Chapter 1597 - 1598: One Finger
Yang Fei was finally getting a bit impatient.
Being provoked over and over again, even a clay Bodhisattva couldn't help but feel a bit angry.
Miyakawa saw Yang Fei turn back, suddenly sensing a fierce and terrifying aura rise from his body.
His heart involuntarily skipped a beat.
Yang Fei's eyes bore into Miyakawa: "What do you want?"
When he said this, Yang Fei's tone became very calm again.
Under the gaze of everyone, Miyakawa suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
A profound fear emerged within him.
He didn't even know where this fear stemmed from.
As if walking alone in the forest and suddenly discovering a wolf worshipping the moon.
However, this feeling only lasted for a moment.
In the next second, Yang Fei in front of Miyakawa seemed to be that harmless pretty boy, looking like he could be slapped into tears.
Miyakawa felt ashamed for his fear moment ago.
How could he possibly show weakness in front of such a coward who didn't even have Essence Qi?
Miyakawa gritted his teeth and blocked Yang Fei's path.
"You still haven't apologized to me!"
Yang Fei looked coldly at Miyakawa, neither explaining nor apologizing.
Yet strangely, under such a calm gaze, a layer of cold sweat emerged on Miyakawa's back.
This pretty boy who seemed cowardly appeared like an imposing mountain hovering in midair, giving off a sensation of dark clouds pressing down on a threatened city.
His breathing became rapid, and it seemed the air in his lungs was squeezed out by those authoritative eyes.
This suffocating sense of oppression, even when facing his master, Miyakawa had never felt.
His heart felt heavy, his breathing difficult, his expression dazed.
Others did not notice Miyakawa's oddity, as a guy nearby shouted loudly.
"Do you know who Lord Miyakawa is? Offend him, and you'll never find a place in Qianji Style again."
"Here's a word of advice, bow your head and apologize obediently, perhaps Lord Miyakawa might spare your life."
Yang Fei hadn't thought that the factions within Qianji Style were so fierce, it seemed that wanting to be discreet and leave unscathed was impossible.
Yet Yang Fei was unaware that Qianji Style was not a unified bloc either.
Miyakawa and Matsushita belonged to Second Elder Fujino Tsuyoshi's faction.
Whereas the Li Island branch Dojo Master, Jingtian Xiongyi belonged to Third Elder Koizumi's faction.
Yang Fei's stature was that of an expert from the Li Island branch of Qianji Style, naturally, this bunch wanted to make things difficult and mock him.
At this moment, at the window on the second floor, Second Elder Fujino Tsuyoshi was watching this farce with great interest.
Seeing many disciples stirring up trouble, Fujino Tsuyoshi couldn't help but laugh.
Downstairs, Yang Fei slowly raised his head, his eyes like a falcon, fixed on each person present.
He suddenly chuckled, showing a mouthful of white teeth.
"If you want me to bow, it's not impossible, as long as you can withstand one punch from me."
"One punch?"
Everyone burst into laughter.
This pretty boy just barely stronger than a student who couldn't squash a chicken, dared to say that!
It seemed that this ruffian in Mortal World had made boasting a habit, giving no thought to the consequences.
A rough big man with a face full of acne lazily walked up to Yang Fei, his eyes full of mocking laughter.
"Forget about one punch, even if I take a hundred punches, so what? If you can hurt me, it's your skill."
Yang Fei smirked, extending his fist to show it off in front of the big man, then lifted a finger.
"Someone like you, if you can withstand the power of one finger, you win."
This acne-faced big man, tall and sturdy, his physique like a wall.
Standing in front of Yang Fei, he towered over him, exuding a powerful presence.
The acne-faced big man, hearing Yang Fei's words, burst out laughing, sticking his chest out pridefully.
"Come on, I want to see how your finger's strength can defeat me."
Others looked at Yang Fei as if looking at a fool, all bursting out in laughter.
"Holy crap, such a boastful King is really invincible, relying entirely on talk without true Kung Fu."
"Hahaha, I'm so scared; I'm scared his finger is the legendary Immortal Finger."
"Better not hold back later, beat this kid into a dead dog and throw him out, we don't need such a boastful King in Qianji Style."
...
Yang Fei seemed not to hear everyone's discussions, slowly extending his left middle finger towards the acne-faced big man's chest.
His speed was incredibly slow, sluggishly moving forward like a snail.
Everyone's eyes focused on his finger.
The acne-faced big man sneered in disdain, simply standing still.
His fingers were thin and white~ delicate, even more refined than a woman's fingers.
To believe such fingers could hurt anyone was like believing a sow could climb trees.
No sooner said than done, Yang Fei's finger slowly touched the well-built chest muscles of the big man, then quickly retracted.
This dragonfly-like touch made everyone burst into laughter again.
Someone laughed so hard they couldn't catch their breath, clutching their belly squatting on the ground.
", truly hilarious, my eyes are really opened today, there's someone so shameless."
"It's truly losing face for Qianji Style, doesn't Jingtian Xiongyi that old guy know? Sending such a disgraceful character out."
...
Bam!
At this moment, the acne-faced big man suddenly spewed a mouthful of blood, then his body fell flatly backward like a log chopped by a heavy axe.
The blood from his mouth sprayed outward, extremely frightening.
And his chest had sunken deeply in, as if struck with a massive iron hammer.
Silent!
Deathly silence!
Everyone stared with their mouths agape at the scarred big man on the ground, their hearts overwhelmed to the extreme!
Even in the most horrifying, profound nightmares, they had never heard of.
With just the power of one finger, someone could be struck like this.
Who on earth was this monster?
Yang Fei slowly withdrew his finger, a faint smile on his face, yet the look in his eyes was extremely cold.
This bone-chilling smile floated on his handsome, fair face, making everyone afraid to look directly.
Yang Fei looked around, finally fixing his gaze on Miyakawa's face.
"So, can I leave now?"
Miyakawa's body trembled, his face ashen.
He claimed to be the top expert of Qianji Style, utterly unable to fathom the magnitude of Yang Fei's finger strength?
Yang Fei looked at the dumbstruck crowd, gave a cold smile, turned around and left.
At the second-floor window, Second Elder Fujino Tsuyoshi also stared dumbstruck at Yang Fei's departing figure.
A massive fear, like the wings of death, enveloped Fujino Tsuyoshi's head.
Finger unleashed Siege Hammer's power, striking a point, exploding and spreading throughout the body.
Such Kung Fu, hadn't even been seen by Fujino Tsuyoshi, much less heard of.
An expert indeed.