Chapter 1614 - 1615: A Monumental Scapegoat
High atop the building, Li Mingjun gazed at the departing figure of Jing Kongzhao, with a complex expression on his face.
He felt a bit helpless, a bit reluctant, and finally let out a long sigh.
At this moment, Jing Kongzhao's figure completely vanished into the void.
Li Mingjun seemed to have thought of something, suddenly startled, and plunged off the building.
He vanished like a large bird, following Jing Kongzhao at the same time.
Nearby, Yang Fei stopped, feeling a lingering fear, unable to shake the fright.
A group of Evil Dragon Soldier Kings looked at Yang Fei, their expressions very puzzled.
Mad Blade was about to say something, but Yang Fei gestured for him to shut his mouth.
Yang Fei widened his eyes, fully activating Turtle Extreme and Snake Stupefaction, sensing the looming danger in the air.
After a while, Yang Fei stopped and let out a long sigh, sitting heavily on the ground.
He was drenched in sweat as if he had been pulled out of water, his expression utterly exhausted.
Just moments ago, two supreme masters clashed, the pressure was earth-shattering.
Yang Fei resisted for a while, but now he was dead tired.
A group of Evil Dragon experts, seeing Yang Fei in this state, were all quite shocked.
The Evil Dragon experts had been with Yang Fei for a long time, no matter what kind of enemy they faced, this guy could always face it calmly.
But this time, he seemed to encounter his nemesis.
Mad Blade, knowing Yang Fei's temperament, helped him up, widening his eyes.
"Little Bird Yang, what exactly happened?"
Yang Fei sighed, suddenly clutching his stomach.
"That was close, that was close, just now I had a stomach ache, almost couldn't bear it."
"Thanks to my unbeatable Divine Skill, reversing yin and yang, I barely held it back, now I need to go relieve myself."
As he said this, he turned and walked away.
Behind Yang Fei, the group of Evil Dragon Soldier Kings was dumbstruck.
Everyone watched in disbelief as he sneaked into a public toilet, all with their mouths agape.
After a long while, Mad Blade spat and cursed.
"Damn it, I've been tricked by Little Bird Yang again."
"I knew it, this guy's got guts bigger than the sky, how could he be scared like this?"
In a short time, Yang Fei relieved the pressure from his body and emerged from the public toilet feeling refreshed.
This guy looked at everyone staring blankly at him, striking a proud pose.
"What's up? Don't you think I look even more handsome now? What are you looking at? Get back to work."
He snapped his fingers, offering everyone a cool back view, and headed towards another Martial Arts Hall at the end of the street.
A group of Evil Dragon experts, looking at this carefree guy, all had darkened faces.
Everyone followed him, but instinctively kept their distance from Yang Fei.
Thinking about themselves, running for their lives with this guy eager to relieve himself, sprinting several kilometers.
Everyone felt an urge to crash into a wall.
Damn it, what kind of National Arts Grandmaster is this?
This guy is just a boring and perverted liar!
The next day, at Xijing Karate Headquarters.
This was an extremely luxurious building, a total of 27 floors, fully decorated with transparent azure glass.
The entire building looked like a shimmering silver longsword pointing straight at the heavens.
The building was situated in the busiest Xijing Cherry Blossom Avenue.
This place claimed to have the most expensive land in the world, and the term 'sky-high prices' didn't even suffice.
At this moment, the entire building was in chaos.
A slender female office worker hurriedly walked into the building, almost colliding with a man rushing out from inside.
The two took a step back from each other, bowing and apologizing.
Then, as if with motors attached, both rushed off in their respective directions.
In front of the building, countless cars were parked in the lot, several times more than usual.
The parking staff was busy running around.
Some cars even rushed directly to the front of the building.
Before the cars could stop, people inside jumped out, rushing towards the building entrance.
Outside the building, security guards watched the entrance as numerous media reporters crouched with cameras ready.
No matter who walked out of the building, reporters swarmed over, asking endless questions.
On the highest 27th floor of headquarters, Oda Gofang's office was set up.
Oda Gofang was furious.
The floor was strewn with smashed blue and white porcelain. The scattered snowflake-like documents on the desk were enough to reflect the fury of this important figure.
The secretary Miss was cautiously cleaning up the broken pieces on the floor, barely daring to breathe.
Her face was pale, her charming eyes wouldn't dare glance at Oda Gofang, nor did she dare display the unique beauty of her newly customized uniform.
Her body trembled, cautiously buttoning up her just-opened collar.
Oda Gofang was 52 years old this year.
His hedgehog-style short hair and temples were already graying, with wrinkles densely appearing at the corners of his eyes.
At his age, his mind was supposed to be calm.
But the incidents last night still made Oda Gofang furious.
Oda Gofang received the news at dawn.
From 5 PM to midnight yesterday, Qianji Style Dojo swiftly kicked 13 Karate factions.
The sect masters of these 13 Karate factions were defeated, immediately announcing closure.
A total of 11 Grandmasters of Martial Arts were crippled by Qianji Style Disciple Yang Fei, their meridians destroyed, seriously injured.
This matter made Oda Gofang feel a strong taste of conspiracy.
The Sang Country Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament was about to start.
These 13 mainstream gyms announced closure overnight, and eleven Grandmasters of Martial Arts were severely injured.
Including over seven Grandmasters of Martial Arts who might be paralyzed in wheelchairs in the future, unable to practice martial arts.
And the remaining six grandmasters, severely injured, could no longer participate in the Martial Golden Sword Conference.
This incident brought a devastating blow to the Sang Country's Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament.
The thought of this made Oda Gofang's teeth grind fiercely.
No matter how much of a once-in-a-lifetime Karate genius Yang Fei is, he shouldn't maliciously sabotage the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament this way.
At this moment, the office door opened, and the trembling secretary Miss led three people inside.
These three were the elders of the Tianji Sect, Koizumi, Fujino Tsuyoshi, and Yuanben Hua.
Among them, Yuanben Hua had been scammed by Yang Fei into becoming the sect master.
Now, at this moment, he had to take on a huge burden for this malicious incident.
Yuanben Hua's face was pale. He already understood the ins and outs of this situation, regretting deeply.
Fujino Tsuyoshi and Koizumi, though somewhat schadenfreude, were also quite anxious.
Both realized that under Oda Gofang's fury, it was uncertain whether the Tianji Sect, this martial arts faction, could still exist.
After all, that damn new disciple Yang Fei had caused such a colossal disaster.
Oda Gofang looked at the three elders, barely restraining his anger.
But when his eyes turned to the fourth person, he found nothing behind the three.
He widened his eyes: "Where is the challenger Yang Fei?"