Chapter 1633 - 1634: Make Them Cry in Rhythm
Long Hai's blood boiled with excitement, and he loudly cheered, only to see Yang Fei slyly following the female Taekwondo expert, like a snarling old wolf.
Long Hai, Henry, and a few other brothers exchanged glances, finally having no choice but to follow along.
Neither Yang Fei nor Long Hai noticed.
Behind the Longwei Martial Arts Gym, a group of fierce-looking Karate experts, followed closely behind them, also entering Arena 4.
A tall, muscular man with a face full of menace was staring intently at Yang Fei's back head, asking harshly,
"Herudan-kun, did you see clearly, was it this big bearded man who injured my brother?"
Beside the man, a warrior with a short beard nodded affirmatively.
"Honorable Kimura-sama, it was indeed this big bearded Huaxia warrior who injured your brother Kimura Jiro during registration."
Kimura's teeth ground noisily, his eyes full of malice.
"Hmph, so it was him. Injuring Kimura Jiro is a small matter."
"The most detestable thing is, this bastard destroyed my brother's Martial Arts belief, which is a great humiliation for our War God Family."
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and two warriors pushed a wheelchair forward, on which sat a person wrapped in bandages from head to toe.
This guy was the Sang Country Karate warrior defeated by Yang Fei in the registration hall.
His gaze was dispirited and gloomy, not daring to even look at Kimura.
Kimura seized his throat, forcing him to lift his head, and said coldly,
"Our Kimura family is a proud War God Family, we absolutely do not allow bowing noble heads, unless they're chopped off by the enemy."
"Look carefully, was it indeed this person who defeated you?"
The Karate warrior raised his head, catching sight of Yang Fei in the crowd, immediately looked down again, his voice weak and powerless.
"Brother, let's go back. This person's Martial Arts are unfathomable, we...we can't possibly defeat him."
Kimura immediately flew into a rage, gave the Karate warrior a hard push.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Today, I'll show you clearly that our War God Family's Martial Arts Heart Method is the world's top Kung Fu."
As he spoke, he strode into Arena 4.
Behind him, two warriors pushed the wheelchair, and seven or eight warriors crowded into Arena 4.
Arena 4 was already full to the brim at this moment.
The audience seats were packed, completely filled with spectators. The stands formed a circular staircase, surrounding the ring.
Beside the ring, there was an office area.
Several staff members were busy registering the factions and names of the competing warriors, then randomly selecting opponents using a computer.
The 12 arenas were packed with warriors who came to register.
Generally speaking, Martial Arts Masters above Gan Strength Super God would not appear in the early stages.
And the Martial Arts Masters who registered early were also self-aware, knowing that the titles of the top ten masters of the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament would definitely not fall on themselves.
Therefore, the stage for these Martial Arts Masters was limited only to the ring in the 12 arenas.
However, as long as they performed well, they could still win a good reputation for their faction and themselves.
At this moment, a master from the Brazilian Jujitsu Federation had already defeated three masters in succession.
As long as he wins one more match, he will gain the status of Arena Champion, allowing him to leave the stage for a rest until someone calls out to challenge him.
Yang Fei lazily watched the tall Caucasian on stage, with a faint smile.
This Caucasian's Martial Arts Realm had reached the level of Converting Energy Heavenly Grade, only one step away from Core Formation to Divine Communication.
In the mixed crowd of Arena 4, such a master counted as someone of significance.
Long Hai looked at the Caucasian on stage, feeling eager. Yang Fei chuckled, lowering his voice.
"If you want to, then go for it. I bet, as long as you use the Yu Step, this guy won't get past you."
Long Hai nodded, raising his head proudly, and stepped onto the ring.
Not far away, the tall Kimura noticed Long Hai and immediately snorted coldly, his fists clenched tightly, making creaking noises.
"Look at his footwork, definitely a member of Huaxia Martial Arts, today I must cripple him."
Long Hai stepped on stage, and the staff beside recorded his identity information, signaling that the two could begin.
The Soft Technique expert seemed to sense Long Hai's extraordinary aura.
When the referee's small flag waved down, he let out a loud shout, lunging at Long Hai, reaching for his lapel.
This was the signature move of the Soft Technique expert. As long as he grabbed the opponent's lapel, it would instantly result in a heavy throw.
Then, the Soft Technique expert would execute joint lock techniques on the ground, rendering even the most formidable opponent helpless.
Long Hai executed the Yu Step, dodging behind the Soft Technique expert.
The Soft Technique expert turned back to grab, and Long Hai spun again, landing on the left side of the Soft Technique expert.
In the following series of moves, Long Hai executed the Yu Step, appearing in front and then suddenly behind, dizzying the Soft Technique expert and clouding his vision.
Finally, as the Soft Technique expert lunged forward, Long Hai swiftly sidestepped his body, supporting the Soft Technique expert's Pi Gu, with a push and a send.
The Soft Technique expert, like a kite with a broken string, landed heavily below the ring, eating dust and looking utterly embarrassed.
Yang Fei couldn't help but chuckle, secretly praising Long Hai for his cleverness; he won this match effortlessly.
"Well done, Huaxia Kung Fu is amazing!"
"Agile and solid, both combined, this is the true essence of Huaxia Kung Fu!"
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Below the ring, thunderous applause erupted as everyone cheered.
Standing in the center of the ring, Long Hai folded his arms respectfully, maintaining a composed demeanor.
"Hmph, I'm here to experience Huaxia Kung Fu!"
At that moment, a cold voice emerged from below the ring, as a group of Sang Country Karate warriors pushed aside the crowd, arriving beneath the ring.
The leading man, wearing a Sang Country warrior's Taoist Robe and clogs, exuded an extraordinary aura, an Qi essence soaring to the sky like a wolf smoke.
This guy was clearly a Core Formation to Divine Communication Martial Arts Master.
Long Hai was slightly taken aback upon seeing the speaker, realizing this person shouldn't be underestimated, yet he still straightened his spine.
"Little brat, grandpa is waiting for you."
With national and family enmities, Sang Country and Huaxia never got along. Meeting in the ring only intensified the rivalry.
So, Long Hai showed no courtesy, spouting insults.
The Sang Country strongman said no more, waving his hand.
Behind him, a warrior removed his clogs, flipping onto the ring with a somersault.
His feet landed, taking root as his body radiated a fierce aura, wildly surging around.
The disciples of Longwei Martial Arts Gym all turned pale, Henry somewhat alarmed.
"This is bad, this guy seems hard to deal with, Eldest Senior Brother is in trouble."
Yang Fei's eyes sparkled, spitting a mouthful of saliva.
"Hmph, bullying the younger with the older, I'll make them cry with rhythm later."
The guy attacking Long Hai also attained the Martial Arts Realm of Core Formation to Divine Communication.
By rights, he shouldn't be bullying the weaker.
But this guy ignored these Martial Arts rules, causing many to shake their heads repeatedly.
"Tsk, shameless, a Core Formation expert bullying a Converting Energy warrior."
"Sigh, the one with the biggest fist is in the right, this has turned into a gang fight."
"Better to concede, one Converting Energy, one Danjin, how can you fight?"
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