Chapter 1589 - 1590: Collapse of Faith
At this moment, Jingtian Xiongyi was suddenly furious.
Yang Fei's words directly ignored Jingtian Xiongyi, and this guy's pretentious look was simply infuriating.
Jingtian Xiongyi was an experienced man in the Mortal World; although furious, he did not lose his composure and barely suppressed the murderous intent within his heart.
"You still have time to regret it now. As long as you hand over a million Rice Gold and kowtow three times to Buck, I'll only cripple your legs and spare your life."
Yang Fei looked at Jingtian Xiongyi with a playful smile.
"Compensate a million and break my legs, how embarrassing is that?"
"Master is a magnanimous person. The conditions you mentioned, I can reluctantly accept."
Speaking up to here, Yang Fei intensified his tone and shouted heavily.
"Obediently kowtow three times to Master and leave a million, then you won't need to break your legs, Master will let you go, but if you dare to defy, I'll kill but won't bury."
His voice was like a great bell, ringing in Jingtian Xiongyi's ears, causing them to buzz.
Jingtian Xiongyi took a while to react; this kid had directly reversed his own conditions, instantly making him furious.
"Kid, you're courting death!"
After Jingtian Xiongyi finished speaking, he summoned with a wave, and the three martial artists behind him charged at Yang Fei like wild bulls.
Jingtian Xiongyi's eyes revealed a look of pleasure.
These three martial artists were top-tier experts sent from headquarters, always idling within the gates, and now they finally had the chance to shine.
Jingtian Xiongyi squinted, his smile chillingly sinister.
He was absolutely certain that in less than three seconds, the bones of this pretty boy would be shattered by these three experts.
By then, what else could this boy have to say?
Jingtian Xiongyi's eyes even glanced at not far away Xiao Xuanya, feeling a bit heated in his heart.
If these three experts knocked down this pretty boy, then this peach-like woman would become his prey in bed tonight.
Yang Fei chuckled and exaggeratedly blew a breath of celestial energy into his palm.
"Since it's like this, don't blame Master for being impolite."
He charged like a shell towards the three experts.
Shui Rou stood on the side watching Yang Fei's unstoppable momentum, her mouth agape.
Bam!
Yang Fei charged to face the first expert and landed a hook punch on his abdomen.
The disciple's punch had just been thrown but hadn't hit Yang Fei yet, and he felt like he'd been hit by a D-shaped locomotive.
His body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and in mid-air, blood spurted wildly.
Another expert rushed to Yang Fei and threw a heavy punch at Yang Fei's left temple.
Yang Fei didn't even turn his head, grabbing his wrist and bending deeply to fling him over his back.
The expert slammed into the ground like a dead fish, immediately creating a large pit.
The ground's green bricks cracked, and the floor splintered.
The third expert rushed over and, seeing Yang Fei's divine might, trembled with fear, shrinking his head back and retreating involuntarily.
Yang Fei swung a palm with a draft, slapping just right on the disciple's cheek.
He emitted a scream like a slaughtered pig, clutching his cheeks with both hands, from between the fingers, abundant blood gushing out.
In less than ten seconds, Yang Fei had knocked down Jingtian Xiongyi's three most skilled experts, each severely injured and bloody.
Shui Rou was watching all this, her mouth agape, eyes wide open in disbelief.
She knew Yang Fei was powerful, but she didn't expect that even the skilled Three Kingdoms martial artists could not withstand Yang Fei's punches and kicks.
What does it mean to be a tiger among a flock of sheep, what does it mean to be invincible against a thousand troops?
In an instant, these ancient Huaxia idioms she'd read in books flashed through Shui Rou's mind.
She had never understood the meaning of these terms so clearly before.
Jingtian Xiongyi was also agape; he couldn't believe it, this pretty boy-looking guy was so ruthless.
In him, the ferocity of a lion and tiger, the strength of an elephant, the speed of a leopard were all fused together flawlessly.
Yang Fei slowly walked towards Jingtian Xiongyi, his lazy smile looked like a demon, making Jingtian Xiongyi feel terrified.
"So, are you willing to accept my conditions? Break your legs, leave a million, and then get lost."
Yang Fei spoke lightly, yawning as if he hadn't had enough sleep.
He even turned around and waved to Xiao Xuanya.
"Xuanya, what do you want for breakfast today? I'll make it for you later."
Xiao Xuanya smiled sweetly, her voice gentle.
"I want scallion mixed tofu and braised hairtail."
Yang Fei rubbed his hands together, as if he didn't even see Jingtian Xiongyi.
"Okay, after dealing with these ants, I'll cook for you."
The two conversed, completely disregarding Jingtian Xiongyi in front.
Jingtian Xiongyi, being a Martial Arts Master, couldn't take such humiliation and insult, shouting loudly.
"I'll fight with you."
He charged towards Yang Fei, like an angry lion, his fierce momentum causing an uproar in the crowd.
Just then, Yang Fei lifted his head, a red flash in his eyes.
Tiger Ghost!
Jingtian Xiongyi, caught in Yang Fei's gaze, shivered all over like a mouse seeing a cat.
His recently stirred courage suddenly vanished without a trace.
Yang Fei slowly approached Jingtian Xiongyi, his eyes tiger-like, gleaming with red light, fixed on Jingtian Xiongyi.
Jingtian Xiongyi stood frozen, his whole body cold, overwhelmed with immense fear.
This harmless pretty boy suddenly transformed into a white-fronted tiger, menacing and fierce.
Jingtian Xiongyi instinctively retreated, his legs trembling slightly, eyes filled with fear.
He glanced at the three top experts not far away, all barely breathing, severely injured and vomiting blood, his heart turning icy cold.
As the Dojo Master, Jingtian Xiongyi knew well the strong prowess of the three top experts Yang Fei had defeated.
These three experts were crack troops sent from headquarters.
One-on-one, Jingtian Xiongyi could gain the upper hand, one-on-two, it got a bit tricky, and with three, he would surely lose.
Yet Yang Fei took less than three seconds to knock these three experts flat.
This completely collapsed Jingtian Xiongyi's belief in his invincible Martial Arts.
Around the gate were many people; typically, such a crowd would be bustling and noisy.
Yet at this moment, the scene was silent, as if even the air had ceased to flow, eerily quiet.
Jingtian Xiongyi's Martial Arts wasn't very high, just at the Transformation Realm.
However, on this small Li Island, he had never met a rival, which bred his arrogant, "I'm-the-best" attitude,
But at this moment, everyone saw clearly, this strongest fighter of Li Island was as weak as a baby in front of Yang Fei.
He was like a lamb under a tiger's claw, trembling.
Yang Fei walked up to Jingtian Xiongyi, eyes glinting with a strange red light.
He coldly stared at Jingtian Xiongyi: "So, are you convinced?"