Chapter 1618 - 1619: Reckless to the Extreme
Yang Fei was slightly startled and asked, "What?"
Mad Blade furrowed his brows deeply.
"Did you notice the black tattoo of an old K on that black man's arm?"
Yang Fei immediately came to his senses, "San Ke Party?"
Mad Blade nodded, "I didn't notice it at first either."
"But when the black man came to apologize, I found a lingering ruthlessness in his eyes."
"Generally speaking, when someone gets beaten like that, most people understand the power and admit defeat."
"But this guy clearly isn't convinced, which means he has something to rely on; later I found the black old K mark on his arm."
Yang Fei also frowned.
"Unexpectedly, this pack of underworld hyenas, sniffing the scent of blood, have found their way here, which is a bit troublesome."
The San Ke Party is a world-renowned underground force with significant influence.
In some small countries, even senior parliamentarian are part of the San Ke Party, dominating Latin America and North Africa with countless followers.
Mad Blade snorted and said bluntly, "Gambling fights!"
Yang Fei immediately understood.
The underground black boxing gambling houses around the world all belong to the San Ke Party, except the State of Huaxia where foreign underground influences can't infiltrate.
The San Ke Party has a fanatical passion for black boxing, free fighting, and martial arts.
Within the San Ke Party, there are also renowned world champions with golden belts.
Statistics show that since the mid-last century, more than fifty world champions with golden belts have emerged from the San Ke Party.
So it's not surprising for San Ke Party members to show up here.
Yang Fei looked in the direction where the black man left, seemingly deep in thought.
"So they see the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament as an underground black boxing ring, which is quite interesting."
Mad Blade shook his head.
"Perhaps, the San Ke Party thinks the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament didn't invite their champions, so they came to make trouble on purpose."
Yang Fei nodded, a slight smile on his lips.
"That might be possible, as some of the black boxing fighters in the San Ke Party are quite formidable martial arts masters."
"These martial arts masters become stronger after experiencing the brutal combat and life-and-death decisions of underground black boxing."
"Even if their Martial Arts Realm isn't high, their skilled combat techniques and immense murderous intent are enough to defeat some martial arts grandmasters with no combat experience."
Saying this, Yang Fei looked at Long Hai with some concern.
"If the opponent is one of San Ke Party's black boxing experts, this young man might suffer."
"National arts masters and underground black boxing fighters have different fighting rules; the underground fighters use ruthless means, aiming to kill with one strike."
"Traditional national arts masters focus on cultivating the mind and strengthening the body, which makes them relatively weaker in front of these black boxing experts."
Mad Blade looked at Yang Fei with some surprise.
"Is this young man your friend?"
Yang Fei nodded, "He's a friend I met in Luoshanji, but with my disguised face, he doesn't recognize me, though I recognize him."
Mad Blade smiled slightly, throwing away the cigarette butt in his hand.
"Don't worry too much, I see your friend's Martial Arts Realm has reached nearly the Transforming Energy Earth Grade, ordinary black boxing experts aren't his match."
Yang Fei snorted, "The San Ke Party still has a lot of depth, many mysterious black boxing experts, who are even not inferior to top national arts masters."
"They wouldn't send weaklings to participate in the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament."
As they were talking, Long Hai, amid the astonished gazes, walked out of the waiting hall hand-in-hand with a woman.
He stood by the street, waved his hand to hail a taxi, and left with the woman.
Yang Fei hurriedly got into his car and started the Cherokee.
"I must follow to take a look, Longwei Martial Arts Hall is also part of our Huaxia martial arts world, can't let them suffer."
He waved to Mad Blade.
"You stay here to welcome Young Master Ming Tai, apologize on my behalf when you see them, I'm leaving now."
Mad Blade waved to him, signaling goodbye, cursing at the same time.
"Why is it always me holding the fort here? Beating up the San Ke Party sounds so much fun but they didn't include me."
Yang Fei laughed and cursed, started the Cherokee, which dashed out like an arrow off the string.
As expected, Mad Blade's prediction came true.
The taxi drove two or three kilometers forward, just turned the corner, and was surrounded by a dense crowd.
Every one of them had an old K mark tattooed on their arm.
In their hands, they waved baseball bats, wearing baseball caps on their heads.
The dense mob seemed to number over two hundred.
The leader was an extraordinarily burly big man, tall, broad-shouldered, and extremely robust.
Beside him, the black man beaten by Long Hai with a bandaged arm pointed at Long Hai and cursed fiercely,
"Kid, you dare hit me? You're really asking for death."
The taxi driver had never seen such a scene, and was instantly scared pale.
He quickly opened the door from the driver's seat and slipped away, even leaving the taxi behind.
Long Hai, however, appeared very calm.
Holding the woman trembling in his arms, he gently comforted her, slowly opened the car door, and stepped out.
Not far away, Yang Fei stopped the Cherokee, watching Long Hai's composed demeanor, couldn't help but praise him.
Since learning the Toad-Strength Skill transmitted by Yang Fei, Long Hai's qi-blood surged, and his strength skyrocketed, no wonder he's so confident.
The black man, beaten down by Long Hai, almost shot fire from his eyes upon seeing him.
He said something to a bald strong man beside him.
The bald strong man grinned, put on boxing gloves, and walked towards Long Hai.
Yang Fei cast a sideways glance at the bald strong man and was immediately taken aback.
This big man's qi-blood was so vigorous, even surpassing a Core Formation Stage expert.
His strength seemed like magma surging from beneath the earth, once fully exerted, would be unstoppable.
Such a person must have used some Secret Technique to temper his body, making his whole physique as tough as a steel plate, while unleashing the strongest potential within his body.
However, the result of this comes at the cost of harming the body.
Black boxing experts often can't live past 60 before dying suddenly.
But for black boxing experts, that doesn't matter much.
Many black boxing experts often don't live past 30 before being beaten to death in the ring.
For them, strength and fists are always more important than lifespan and health.
In contrast, Huaxia's national arts primarily focus on health preservation, with great strength being the reward of good health practices.
Once national arts masters break through the limits of the human body, after the evolution of the body, their lifespan and innate strength can significantly increase.
Therefore, Huaxia national arts masters often maintain fierce combat power even at the age of fifty or sixty.
But the drawback of Huaxia national arts is that cultivation takes a very long time, often requiring over a decade of arduous practice to gain great strength.
Comparatively, Long Hai's strength falls short.
Purely in terms of combat and power, he might not be a match for this black boxing expert.