Chapter 1429 - 1430: The Mighty Uncle Master
Jingtian Chuyi also looked at Yang Fei indifferently.
In his eyes, Yang Fei was just an ant who hadn't yet broken through the True Martial Realm.
If positions were reversed, such a person wouldn't even qualify to be Jingtian Chuyi's disciple.
However, strangely, Jingtian Chuyi sensed a faint threat coming from Yang Fei.
This sense of annihilation-like threat, Jingtian Chuyi had only ever felt from Lord Jing Kongzhao.
Jingtian Chuyi's Sixth Sense was so refined that he could perceive the slightest whispers of fortune and misfortune.
Thus, even though the feeling was faint, it was distinctly present, making Jingtian Chuyi extra cautious.
A top Martial Saint from Sang Country and a latter-stage Super Strong Being from Huaxia, like two beasts unexpectedly encountering each other in the wilderness.
They studied each other, wary of each other, filled with probing intentions.
Many Sangguo Warriors cursed harshly, and some Chinese martial artists joined in the yelling.
Amidst the uproar, Yang Fei and Jingtian Chuyi turned a deaf ear, attentively observing the other.
Finally, Jingtian Chuyi sighed long and nodded earnestly.
"I haven't misjudged; you must be my lifelong rival!"
This statement from Jingtian Chuyi shocked everyone.
Given his status, his words were like gold-plated laws.
No one could discern Yang Fei's cultivation, but through this one sentence, Yang Fei's status and position soared in everyone's eyes.
"So fierce, this guy actually ranks among Martial Saints!"
"Heavens, he's so powerful, no wonder he single-handedly challenged the East Asia Martial Arts Alliance!"
"Do you think, could the Martial Saint have made a mistake... Wait, why are you covering my mouth?"
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Someone had just raised doubt when their companion covered their mouth.
What kind of figure was Jingtian Chuyi—how could his words be questioned by ordinary people?
As the crowd debated, Yang Fei smiled bitterly.
"Such an honor, but if possible, who the heck would want to be your opponent? You're so shameless."
Yang Fei felt aggrieved that this guy was already a Half-Step Spirit Martial expert yet chose him as the sole opponent.
It was like being forced into a difficult task whether suitable or not.
Such bullying.
Despite wailing inwardly, his face showed seriousness, smugness, and blatant lies, criticizing Jingtian Chuyi.
This demeanor in everyone's eyes made Yang Fei seem more inscrutable.
Any ordinary martial artist would faint on the spot if designated as the sole opponent by Jingtian Chuyi.
Jingtian Chuyi smiled slightly, indifferently saying.
"Today you killed many Sang Country warriors and drove the East Asia Alliance out of Luoshanji. This grudge must be resolved."
"At the World Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament, you and I will represent Huaxia and Sang Country in a fight to the death."
As he spoke, a surge of uncontrollable killing intent flashed in his calm eyes.
Every martial artist present felt a chill, as if terror invaded them, leaving them speechless.
Yang Fei, at the forefront, suffered even more.
He quickly activated Turtle Extreme to suppress the fear within, resisting Jingtian Chuyi's pressure.
Jingtian Chuyi released his imposing aura, yet saw Yang Fei quietly withstand it, gaining further respect for his power.
Jingtian Chuyi said indifferently: "Three months hence, the first day of the lunar month, at the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament, you and I will fight to the death, witnessed by all present."
He then turned, surveying the surroundings, and said coolly.
"The martial arts grudge between Luoshanji Huaxia and Sang Country ends here. You all may disperse."
With those words, he cupped his hands toward Yang Fei, waved his sleeve, and left directly.
Countless Karate Disciples surrounded Jingtian Chuyi, retreating like a tide.
This battle ended in crushing defeat for Sang Country warriors, but in the final moments, Jingtian Chuyi appeared.
He didn't need to pose or make speeches, yet thoroughly restored the dignity of Sang Country warriors.
Yang Fei watched Jingtian Chuyi leave, muttering curses: "Bastard, such arrogance."
Only when the Sang Country Taoist left did Long Hai and Henry rush to Yang Fei's side.
The two appeared excessively frightened, unsettled.
"Mas... Master Uncle, you actually accepted Jingtian Chuyi's challenge, what now?"
Long Hai stammered, even though Jingtian Chuyi had left, his lingering effects persisted as Long Hai and Henry gasped heavily.
Other disciples also surrounded him anxiously, chattering worriedly.
"What do we do? Jingtian Chuyi is too terrifying!"
"Damn it, Jingtian Chuyi is a peerless master on par with Martial God; how can Master Uncle defeat him?"
"I think this is a conspiracy, Jingtian Chuyi challenging Master Uncle is clearly a setup!"
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Listening to everyone's discussion, Yang Fei said calmly: "Don't worry, when soldiers come, block them; when water comes, divert it."
"No matter how formidable Jingtian Chuyi is, he won't sever my manhood. Rest assured, if he doesn't kneel and sing 'Conquered,' I won't rest!"
Upon hearing Yang Fei's words, all disciples were stunned.
Even Martial God, invincible lord amongst the Chinese people, probably wouldn't dare exhibit such arrogance.
Long Hai looked at Yang Fei suspiciously: "Master Uncle, are you confident in defeating Jingtian Chuyi?"
Yang Fei displayed a look of calm tranquility.
"Rest assured, I have my ways, and when the time comes, we'll all attend the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament for some lively action."
All the disciples felt that Master Uncle truly was unfathomable, as he showed no fear of Jingtian Chuyi; they breathed a sigh of relief and cheered.
"Master Uncle is mighty!"
"When the time comes, let's all attend the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament and watch Master Uncle display his Divine Might, thrashing those little devils."
"So exciting, the only martial arts expert among the Chinese people able to confront Jingtian Chuyi is indeed Master Uncle!"
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Everyone discussed fervently, their eyes expressing awe and flattery, leaving Yang Fei feeling like he was floating on air, smiling broadly.
Before long, everyone respectfully escorted Yang Fei into the courtyard. Yang Fei excused himself, claiming fatigue, and many disciples departed.
After the disciples left the room, Long Hai and Henry remained, looking at Yang Fei suspiciously.
"Master Uncle, are you really going to fight Jingtian Chuyi?"
The previously inscrutable Yang Fei, now seated on a Pi Gu chair, wailed.
"Who the hell wants to fight this damn bastard? He's Half-Step Spirit Martial, and could break through to become a true Spirit Martial Master anytime. How could I defeat him?"
This stunned Long Hai and Henry, as they gazed at Yang Fei.
"But, Master Uncle, why did you agree to Jingtian Chuyi's challenge?"