Chapter 1611 - 1612: Facing Tyrants
The Iron Mountain Style disciples stood back from afar but did not retreat.
They looked at the gang of Evil Dragon ruffians, their eyes showing undisguised hostility.
Kamejiro turned around, unable to lift his head.
"We all follow the same Karate line, don't push it too far."
Yang Fei coldly laughed.
"It's not us who are pushing it too far. When your Iron Mountain Style kicked in my Qianji Style Martial Arts Hall, did you ever think of today?"
Kamejiro looked at the mocking intent in Yang Fei's eyes, took a deep breath, and his facial muscles twitched.
Finally, he stomped his foot, "Bring the application form, I'll sign it."
Yang Fei nodded at Mad Blade, who picked up the application form from the ground and walked toward Kamejiro.
Kamejiro watched helplessly as Mad Blade approached, his eyes dilating, his heart like it was being fried.
Suddenly, he rolled over swiftly, brandishing a Triangular Military Spike, lunging straight at Mad Blade.
This was a desperate strike from Kamejiro, intending to perish together with Mad Blade.
Mad Blade hadn't expected that even in his heavily injured state, he could launch such a fierce counterattack, and was instantly taken aback.
At this moment, Yang Fei reached out and clutched Kamejiro's throat, lifting him into the air.
Kamejiro's vital throat was restrained, and all the strength in his body vanished without a trace.
He only felt a warm breath emanating from Yang Fei's palm, penetrating through his major artery.
This warm and cozy energy wiped out all of his strength wherever it went.
Kamejiro was shocked, looking at Yang Fei in fear.
"You... what did you do to me?"
Yang Fei casually tossed him aside, and Kamejiro fell to the ground like a pile of mud.
He struggled to get up, but immediately discovered that he had no strength left in his body, unable to even move his little finger.
He felt both terrified and furious, a cold shiver creeping up his spine, icy cold.
"What did you do to me? You actually ruined my Extraordinary Meridians!"
Kamejiro howled in despair, feeling as if his heart had plunged into an icy abyss, almost ceasing to beat.
Yang Fei ignored him, waving for Mad Blade to take the application form for Kamejiro to sign.
Kamejiro lay on the ground, already unable to move, looking at Mad Blade and others in despair.
Mad Blade sneered as he approached, pressing his handprint directly onto the signature space of the application form.
Kamejiro shouted in despair, "No!"
Seeing this, the Iron Mountain Style disciples charged forward, surrounding Yang Fei and his group.
These guys shouted all kinds of abuses.
Yang Fei snorted, a cold glint flickering in his eyes.
"Courting death!"
He snapped his fingers, and the gang of Evil Dragon ruffians behind him rushed forward, like tigers into a herd of sheep, starving hawks swooping into a sparrow's nest.
In less than two minutes, the elite Iron Mountain Style disciples had already been knocked to the ground by the Evil Dragon experts.
Fortunately, the crowd was magnanimous, and although the Iron Mountain Style disciples were injured, they were not crippled, rolling on the ground, wailing.
Yang Fei, high-spirited, waved one hand, "Let's go."
Many years ago, Yang Fei had a dream, hoping to go back in time to be a Young Master Dog.
He could parade through the streets with a bunch of henchmen, walking dogs, setting eagles, harassing virtuous women, and specifically framing heroes in the Mortal World who stood up for justice.
And now, Yang Fei's wish had finally been half-fulfilled.
Although there were no so-called virtuous women to harass, beating the Sect Master of Iron Mountain Style was quite satisfying to his small wish.
Cui Xiang followed behind Yang Fei, looking back with some embarrassment.
"Instructor, are we bullying people too much?"
Yang Fei snorted, his expression darkening.
"Don't forget, in the mid-last century, they invaded Huaxia, and the samurai and army of Sang Country entered the Central Plains together, killing how many of our Huaxia warriors?"
"Not to mention, the elite hero Huo Yuanjia was so innocently killed."
"These Chinese Martial Arts Masters are treasures of our nation, yet they were destroyed by the people of Sang Country."
"This bunch of ungrateful bastards learned Huaxia's Martial Arts but used them to kill Huaxia people."
"As martial artists, we must not only strive for self-improvement but also beat these Sang Country beasts until they can never rise again."
Three Swords listened on the side, nodding silently.
"Indeed, the people of Sang Country have the nature of jackals. Once they become strong, they devour anyone, regardless of who they are."
Long Xia, listening to Yang Fei, also said fiercely, "That's right."
"I heard from my master that when the people of Sang Country invaded Nanjing, in order to temper their murderous intent and stimulate mental strength to break through the Martial Arts Realm."
"They even killed ordinary people to temper their Sword Intent. These are all bloody lessons."
Cui Xiang, blood boiling, clenched his fists, making them creak.
"I'm sorry, Instructor, I was wrong."
Yang Fei gently said, "The Saint once said, 'When seeing King Zhou, speak of etiquette; when meeting Jie and Zhou, raise arms.'
"Cui Xiang, it's right to have compassion, but your compassion must be sharp. Otherwise, it will only harm others and yourself."
Cui Xiang nodded, and Shen Feng took the opportunity to flatter Yang Fei.
"The Chief Instructor is truly wise and mighty, enlightening us all."
Yang Fei laughed heartily, then his eyes drooped with some sadness.
"I have learned from hardship; each word carries the blood of comrades."
Mad Blade, seeing Yang Fei's expression, knew he was once again thinking of the Evil Dragon Brothers, let out a gentle sigh.
He patted Yang Fei on the shoulder.
"The things from a year ago are over, we have to look forward, after all, we have to live, right?"
Yang Fei nodded, suddenly seeing a huge martial arts hall on the street with a large golden sign above.
Armor-Breaking Style!
Yang Fei laughed heartily, walked over, and kicked the iron gate flying backward, crashing to the ground, falling down the mountain.
Behind the iron gate, more than a dozen Armor-Breaking Style disciples were practicing martial arts. Suddenly seeing Yang Fei burst in, they all froze in unison, staring blankly at him.
Yang Fei lazily glanced at the Armor-Breaking Style disciples, saying indifferently.
"Yang Fei of Qianji Style challenges the hall, please give me guidance."
The Armor-Breaking Style disciples looked at the pretty boy-like Yang Fei, surprised.
This guy, whom they could slap to tears, actually dared to challenge the hall?
And among the younger generation of Qianji Style, the only famous expert was Miyamoto. When did another Yang Fei appear?
Minutes later, Yang Fei and the gang of Evil Dragon ruffians walked out of the Armor-Breaking Style gate.
Behind them, a group of Armor-Breaking Style disciples lay on the ground beaten like dead dogs, sprawling across the ground.
They were either with broken bones or fractured limbs, rolling and moaning on the ground.
The Armor-Breaking Style Sect Master, Yi Wengang, lay on the ground, his hands and feet broken, shouting loudly.
"Qianji Style, just you wait, we'll see you at the Karate headquarters, I won't let you go."
The gang of ruffian experts didn't care for him and went straight ahead.
Yang Fei pointed at a huge billboard sign in front, with three Sang Country characters: One Blade Flow.
Yang Fei lazily snorted, "Looks like a martial arts hall that uses blades, let's go experience it."
The group of Evil Dragon experts all followed Yang Fei, swarming into the One Blade Flow Martial Arts Hall.