Chapter 1427 - 1428: Surprise Attack
The voice of Liio Sheng Hongyi grew more passionate and generous as he spoke.
"As long as we're alive, I believe our Karate will surely carry the might of a King, reclaiming our lost glory and everything we lost in the near future!"
"However, if we don't dare face defeat, even if we forcefully remain at Luoshanji, we will become eternal losers!"
Liio Sheng Hongyi's speech immediately stirred the blood of the Karate disciples.
Everyone who had their heads bowed now raised them one by one, their faces full of excitement.
Yang Fei couldn't help but praise this Sang Country martial family member.
Clearly, Sang Country's Karate today has been utterly defeated, morale is low, and some disciples were even crushed in their martial arts belief by Yang Fei.
However, these few words from Liio Sheng Hongyi reignited the flames in many disciples' hearts, turning decay and shame into an undeniable formidable force.
Although they are enemies, Liio Sheng Hongyi as such an enemy won Yang Fei's respect.
Liio Sheng Hongyi smiled bitterly when he said this.
"I will take full responsibility for this huge defeat; all the responsibility will be mine, and what you need to do is regain your confidence in Karate martial arts."
"I believe, in the not-too-distant future, you will surpass yourselves and arrive here with the posture of a King."
As he spoke, he suddenly shouted: "Long live Great Sang, long live Karate!"
Yang Fei sensed something was wrong and rushed forward.
But Liio Sheng Hongyi had already drawn a dagger, and with a sound, stabbed it into his heart, leaving only the dagger's hilt exposed outside.
The sudden turn of events shocked all the Karate disciples greatly, causing them to gather around Liio Sheng Hongyi.
"Stop!"
Liio Sheng Hongyi stood firmly in place with all his energy, like a nail.
"No one is allowed to move. I said, I will bear the responsibility for this humiliation and defeat."
At this point, blood was gushing from the corner of his mouth, his breath weak, he was already near death.
"President, you must not die."
"President, please hold on, the ambulance will be here soon."
...
Countless Karate disciples cried out in pain, many kneeling down.
The scene instantly filled with an atmosphere of tragic yet uplifting heroism.
Yang Fei was somewhat forlorn, looking at Liio Sheng Hongyi who was gradually losing signs of life, and softly said.
"There's no need for President Liio Sheng to be like this, I never intended to kill you."
Liio Sheng Hongyi showed a proud smile at the corner of his mouth.
"We each serve our own master, you love your country, but my love for Great Sang is certainly no less than yours."
"Even though you destroyed East Asian Karate, I have, with my life and blood, planted the seeds of martial arts revival in the hearts of many Karate disciples..."
His voice grew weaker and weaker, eventually becoming inaudible, his smile unchanged, yet he had lost his breath.
Countless Karate disciples rushed forward, holding Liio Sheng Hongyi's body, their cries shaking the sky, but no one cursed or provoked Yang Fei and the others anymore.
Clearly, Liio Sheng Hongyi's life made them accept the reality of defeat, while also planting the seeds for the revival of Karate.
Yang Fei listened to the cries of the Karate disciples echoing in the sky and sighed deeply.
Every nation has its own backbone, and Liio Sheng Hongyi was undoubtedly the hardest part of Sang Country's backbone.
Originally, through this confrontation, Yang Fei intended to completely defeat Karate, shatter the invincible belief in Karate among the disciples.
He had initially succeeded, but Liio Sheng Hongyi sacrificed his life to rekindle the fervor in these Karate disciples, rebuilding their martial arts faith in Karate.
Henry and Long Hai watched on, their blood boiling.
Once upon a time, a few of Huaxia's National Art Galleries were overpowered by the East Asia Martial Arts Alliance, unable to speak out.
But now the tables have turned, and the damn East Asia Martial Arts Alliance is also crushed by the power of the martial family.
This feeling is truly incredibly thrilling!
At this moment, a figure rushed over from afar, looking extremely panicked.
He squeezed into the crowd, then rushed to Long Hai and Henry's side, shouting loudly: "Eldest Senior Brother, something's wrong."
Long Hai looked closely and found that this person was one of the disciples of Longwei Martial Arts Gym.
He saw his left arm hanging, broken, and his left cheek was swollen, apparently having suffered a beating.
Long Hai was shocked and handed the working camera to Henry.
"Tie, what's wrong with you? Who did you fight with?"
Tie involuntarily touched his swollen cheek, furious yet extremely panicked.
"Ten minutes ago, a group of Sangguo Warriors entered Longwei Martial Arts Gym."
"Their Kung Fu is extremely formidable, the disciples couldn't withstand it, that group is currently rescuing those little devils tied to the poles."
"Damn it, a sneak attack, these bastards!"
Upon hearing this, Long Hai sprinted over to Yang Fei's side, whispered something in his ear.
Yang Fei remained calm, coldly saying: "The Sangguo Warrior reinforcements have arrived, let's go back and see."
At this moment, at Longwei Martial Arts Gym, a thin, unassuming Sang Country Taoist sat cross-legged at the entrance of the martial arts gym.
Behind him, the beautiful Chen Xingzhu dressed in black clothing and skirts, quietly watched the martial arts gym, filled with numerous Sang Country Warriors tied up.
Her expression was calm and indifferent, yet an invisible aura made her hard to underestimate.
Three or four Sang Country Warriors were lowering one Karate disciple after another, their expressions calm, not showing any agitation or anger.
On the other side, the disciples of Longwei Martial Arts Gym watched Chen Xingzhu and the seated martial arts master fearfully, not daring to intervene.
Before long, the Karate disciples rescued were standing densely in the courtyard of the martial arts gym.
They were wearing small shorts like loincloths, each with a dejected expression, silent.
The Sang Country Warrior sitting cross-legged was none other than the revered Sang Country Martial Saint, Jingtian Chuyi.
He stood up at this moment, glancing at the rescued Karate disciples, and said calmly.
"You've all worked hard, please follow me and leave."
Countless Karate disciples did not recognize this illustrious Sang Country Martial Arts master.
But seeing his extraordinary aura, each warrior felt ashamed, bowing their heads.
Yamamoto Kazuo, rendered dizzy by potent tranquilizers, had a fuzzy mind at this moment.
Seeing Jingtian Chuyi's aura, he suddenly shivered, surprised and confused.
"You... you are Master Martial Sage Jingtian?"
Jingtian Chuyi sighed deeply.
"What master? The path of martial arts is long, I have just gone a bit farther than you all."