Chapter 1610 - 1611: A Pack of Tigers
The scattered documents on the ground were being blown around chaotically by the wind.
However, in Kamejiro's eyes, they were unbearably glaring.
It was a letter of voluntary withdrawal from the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament.
The Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament is a gathering of peak warriors from around the world, particularly significant for Sang Country Warriors.
Any Sang Country Warrior takes pride in attending the gathering.
If any sect receives an invitation to the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament, it is the utmost honor.
This signifies that the strength of the sect has gained the respect and recognition of the Karate headquarters.
Yet at this moment, this despicable fellow actually wanted him to withdraw from the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament. That's something neither uncle nor aunt could tolerate.
Shame burned like wildfire, making Kamejiro feel as if he was about to explode.
He gasped heavily, eyes bloodshot, and slowly raised his head, showing determination in his eyes.
"If you want a battle, then a battle it shall be. If you want me to withdraw from the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament, it can only be over my dead body."
Yang Fei looked at him contemptuously, lazily shrugging his shoulders.
"The Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament means nothing to a cripple or a dead man."
"For an ant like you, it's better for me to cripple you now than to let you go to the tournament and bring disgrace to our Sang Country Karate by getting killed or maimed."
Kamejiro sneered: "If you dare cripple me, the bigwigs at the Karate headquarters won't let you off."
Yang Fei looked at him lazily, taking a deep breath.
"Sang Country Martial Arts always emphasizes survival of the fittest. Weaklings are unworthy of participating in the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament."
"What I'm doing is just weeding out the weak so that Sang Country Martial Arts can become stronger."
"I believe even Martial Saint Jingtian Hatsuiti would agree with my approach."
This time, Kamejiro was left speechless.
Sang Country Martial Arts always emphasized survival of the fittest, destruction of the weak, survival of the strong.
If he really lost to Yang Fei and ended up being killed or maimed by him.
Yang Fei's rhetoric might actually convince the bigwigs at the Karate headquarters.
In fact, the Karate headquarters never opposed gauntlet fights and battles between different factions.
In their view, a true strong warrior can only transcend oneself in battles on the brink of life and death.
It's like a wolf pack's king can only rise in bloody conflicts.
The notion of invincible ninjas in Huaxia Martial Arts is considered a joke in the Sang Country Martial Arts circle.
They believe the weak are only fit for destruction and failure.
A true strong warrior with a heart of kindness is simply the greatest desecration of martial arts.
Kamejiro felt bitter; when he was in an advantageous position, this rhetoric appeared grandiose.
But when he found himself at a disadvantage, such rhetoric seemed so cruel and helpless.
Yang Fei's eyes looked at Kamejiro as if he were a demon.
"Well? As long as you sign this contract, I promise you won't be troubled."
Kamejiro's face flushed red, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he breathed heavily.
The warrior's dignity and the desire to survive fought fiercely within him.
Finally, Kamejiro suddenly lifted his head: "I'm going to fight with you all!"
He turned into a violent whirlwind, charging towards Yang Fei.
Bang!
A dull sound was heard as the Mad Blade, standing behind Yang Fei, brought down a high kick from mid-air.
His leg power blasted through the air, creating a loud explosion that made everyone's ears buzz.
Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, the Mad Blade's leg, wrapped in violent power, descended like a whirlwind, striking towards Kamejiro's head.
Kamejiro's eyes contracted as the impending doom stabbed him like electricity, making his hair stand on end.
Kamejiro was slapped away by Yang Fei, with severe internal injuries, unable to exert the Gang Yuan's power.
He dared not take the Mad Blade's shocking kick head-on, immediately bending his elbows to shield his head.
Bang!
A muffled boom was heard as Yang Fei's high lift leg struck Kamejiro's elbow like a great iron whip.
Crack!
Everyone present heard the distinct sound of bones breaking.
Kamejiro couldn't withstand Mad Blade's great power, and his left elbow broke instantly.
His limp arm, tied with the Mad Blade's whip leg, then struck Kamejiro's neck.
Kamejiro flew out like a bundle of straw, crashing into the center of the street.
This was the second time Kamejiro had been blasted away.
The Mad Blade showed no mercy, putting all his strength into that kick.
Kamejiro's cervical spine was broken by the Mad Blade's blow, making his head droop at an extremely grotesque angle.
As he landed in the street center, blood spurted from his mouth, his eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness.
Yang Fei sighed. The ruthlessness of the Sang Country people indeed surpassed most Huaxia people.
That's why there are many traitors selling out Huaxia, but few internal traitors in Sang Country.
Not only ruthless to the enemy but even more so to themselves.
Such Zhongshan Wolves must not be allowed to thrive; the bloody lessons of the last century are still vivid.
Yang Fei knew that the Mad Blade detested the little devils from Sang Country to the bone.
Mad Blade's grandfather was shot dead by the little devils during the Central Plains war of the last century.
National hatred and family enmity ensured he never held back against the little devils.
The commotion at the Iron Mountain School Dojo attracted attention from many people.
At this moment, about 20 disciples of the Iron Mountain Style rushed out from across the street, charging towards everyone.
It turned out that this shopfront was merely Kamejiro's office.
The real Iron Mountain Martial Arts Dojo was across the street, where many disciples trained.
This group of disciples had decent Kung Fu.
Some had already broken through to the Danjin Tongshen Realm, and the weakest had breached the Anjin Realm.
Such a group of martial artists was almost all elite to the Iron Mountain Style.
Yang Fei instantly laughed coldly.
A group of Evil Dragon Experts also laughed, starting to warm up.
In the crowd's eyes, this group of Sang Country Warriors was nothing more than sheep.
But the Evil Dragon Experts present were the real tigers.
A single tiger was already invincible, let alone a pack of tigers.
At this moment, Kamejiro used all his strength to get up suddenly.
His head still hung down bizarrely, yet he shouted loudly.
"All of you, stand down!"
The group of Iron Mountain Style disciples froze, staring at Kamejiro in shock.
Kamejiro's eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse yet authoritative.
"All of you, retreat. Today's matter doesn't concern you. This is my private affair."
Yang Fei couldn't help but nod.
This old guy is still very smart.
If those fledgling disciples rushed over, they'd surely be destroyed by a group of Evil Dragon Scoundrels.