Chapter 1609 - 1610: Beat Mo Yuan to Death
Kamejiro was momentarily stunned, but quickly came to his senses.
His eyes widened and turned red, his face twisted into a snarl.
A dojo challenge is the greatest provocation and insult to a martial arts sect.
In the martial arts circle of Sang Country, only sects perceived as weak would dare be provoked in this way.
He could not have imagined that someone would dare to come and provoke the renowned Iron Mountain Style.
The young man, with a nonchalant demeanor, blew a smoke ring from his mouth, lazily standing at the entrance.
"That's right, I'm Yang Fei of the Qianji Style, here for a return visit."
He said this as he strolled inside, sitting with insolence into the Taishi Chair, his long legs casually propped on the purple sandalwood table in front of him.
Arrogant, overbearing, insufferable!
Kamejiro had never seen such a brazen young man, and immediately his anger showed as he stood up.
He gritted out one sentence through his teeth: "You're seeking death!"
At this moment, a disciple underground suddenly saw Yang Fei and screamed in fright, hiding behind Kamejiro.
"Master, it's him who killed Eldest Senior Brother Liio Sheng."
Kamejiro's face turned grim, as if about to drip water.
He looked deeply at Yang Fei: "So it's you who killed Liio Sheng?"
Yang Fei shrugged indifferently: "If you challenge our dojo, don't blame us if you die. If you have the guts to provoke the Qianji Style, be prepared psychologically."
Kamejiro was furious, a sinister smile on his face.
"Well said, if you challenge our dojo, don't blame us if you die. Prepare to pay with your life."
He shouted and leaped over the table.
The man in his fifties, like a ferocious lion, charged at Yang Fei, throwing a punch.
Bam!
Kamejiro's fist exploded through the air, his body swirling with numerous violent vortices both in front and behind him.
This triggered a clash of air ions, resulting in crackling sparks.
Yang Fei gave a slight exclamation, astonished.
This guy truly lived up to being the sect master of the Iron Mountain Style, his Realm indeed profound, just a step away from reaching the True Martial Realm.
Such skill would make him a top-tier master even in the expansive Huaxia, not to be underestimated.
However, Kamejiro's martial arts level only slightly surprised Yang Fei.
Having defeated True Martial Masters before, why would he concern himself with a mere half-step True Martial?
Kamejiro, knowing the prowess of Yang Fei, put all his energy into his punch, aiming to crush Yang Fei's head.
Yet Yang Fei remained lazily seated in the Taishi Chair, unmoving, appearing dismissive, perhaps even stunned with fear.
The corners of Kamejiro's mouth twisted with malice; how dare this fellow provoke the Iron Mountain Style, providing the perfect chance to avenge Liio Sheng.
Just then, Yang Fei extended his left hand, as if swatting at a fly, effortlessly catching Kamejiro's wrist mid-air.
Kamejiro's assault halted abruptly, his wild aura dissipating instantaneously.
The immense Essence Qi within him vanished without a trace.
In Kamejiro's eyes, unrestrained terror flared up.
He struggled to raise his head, meeting Yang Fei's indifferent gaze.
At this moment, time seemed to halt.
Slap!
The next second, Yang Fei landed a loose slap on Kamejiro's cheek.
Kamejiro flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the iron door.
With a thunderous boom, the iron door caved in deeply.
Kamejiro fell to the ground, spitting out several large teeth along with a mouthful of fresh blood.
Yang Fei leaned back lazily, utterly uninterested.
"Lonely indeed, turns out you're so weak it's pitiable."
Kamejiro abruptly raised his head, the sarcasm in Yang Fei's tone enraging him to the point of vomiting another mouthful of blood.
This, however, wasn't caused by Yang Fei's hit, but rather an internal injury from the backlash of his own Essence Qi.
Kamejiro slowly stood up, scrutinizing Yang Fei.
He grew increasingly astounded; the slap Yang Fei gave him hadn't used any True Yuan Energy.
However, his strike was as swift as lightning, the angle bizarre, and upon reflection, Kamejiro realized he couldn't have dodged it no matter what.
Yang Fei's slap shattered all of Kamejiro's pride. Only now did he grasp how formidable this guy was.
Kamejiro stood up, calming himself, gazing deeply at Yang Fei.
"Fine, I will use all my life's learning to compare with you."
Yang Fei still leaned on the chair, without raising his head, casually snapping his fingers behind him.
"Defeat my brothers first, then talk to me. At your age, don't you have some discernment?"
He thumbed toward himself: "I'm the main event; you're not qualified to speak with me!"
Behind Yang Fei, a group of Evil Dragon Experts followed in, all with disdainful expressions, except Cui Xiang, who wore a silly smile.
"You..."
Kamejiro's eyes bulged; he faced immense humiliation once again.
Just as he braced to give his all, this fellow said he wasn't even qualified?
Kamejiro had never met such an arrogant young man.
And within the Qianji Style, except for Miyamoto, they hadn't heard about any formidable young masters.
Fury blazed in his eyes, he inadvertently glanced behind Yang Fei, causing his entire body to tremble, his face turning deathly pale.
The Evil Dragon Experts behind Yang Fei, even the lowest ranker, had broken through to Danjin Earth-grade.
The highest ranker, Fan Yi, had already breached the Gan Strength Super God Realm and was a mere step away from the True Martial Realm.
What terrified Kamejiro most was that this group of people unleashed their killing intent without constraint.
They seemed like a bunch of ancient ferocious beasts, overwhelming aura, their Qi-Blood and Essence Qi resembling wolf smoke rushing into the sky.
Moreover, although they stood casually in small clusters, seemingly disorderly, each of their placements was just right, their Qi seamlessly blending.
Vaguely, Yang Fei, seated in the Taishi Chair, became the center of everyone.
He was like the blade's edge, the spear's tip; a dozen experts encircled him, their unbeaten momentum concentrating on him.
Kamejiro was sure if he rashly charged at them, he would unquestionably face a thunderous strike.
This mastery couldn't possibly be achieved without undergoing life-and-death combat and training.
Kamejiro's expression turned gravely serious, deeply wary in his eyes.
His heart was incredibly shaken; how did the Qianji Style suddenly gain over a dozen super experts?
Yang Fei gestured mockingly, the contempt in his smile growing stronger.
"What, afraid to fight?"
He sighed lazily.
"I understand, it's unreasonable for us to bully just you. Forget about fighting, just sign this document."
He waved his hand, Mad Blade tossed a document in front of Kamejiro.
With just one look, Kamejiro's anger surged, his face flushed red.
"You want me to withdraw from the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament, dreaming!"