Chapter 1588 - 1589: Ruthless Resolve
If Buck gets crushed in the Martial Contest for Discourse, Takeda Yuichi will just have to accept it.
Even though he accepted Buck as an Outer door disciple, he utterly despised this Li Island native, never sharing real Kung Fu.
However, what Takeda Yuichi couldn't tolerate was that Buck actually fell at Li Wang Town.
Moreover, he lost to someone utterly mysterious, of unknown origin.
If this news reaches the ears of those big shots at the headquarters of Xijing Qianji Style, it would be disastrous!
This karate dojo may not be large, but it is quite profitable.
If those important figures at the headquarters find out that such a mistake occurred in Jingtian Yuichi's jurisdiction.
Then Takeda Yuichi's position as the dojo master definitely wouldn't be secure.
During the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament, any mishaps in a dojo are amplified and heavily punished by the headquarters.
Thinking about this, Jingtian Yuichi couldn't sit still, he looked slyly at the bright moon in the sky, secretly getting vicious.
"This is the perfect chance to establish authority using this outsider, giving a warning to other karate factions before the Martial Golden Sword begins."
As for the opponent's strength, Jingtian Yuichi didn't consider it at all.
Buck was just an Outer door disciple, a bit stronger than an average person, beating Buck up was nothing difficult.
Now, Jingtian Yuichi planned to personally take action, surely making that kid realize what real Qianji Style is.
Early next morning, Yang Fei was diligently practicing Extreme Tiger, while Xiao Xuanya was lounging in her room, writing an article.
Ever since her Heavenly Fragrance and National Beauty Charming Art failed last night, Xiao Xuanya feared facing Yang Fei.
Her Charming Art faltering, she worried her mind would lose control, providing Yang Fei more advantage, leaving her with no room to fight back.
At this moment, the front door suddenly swung open, Shui Rou rushed into the courtyard.
Her pale face was full of panic.
"Not good, Mr. Yang, the Qianji Style people are here, the convoy has reached the street entrance of Li Wang Town.
Yang Fei observed with third eye, focusing his mind, gradually gathering his Essence Qi, nurturing it in his Dantian.
He glanced at Shui Rou, face calm.
"Don't panic, they're only arriving now, it's already too late."
Shui Rou looked at Yang Fei's composed demeanor, eyes widened.
"You... aren't you in the least scared? The People of Sang Country are very vicious, you should quickly avoid them, don't confront them directly."
Yang Fei let out a cold laugh, waving his hand.
"It's fine, just watch from the side and see how I handle this bunch."
They barely exchanged a few words when cries erupted from outside the long street, accompanied by chaotic footsteps.
"Not good, the People of Sang Country have arrived."
"They must be here to stick up for Buck, what a loyal lackey."
"Oh my, the karate dojo master himself came, that young man is doomed."
...
Listening to the voices from the street and alleys outside, Shui Rou turned pale.
Xiao Xuanya heard the commotion outside and stepped out from her room.
Xiao Yaojing had changed out of the camouflage suit, now wearing a fiery red long dress.
The soft flowing fabric clung to her skin, revealing her beautiful curves without omission.
Yang Fei's eyes brightened when he saw Xiao Yaojing, clicking his tongue in admiration.
"Yaxuan, I find you becoming more beautiful and enchanting."
Xiao Yaojing cast Yang Fei a sidelong glance, gazing at him with a half-smile, eyes like little hooks.
"Really? But if I can't make your heart move, what's the use?"
Xiao Yaojing's beauty stunned even Shui Rou.
She lowered her head in silence, glancing at Yang Fei, secretly feeling sour.
Yang Fei avoided Xiao Yaojing's fiery gaze, yet secretly praised.
If Xiao Yaojing was a peony captivating among the masses, then Shui Rou was a shy grass by the roadside.
His attention focused on Xiao Yaojing and Shui Rou, disregarding the commotion outside.
Just then, the courtyard gate was suddenly kicked open.
Seven or eight burly big men rushed into the courtyard, splitting left and right, standing with heads bowed.
A man in his forties, dressed in Martial Arts Uniform and wearing wooden clogs, walked into the courtyard.
This guy had a horse face, an extraordinarily large nose, completely disproportioned features.
His facial features appeared as if drawn by a clumsy cartoonist, like an abstract painting.
Yet, nobody dared laugh at him, nor even dared glance at him.
His body emanated a scorching Essence Qi, and a thick aura of killing intent.
His cold, elongated eyes showed no emotion; anyone looking into them would shiver uncontrollably.
This horse-faced man was Jingtian Yuichi.
Yang Fei drew a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it as he lazily smoked.
His eyes squinted slightly, "Who are you? And why do you intrude into my courtyard?"
Jingtian Yuichi coldly watched Yang Fei, attempting to sense the Essence Qi on him.
But Jingtian Yuichi soon laughed disdainfully, lips curling downwards in contempt.
From Yang Fei, Jingtian Yuichi sensed no Essence Qi fluctuations.
Such a Martial Artist could at best perform some basic Grappling Fight, techniques easily defeated by Jingtian Yuichi.
What Jingtian Yuichi didn't know was that after Yang Fei's breakthrough with Snake Stupefaction, his aura was deeply hidden.
Though he'd reached the True Martial Realm, ordinary people couldn't sense his power, nor discern Yang Fei's Martial Arts Realm.
Even not only Jingtian Yuichi as an ordinary Martial Arts master, but also a Spiritual Martial Arts Master would struggle to uncover Yang Fei's true ability.
Jingtian Yuichi intensely gazed at Yang Fei, words erupting one by one from his mouth.
"You injured my disciple Buck, today I've come to regain my honor; do you dare to fight me?"
Yang Fei looked genuinely surprised.
"I never thought, a waste like Buck actually had a mentor."
"If it's a martial fight you want, but without stakes, I won't bother."
Watching Yang Fei's idle demeanor, Jingtian Yuichi seethed with rage.
"What stakes do you want?"
Yang Fei waved his middle finger at him.
"How about this, each of us puts up a million Rice Gold as stakes, the winner takes all, do you dare?"
Jingtian Yuichi burst into laughter upon hearing Yang Fei, his cold eyes growing colder.
"Fine, since you wish to die and also give me money, I'll gladly accept."
Yang Fei shook his head, giving Jingtian Yuichi a meaningful look.
"Who will win or lose remains to be seen, but I advise you to wear extra pants so you won't look bad only in your underwear if you lose."
Jingtian Yuichi coldly stared at Yang Fei, "Your joke isn't funny at all."
"I hope you remember one thing, you're facing the eighth-ranked Martial Arts master of the Qianji Style – Jingtian Yuichi."
Here Jingtian Yuichi deliberately paused, glancing around.
As expected, shocked exclamations erupted among the crowd.
"Oh no, Takeda Yuichi himself is taking action."
"Will Mr. Yang's bones be broken, what a pity."
"He provoked Buck, so Jingtian Yuichi surely acts, I'm just puzzled why he didn't flee yesterday."
...
Listening to the crowd's talk, Yang Fei shook his head, looking confused.
"Who's Jingtian Yuichi? Never heard of him!"