Chapter 1605 - 1606: Ruthless and Relentless
Koizumi and Fujino Tsuyoshi never got along, and seeing Fujino Tsuyoshi from afar, he prolonged his voice.
"Since the Sect Master has already made a decision, don't make things difficult for the disciples."
"Everyone knows why you're looking for the Former Sect Master; don't waste your efforts."
Fujino Tsuyoshi suddenly turned around, his eyes glaring like copper bells.
"What I want to do, don't you want the same? I'm just more honest than you."
The Great Elder Yuanben Hua shook his head, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes.
"Don't bicker, all of you. This kid wants to be the Sect Master of the Qianji Style, but we have to see if he's up to it."
"He's about to take part in the qualification assessment for the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament. We'll evaluate him thoroughly then."
At this point, a trace of coldness flashed in Yuanben Hua's eyes.
"Even if he's the disciple of the Former Sect Master, the Heavenly God Hammer isn't necessarily invincible."
"There are many experts within the sect. If he can't stand out, don't blame us for not accepting this Sect Master appointment."
"Alright, I'll listen to the Eldest Senior Brother."
"Me too."
With that, both Koizumi and Fujino Tsuyoshi conceded.
The old ginger is spicier. Yuanben Hua's move to pull the rug from under the feet was both ruthless and strategic.
Just then, the office door was pushed open, and a disciple rushed in in a panic.
"Not good, Great Elder, the Iron Mountain Style people have come to challenge!"
Iron Mountain Style?
The three elders widened their eyes. Fujino Tsuyoshi, who had a particularly volatile temper, slammed the table hard.
"Who the hell gave them the guts to cause trouble here in the Qianji Style?"
Koizumi also stood up abruptly, a thick murderous intent radiating from his cold eyes.
"Iron Mountain Style? Great, I haven't fought them in a long time."
Among the three great elders, only Yuanben Hua remained calm.
He gestured with his hand for his two junior brothers to stay calm.
Yuanben Hua said indifferently: "Iron Mountain Style and our Qianji Style are both factions of Karate, from the same origin."
"Before the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament takes place, it's unlikely their higher-ups would engage in major conflict with us. It's probably just some young disciples coming to stir up trouble."
Koizumi sat straight in his chair, his face looking terrible.
"It could be because we're temporarily changing sect masters, and they see our internal strife and deliberately come to provoke and test us."
Yuanben Hua nodded: "That possibility exists, but we should remain calm. To ward off external threats, first stabilize internally."
In the multitude of Karate factions, they can form alliances against external enemies, but internally, they are not a united front.
The factions contend fiercely with each other for resources and business.
The Qianji Style was originally a niche faction but suddenly rose to power ten years ago, seizing most of Iron Mountain Style's resources and new students.
Over these years, Iron Mountain Style and the Qianji Style have been at odds, often clashing fiercely.
Challenging each other on home turf and even engaging in underground Black Fist gambling matches is no secret.
The Karate Alliance headquarters has repeatedly stepped in to mediate their conflict.
Even so, the feud and hatred between the two have only grown larger.
Now, on the eve of the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament, numerous Karate factions vie for slots in the tournament, with open and covert struggles emerging in an endless stream.
At a time like this, it's not surprising that Iron Mountain Style would come looking for Qianji Style.
The disciple stood at the door, waiting dumbfounded for the three great elders to make a decision.
"Great Elder, what should we do now? Eldest Senior Brother Miyakawa has already started fighting them."
Yuanben Hua slowly sat down, expressionless.
"Let Miyakawa handle this matter. On the eve of the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament, we should exercise restraint and not stoop to the level of those Iron Mountain Style fools."
Both Fujino Tsuyoshi and Koizumi nodded.
Fujino Tsuyoshi waved a hand at the disciple standing at the door.
"Go tell Miyakawa not to hold back. Teach these guys who deliberately come to provoke a good lesson, but leave them with a breath."
The disciple nodded, pushed open the office door, and walked out.
Bam!
At this moment, a dull sound, accompanied by the exclamations of many disciples, reached the second-floor office.
"Eldest Senior Brother, get up, you can't lose!"
"Iron Mountain Style bastards, I'll fight you!"
...
Hearing the exclamations of many disciples downstairs, Yuanben Hua couldn't help but furrow his brow and walked to the window to look down.
In the courtyard, Qianji Style's strongest young generation, Miyakawa, was already lying on the ground flailing, blood gushing from his mouth, seriously injured.
A group of disciples gathered around Miyakawa, cursing intensely.
Opposite Miyakawa stood a tall, lanky young man, as thin as a bamboo pole.
However, the Essence Qi from his entire body, rising from the top of his head, formed a pillar of Essence shooting skyward, displaying an extraordinary power.
Looking at this young man, the three great elders, including Yuanben Hua, widened their eyes. After a long moment, Fujino Tsuyoshi cursed.
"Damn, it's Iron Mountain Style's talented disciple Liio Sheng. Didn't expect this brat would dare come to provoke us, damn it!"
Yuanben Hua furrowed his brows, seeming somewhat helpless.
"Iron Mountain Style is getting more and more outrageous. Do they really think our Qianji Style has no one?"
The most sinister-faced Koizumi stood up and said blandly, "I'll go take a look!"
Yuanben Hua stopped Koizumi, his face heavy.
"Liio Sheng is formidable, but his status is only that of a junior in Iron Mountain Style."
"If we take action, we may be ridiculed by Iron Mountain Style. Even if we disable Liio Sheng, we won't regain our face."
At this point, Yuanben Hua clenched his teeth.
"As things stand, we have to select another disciple to challenge him. We absolutely cannot let our Qianji Style's reputation fall."
Koizumi and Fujino Tsuyoshi both frowned deeply, Fujino Tsuyoshi sighed helplessly.
"Liio Sheng may be a junior expert, but he is Iron Mountain Style's first martial arts genius in nearly a decade, having already surpassed the Danjin Energy Level."
"Aside from Miyakawa, none of our disciples can match him. With Miyakawa's defeat, there's no one else to fight."
The three elders showed difficult expressions, yet Liio Sheng's arrogant voice spread throughout the entire Qianji Style headquarters.
"Is there anyone else who dares to challenge? Liio Sheng awaits."
The entire Qianji Style headquarters was silent, with no one accepting the challenge.
Two other Qianji Style disciples, looking at this arrogant fellow, their eyes burning, suddenly leaped at him together.
Bang! Bang!
Two successive dull sounds, like a soccer ball being powerfully kicked, these two disciples flew outwards.
It was Liio Sheng's instantaneous kicks that sent both disciples flying and crashing to the ground, spitting blood, severely injured.
This time, emotions ran high, and all the Qianji Style disciples were filled with righteous indignation, charging forward together,
"Beat him, beat him to death."
"Bastard, bullying our Qianji Style because they think we have no one, everyone go beat him up."
...
The crowd all shouted, rushing towards Liio Sheng.
At this moment, Yang Fei had just turned the street corner.
And behind him, the Changfeng Squad hooligans, either cursing or with sinister expressions, all eyeing this little devil's dojo.