Chapter 1606 - 1607: Worlds Apart
The Mad Blade's big beard was shaved completely.
This made him look clean like a peeled egg.
Yang Fei found it amusing just looking at this guy.
The Mad Blade made a bet with Yang Fei, wanting to woo the Chief Mother of the Night Clan, Luminous Pearl.
Ultimately, Luminous Pearl ignored him, and the Mad Blade, admitting defeat, could only shave his beard.
After shaving his beard, the Mad Blade surprisingly exuded a bit of a pretty boy vibe, yet still fumed and glared.
This guy looked like Lin Daiyu painted with a beard, indescribably funny and awkward, almost making a gang of scoundrels die laughing.
The Mad Blade was originally very uncomfortable, but seeing Yang Fei struggling to hold back laughter only made him feel triumphant.
"What are you looking at? I can play a dragon and resemble a dragon, play a tiger and resemble a tiger. All you can do is play a pretty boy. You're doomed to never become the King of Changes."
Yang Fei laughed heartily, nodding repeatedly: "The King of Changes is yours. Are you going to turn into a toilet?"
"Get lost!"
The Mad Blade couldn't hold it any longer, swore viciously, and nearly kicked Yang Fei's Pi Gu.
Yang Fei dodged and assumed a Dragon Claw Hand posture, startling the Mad Blade into covering his crotch.
These two jokers made everyone else burst into laughter.
Changfeng and his gang of scoundrels received Yang Fei's orders and arrived at Li Island late last night.
And today, Yang Fei would give the Karate Alliance on Li Island a hard slap in the face.
Seeing the Qianji Style Martial Arts headquarters, Yang Fei's eyes revealed a sharp aura.
"However, what we need to do first is to knock down the guys from the Qianji Style."
At this moment, the headquarters of Qianji Style was already in utter chaos.
Liio Sheng saw many Qianji Style disciples rushing towards him and fearlessly counterattacked with punches and kicks.
Three or four disciples flew out like kites with broken strings.
The remaining disciples hesitated for a moment, not expecting this guy to be so formidable, suddenly shouted, and charged at Liio Sheng again.
Liio Sheng suddenly burst into laughter, pointing at the charging Qianji Style disciples, laughing so much he was bent over.
His laughter was arrogant and overbearing, full of mockery.
Many disciples blushed, instinctively stopped their steps, but still surrounded Liio Sheng tightly.
Liio Sheng's laugh abruptly stopped, his words sharp and hurtful as if barbs.
"I never anticipated that Qianji Style would fall to such a state. I feel sorry for you."
"I, Liio Sheng, come to challenge openly and squarely, but you outnumber me. Do you have no shame?"
His few abrupt shouts made the disciples' faces burn with shame, not daring to charge forward for a moment.
Yuanben Hua and three other elders were on the second floor listening, their faces gloomy and very angry.
Liio Sheng was the top force among the new generation of Iron Mountain Style.
His martial arts skills had reached the realm of Yellow-Ranked Gangjin, considered a rare talent in Iron Mountain Style and the Karate Alliance over the past decade.
In both Iron Mountain Style and Qianji Style, among the younger generation, this guy was practically invincible.
Miyakawa had already been defeated by him, and if the three great elders of Qianji Style didn't step in, none of these disciples could do anything to him.
However, if Yuanben Hua and the other elders took action, they would gain a bad reputation for bullying the small with the big.
This frustration made Fujino Tsuyoshi almost explode.
Koizumi and Yuanben Hua felt the same.
Both refraining from action due to their positions, they were forced to watch this brat gain fame, feeling extremely stifled.
The three great elders looked sullen as they stood on the second floor, and the Qianji Style disciples couldn't hold back their anger, rushing up to engage Liio Sheng.
Liio Sheng laughed out loud, facing the siege of a group of Qianji Style disciples, dodging agilely as if in an unattended place.
His speed was like lightning, the other disciples couldn't even touch the hem of his garment.
Yet, he seized the opportunity to attack, every punch and kick severely injuring a Qianji Style disciple.
Watching the disciples scream one by one, being struck away by Liio Sheng, Yuanben Hua finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Just as he was about to say something, he glanced at the doorway and saw an additional silhouette, feeling a rush of joy inside.
Yang Fei had arrived.
Yang Fei was not alone.
A group of skilled Evil Dragon scoundrels was right behind him, having just entered to witness such an exciting spectacle.
Their eyes twinkling, they couldn't help but clench their fists eager to try.
The Mad Blade chuckled twice, rolled up his sleeves.
"Chief Instructor, what do we do now?"
Yang Fei snapped his fingers: "What else can we do? Let's take down the strongest one first."
"That guy's definitely here to challenge. I didn't care before, but now this is my territory."
With that, he waved his hand.
"This bastard dares to pull the tiger's whiskers; not knowing life from death, beat the hell out of him for me."
The Mad Blade let out a long howl, bent his waist, and rushed in front of Liio Sheng.
His whole body's bones crackled, astonishingly growing more than half a foot taller.
This guy unleashed a peerless aura, like a real Baolong.
Liio Sheng was startled; he had been through countless battles but had never encountered such a fierce guy, involuntarily tensing up in preparation.
The Mad Blade grinned, sticking up a big middle finger at Liio Sheng.
"Fighting is my favorite. I like you, kid; let's have a go."
Liio Sheng stood firm and focused, not uttering a single word.
After the Mad Blade finished speaking, he loosened up his limbs, and with a sudden lunge into stance, his huge fist roared like thunder straight at Liio Sheng's chest.
Standing on the second floor, Yuanben Hua was visibly moved.
This guy's martial arts was unfathomable, executing a simple straight punch yet displaying a challenge-conquering domination.
Liio Sheng got caught off guard; however, the Mad Blade's punch was like thunder, reaching his chest in an instant.
Liio Sheng couldn't avoid it, so he used all his strength to burst with Essence Qi, executing a move like sealing to block the Mad Blade's fist.
Bang!
A muffled thud was heard as Liio Sheng's steadfast as King Kong fist clashed with the Mad Blade's.
Liio Sheng's fist felt like being hammered by a large iron hammer, bones cracking with an ear-piercing sound.
He let out a scream, his body retreating.
The Mad Blade wouldn't relent when given an advantage, his fist like a siege hammer directly smashing towards Liio Sheng's chest.
Liio Sheng had never faced such a savage figure before; in his urgency, he stomped hard on the ground.
The floor tiles shattered, and Liio Sheng's left foot hooked up a solid bluestone floor tile, holding it in front of himself with both hands.
Bang!
Another muffled thud, the bluestone shattered, and the Mad Blade's fist landed directly on Liio Sheng's chest.
Liio Sheng was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a bowl-thick oak tree.
The trunk snapped into two, Liio Sheng fell to the ground, spitting blood wildly.
At this moment, the three great elders of Qianji Style on the upper floor were all dumbfounded, staring at the Mad Blade as if seeing a ghost.
The remaining disciples were all terrified, everyone's mouth agape, staring blankly at the Mad Blade.
Just a few minutes ago, Liio Sheng was rampant and unstoppable, making everyone unable to lift their heads.
Yet at this moment, he couldn't even withstand a single punch from this boorish big man, being beaten so badly like a dead dog.
What a stark difference in heaven and earth!