Chapter 1596 - 1597: You're Not Worth My Time
Yang Fei handed the recommendation letter to the big man. The big man glanced at it and immediately sneered.
"Has someone from the Li Island Qianji Style Dojo come too? Did your turtle-like Dojo Master send you here? Why didn't he come himself?"
Yang Fei looked at the guy indifferently, with a somewhat dazed expression.
"Yeah, why didn't he come himself? I'm also curious."
At this point, Yang Fei chuckled self-deprecatingly.
"Perhaps he thinks I am more qualified to be one of the top ten experts than he is?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the big man with a face full of muscle burst into wild laughter.
"Just you? Pfft!"
The big man spat heavily on the ground, causing dust to rise.
Yang Fei looked coldly at the big man, his sharply defined face carrying the arrogance of a small-time character. "What? You don't accept it?"
The big man's eyes held a needle-like mocking look.
"Ridiculous, the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament is full of experts, only ten names make it to the list. Do you think you can make it?"
Yang Fei looked at the big man strangely.
"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear what I just said? Why can't I be one of the top ten experts?"
After hearing Yang Fei's words, the big man laughed heartily, looking at Yang Fei as if he were looking at an idiot.
He shook his head and spat again on the ground.
"Turns out, you're a damn fool. For Jingtian Xiongyi's sake, I'll spare you. Hurry up and get lost."
Yang Fei sneered coldly, looking at him indifferently.
"What if I don't leave?"
The big man immediately became furious, striding towards Yang Fei with a face full of a sinister smile.
"If you don't leave, I'll break every bone in your body and throw you out."
Yang Fei stood his ground, coldly watching the big man without saying a word.
Just as the big man got closer to Yang Fei, a white-haired elder suddenly walked out from the main entrance.
The big man was startled upon seeing the elder and immediately bowed in salute.
"Greetings, Great Elder!"
The elder glanced at Yang Fei and said indifferently, "What's going on?"
The big man sulkily looked at Yang Fei, "This kid deliberately came to cause trouble."
As he spoke, he recounted the events, and the elder took the recommendation letter from the big man, pondered for a moment, and said faintly.
"Since he was recommended by Jingtian Xiongyi from Li Island, let's give him a little face and assign him to the miscellaneous duties team."
The big man dared not speak further, bowed respectfully, "Yes, Great Elder."
The elder glanced indifferently at Yang Fei, said nothing, and slowly walked out with his hands behind his back.
Yang Fei watched the elder's steps, his eyes flickering, secretly amazed.
The elder's Essence Qi was exceedingly vigorous; he was actually a Great Grandmaster of Gang Strength Super God.
This Qianji Style, being a major Karate sect, indeed was full of hidden masters.
With the Great Elder speaking, the big man dared not act rashly, waving his hand.
"Kid, consider yourself lucky, follow me."
Yang Fei followed the big man to a room on the left, registered his sect and name.
Finally, the big man gave Yang Fei a number plate with the emblem of Qianji Style on it.
The big man looked coldly at Yang Fei, cursing under his breath.
"This is your number plate, with this, you can enter the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament venue."
"But let me warn you, don't dream about being one of the top ten experts at the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament, such honor is definitely not for pretty boys like you."
"You may not even make it through the internal competition, don't let your words get ahead of you."
Yang Fei took the number plate, looked at the bear-like sturdy big man, said nothing, and turned to walk out of the office.
As soon as he stepped outside, a young man in his twenties strode in.
He bumped into Yang Fei without a care for anyone.
The guy glared at Yang Fei, snorted disdainfully.
"Are you blind, looking for death?"
Yang Fei looked up at him, a cold flash passing through his eyes.
This person, seeing Yang Fei dare to stare back, became furious, but unsure of Yang Fei's background, he refrained from acting.
He suddenly saw the big man registering inside the room and coldly snorted.
"Matsushita, where did this kid come from?"
The big man Matsushita glanced at the young Martial Artist and stood up immediately, his face all ingratiating.
"So the Eldest Senior Brother is here, please have a seat, I'll pour you a cup of water."
As he spoke, he indeed poured a cup of water for the Eldest Senior Brother and glared fiercely at Yang Fei.
"Fool, you have no awareness at all, this is Miyakawa, the number one young expert of Qianji Style, Eldest Senior Brother, hurry up and apologize."
Yang Fei turned around, casting a faint glance at Miyakawa.
He noticed this guy's entire body brimming with Xueqi, burning Essence Qi like flames, scorching to touch.
With just one look, Yang Fei knew Miyakawa's Martial Arts Skills were extraordinary, just one step shy of breaking through to the Realm of Gang Strength Super God.
However, such a person in Yang Fei's eyes was nothing but an ant.
Miyakawa saw that Yang Fei not only didn't apologize but also looked at him with a strangely disdainful expression.
His originally calmed anger surged again.
Miyakawa, being a proud master among the younger generation of Qianji Style, had never met someone so indifferent.
At this moment, Yang Fei spoke.
He lazily glanced at Miyakawa, muttered something to himself, then walked out the door with an expression of disdain.
This took Matsushita by surprise, and he involuntarily glanced at Miyakawa.
Miyakawa shouted, "Stop, what did you say?"
Yang Fei halted his steps, turned around, exuding a languid aura that incited howls.
"Sorry, you're not worth my time!"
Miyakawa almost doubted his ears upon hearing this.
His Martial Arts Realm, just one step away from reaching Gang Strength Super God's realm, was unmatched among Qianji Style's young generation.
No one had ever dared to say such arrogant words in front of Miyakawa.
Fuming, he suppressed his anger and walked right up to Yang Fei.
"Who exactly are you?"
Matsushita chimed in from the side, maliciously saying.
"This kid was recommended by Jingtian Xiongyi, the Dojo Master from Li Island Qianji Style Dojo."
"He has high aspirations; his goal is to be one of the top ten experts at the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament this year. Eldest Senior Brother should be careful not to offend him, haha."
Miyakawa was taken aback, Matsushita seized the opportunity to relay Yang Fei's previous words to him.
Upon hearing this, Miyakawa, too, burst into laughter alongside Matsushita.
As the two are laughing at Yang Fei, five or six more Qianji Style disciples walked into the office.
Matsushita maliciously recounted Yang Fei's bold words, and everyone looked at pretty boy Yang Fei in disbelief, bursting into laughter together.
"Damn, the top ten experts at the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament are Martial Arts Masters standing at the world peak, this kid really dares to dream."
"Last year, among the top ten listed experts at the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament, our Karate Alliance accounted for four. Does this kid plan to outshine one of them today?"
"Haha, who knows, maybe he's confident the title of Karate top ten expert is already in his grasp."
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Yang Fei listened to everyone's ridicule, also not bothered to respond.
He just needed the identity of a Qianji Style disciple, with no need to stir any conflict with this bunch.
As for these ants, Yang Fei didn't even have the interest to act; they were just too weak!
Yet, Miyakawa's eyes remained fixed on Yang Fei.
Seeing Yang Fei about to walk out, Miyakawa coldly snorted.
"Stop right there!"