Chapter 1592 - 1593: Strength?
Jingtian Xiongyi let out a cold snicker, looking at Senior Brother Yamamoto indifferently.
"Do you dare disobey my decision?"
Senior Brother Yamamoto shivered at the sinister look in Jingtian Xiongyi's eyes.
Although he secretly resented Jingtian Xiongyi, publicly, Jingtian was the Dojo Master of Lidao Qianji Flow Martial Dao Dojo.
To openly challenge him was not a wise move.
Even if it led to Xijing Qianji Liu Martial Arts Dojo's headquarters, he certainly wouldn't receive support.
Thinking of this, Senior Brother Yamamoto changed his tone, eyes lowered, speaking indifferently.
"This Vice Hall Master is quite unfamiliar. I wonder where he came from?"
"He became the Vice Hall Master upon entering the dojo; I doubt anyone is convinced of his capabilities. Does he truly have the strength?"
Yang Fei, watching quietly from the side, knew trouble was coming upon hearing Senior Brother Yamamoto's words.
Sure enough, Jingtian Xiongyi let out a vicious laugh upon hearing Yamamoto.
Then, he slowly turned his head, looking around at the disciples.
"I believe all of you have similar doubts. In martial arts, strength is revered."
"If anyone doubts Mr. Yang's abilities, feel free to challenge him."
"Whoever can defeat Mr. Yang will become the Vice Hall Master of the Qianji Style Dojo."
Senior Brother Yamamoto snickered, sizing up Yang Fei.
Ever since breaking through the True Martial Realm, Yang Fei's body had evolved further; his skin was pale and transparent, and he looked slightly younger.
Even his iron-blooded military aura had disappeared, resembling an eighteen or nineteen-year-old student.
Yamamoto noticed this pretty boy had no Essence Qi movements and seemed lacking in Xueqi as well.
This weakling could be easily slapped into tears.
Yamamoto felt secretly pleased but couldn't help feeling puzzled.
He had competed openly and covertly with Jingtian Xiongyi for many years, knowing that the old guy had deep machinations.
If he wanted to deal with him, there was no way he would send someone so useless.
What on earth was this old guy planning?
No time to ponder now, Yamamoto had coveted the Vice Hall Master position for a long time, even roping in Elders from headquarters.
No matter the background of this young man, Yamamoto had to stop him from becoming Vice Hall Master, or his plans would be wasted.
Other disciples, hearing Jingtian Xiongyi, also sized up Yang Fei with curiosity, skepticism, and disdain.
Yet Yang Fei stood quietly in place, seemingly harmless, very inexperienced.
Seeing this, they shook their heads repeatedly.
"Not sure what the Dojo Master is thinking. This pretty boy doesn't seem to know Kung Fu. How can he fight?"
"Dojo Master might have his reasons. This pretty boy could be connected to some powerful family in Xijing, flaunting here with his family's influence."
"Bah, I detest such people, Young Master Dog!"
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Listening to the chatter, Yang Fei smiled wryly.
He knew if he wanted to enter the Qianji Style Dojo, he had to pass this hurdle.
Yamamoto scrutinized Yang Fei, a bit apprehensive about Yang's identity.
He didn't dare provoke the noble clan disciples of Xijing, as doing so would lead to disaster.
Maintaining a superficial smile, he spoke.
"May I ask your name, place of birth, and who taught you?"
Before Yang Fei could reply, Jingtian Xiongyi interjected.
"The Vice Hall Master is named Yang Fei, and he's not from Sang Country. I recognized his talent and personally recommended him to our dojo."
Upon hearing Jingtian Xiongyi, Yamamoto laughed, his smile dripping with malicious intent.
"If that's the case, don't blame me for my ruthless approach."
He said, glancing at Jingtian Xiongyi.
"Dojo Master, does your earlier statement still hold? If anyone defeats Mr. Yang, can they become our dojo's Vice Hall Master?"
Jingtian Xiongyi's smile was increasingly cryptic.
"When have my words not held true?"
"Defeat Mr. Yang, and I'll immediately report and recommend you to become the Vice Hall Master of our dojo."
Yamamoto suddenly turned, bowing to Yang Fei.
"Then, I challenge Mr. Yang and humbly request your guidance."
Yang Fei lazily gazed at him, like a lion looking at the lamb beneath its paw, silently cursing 'fool' in his heart.
This look greatly displeased Yamamoto.
Suppressing his anger, his eyes revealed murderous intent as he extended his hand to Yang Fei.
"Mr. Yang, please."
With that, Yamamoto moved to the center of the training ground, slightly bowing to Yang Fei per Karate's customs.
Yang Fei lazily strolled over, casually lit a cigarette, took a deep puff.
"You may begin."
Seeing that guy treating him with disdain, the feeling of contempt ignited Yamamoto's fury.
Yamamoto shouted and leaped forward, then soared into the air, delivering a high kick towards Yang Fei's Taiyang acupoint.
The Qianji Style martial arts emphasizes brute force over finesse, focusing intensely on strength and momentum.
Yamamoto's kick had broken stone pillars with a thickness akin to a barrel.
Not just a person—even a large tree couldn't withstand it; it would split in half relentlessly.
Bang!
A muffled sound thundered in the air, akin to an explosion.
That was Yamamoto's kick shattering the air, creating an immense noise.
Even a Mingjin Master could shatter the air with a strike.
Yet, no one had ever heard or seen such a tremendous sound.
All the disciples were startled.
No one expected Yamamoto's leg skills to reach such a level.
Even Jingtian Xiongyi was slightly moved.
He hadn't anticipated Yamamoto's Kung Fu getting so advanced.
Yang Fei continued smoking, watching Yamamoto indifferently.
He seemed completely unaware Yamamoto's leg shattering kick aimed at his Taiyang acupoint.
Suspended aerially, Yamamoto smirked.
He knew he guessed correctly; this pretty boy knew nothing of martial arts.
This pretty boy was likely brought by Jingtian Xiongyi to hinder himself, as a scapegoat.
If that were the case, Yamamoto wouldn't mind sending the pretty boy to the Western Paradise, thwarting Jingtian Xiongyi's plans, delivering a strong warning.
Just then, Yang Fei suddenly reached out.
His left hand, like a fly swatter, seized Yamamoto's ankle effortlessly.
This freaked everyone out.
Nobody expected such a quick move; almost no one saw how he did it.
Yamamoto was shaken, aware his kick exceeded 800 kilograms of force.
Yet, this pretty boy gripped his ankle as if exerting no effort.
Expert!
An absolute expert!