hongyi could decide.
Liio Sheng Hongyi helplessly lifted his head, looking at Yang Fei.
"Sir Strong, to be honest, I cannot make decisions on this matter. If you insist on killing the Karate disciples to avenge the deceased, we will not resist."
Yang Fei flared up in anger, his fingers gripping Sato Taka's throat tightly: "Do you think I won't dare?"
Sato Taka struggled to breathe, his limbs flailing in the air, like a chicken caught by a bear.
His facial muscles twitched uncontrollably due to fear and pain, making strange noises from his throat.
Liio Sheng Hongyi couldn't help but feel sorry for Sato Taka, a renowned Grandmaster of Martial Arts, yet completely powerless under Yang Fei's grip.
Seeing his defiant stance, Yang Fei realized that forcing him to betray his compatriots and hand over Aoki Jiro was impossible.
This kind of national pride was something Yang Fei deeply admired and felt uncomfortable pushing too hard.
Yang Fei, holding Sato Taka's neck, lifted him high and strode towards the crowd of Karate disciples, shouting loudly.
"A week ago, someone, along with over a dozen bastards, brutally killed Huaxia female student Liu Zhengxiang, and that person is named Aoki Jiro."
At this point, his gaze suddenly turned fierce, with a strange red glow in his eyes, like a wild beast in the mountains, ready to devour people.
"That's right, I'm here for the Liu Zhengxiang incident. As a martial artist, I justly and openly killed and injured several Karate masters, killed your people of Sang Country."
"Yet you vile dogs set up to bully, humiliate, and kill a weak female student. Do you even deserve to practice Martial Arts?"
Hundreds of Karate disciples silently and fearfully watched Yang Fei, no one dared to speak or make any expression.
Suddenly, a cold and sinister voice echoed into the crowd's ears.
"I'm Aoki Jiro, the one who led people to kill Liu Zhengxiang, so what?"
"Hehe, the taste of Huaxia women is endless, now that I think of it, I'm tempted again, tonight I'll go hunting, specifically playing with your Huaxia women..."
Yang Fei widened his eyes, looking at the dense crowd of Karate disciples, but found the voice elusive, coming from different directions, not knowing where it originated.
With a thought, Yang Fei smiled coldly.
"Can you do Flowing Firefly Ventriloquism? I see, you're not a martial artist, you're with Eight Gates Ninjas."
The eerie voice still drifted, filled with lazy laughter.
"That's right, I'm both a ninja and a Karate disciple, can you catch me?"
Upon hearing this guy is a ninja, all the Karate disciples were in an uproar, looking around, searching for Aoki Jiro's trail.
Sang Country Ninjas and martial artists are different; the pursuit for martial artists is to promote national Martial Arts and invigorate national spirit.
Yet ninjas are another mysterious force, serving only the machinery of the state, assassinating, bombing, poisoning, doing everything, ruthless and unscrupulous.
Karate Alliance and Eight Gates Ninjas have always maintained a non-interfering stance.
Most martial artists have some disdain yet fear towards ninjas, respecting them from a distance.
Ordinary martial artists look down on ninjas, thinking they have lost the courage and integrity of martial artists.
But at the same time, the strong background and mysterious identity of ninjas prevent ordinary martial artists from easily provoking them.
Yang Fei, having learned about Sang Country ninjas from the State Security Bureau's computer database, knew they were a group of vicious Scavengers.
Yet today was the first time he had encountered Eight Gates Ninjas.
Suddenly, Yang Fei grabbed Sato Taka's left hand and with a crack, brutally broke Sato Taka's left index finger.
"Ah!"
Sato Taka was caught off guard, letting out a scream, trembling all over with pain.
Karate disciples were all shocked, someone shouted: "Do not harm Master Sato."
Yang Fei coldly glanced at the crowd, with the presence of a Tiger Ghost Divine Might, vaguely suppressing their spirits.
"Aoki Jiro, if you don't dare to come out, I'll dismantle these so-called masters one by one, are you willing to let others suffer for you?"
The eerie voice laughed loudly.
"As Sangguo Warrior, if they cannot defeat the enemy, losing the dignity of a martial artist, they should've committed seppuku long ago to apologize to our Emperor."
"It's best that you kill them, the Great Sang Empire does not need the weak."
Aoki Jiro's words caused an uproar among all the Karate disciples.
Martial artists are not soldiers; even if defeated, they don't need to commit seppuku.
This guy seemed not to care about his compatriots' lives, using them as meat shields.
Numerous Karate disciples were very angry, looking around for Aoki Jiro's whereabouts.
However, the voice was so variable that it was really hard to track him down.
Not far away, many people were bustling around, watching the commotion at the entrance of the East Asia Martial Arts Alliance.
Seeing how this ninja spoke, everyone was filled with contempt and anger.
Long Hai and Henry's cameras remained focused on Yang Fei, both very excited.
Aoki Jiro saw everyone looking around for him, unable to find him.
This feeling of hiding among the crowd made him very excited, laughing sinisterly.
"Huaxia scum, if you find me today, I'll let you slaughter me, ninjas have this world's unique strength..."
"Roar!"
Just then, Yang Fei suddenly let out a loud roar, his shout like a thunderbolt in mid-air, the air quaked, and the sound waves resembled bombs.
Everyone covered their ears and squatted down.
Those martial artists farther away fared better, while those closer were knocked out immediately, three or four of them, eyes rolling back, convulsing on the ground.
Tiger Roar!
Yang Fei's Extreme Tiger had reached the state of Great Perfection, and his Martial Arts Realm had deepened profoundly, the power of his Tiger Roar increased more than tenfold.
Everyone felt an overwhelmingly evil aura rolling out from Yang Fei, and they all avoided him.
And at this moment, from the Karate disciples, screams came from the northeast and southwest directions.
In the northeast direction, a small, thin man clutched his chest, rolling on the ground, making heartrending ah ah sounds.
In the southwest direction, there was a beautiful, short-haired girl.
She also fell to the ground, blood gushing from the corners of her mouth, groaning in pain.
Yang Fei smiled slightly, tossing Sato Taka to the ground, saying lightly.
"The so-called ninja's Flowing Firefly Ventriloquism, turns out to be two people faking it."