Chapter 1635 - 1636: An Unfathomable Battle
Yang Fei recoiled as if he had seen a ghost, repeatedly backing away to dodge the chubby woman's salty hand, his face turning pale from fright.
"Sister, I have a wife, and she's a real tigress. If she sees us like this, I'm done for."
The chubby woman disdainfully spat at Yang Fei, hands on her hips.
"What a spineless man. Who is your wife? Let me handle it for you, sister."
"A man should man up. Don't tell me you can't get it up."
As she spoke, the chubby woman couldn't help but glance at Yang Fei's pants, then licked her lips, looking ravenous.
Henry watched from the side, unwittingly recalling that earth-shattering drunken peanut Yang Fei had flicked before.
The more he watched, the more he found it amusing, seeing such a top-tier expert being terrified by a woman.
Just as Yang Fei was tangled up with the chubby woman, the situation on the arena shifted once again.
In the previous match, the master battling Long Hai inexplicably fell off the stage, dying on the spot.
Even the referee didn't see clearly, so he had to declare Long Hai the winner.
Which means that as long as Long Hai won another round, he would qualify as the arena champion, turning from the challenger into the challenged.
As long as he wasn't defeated in Arena 04, he'd have a chance to enter the Golden Sword Tournament.
And the top ten experts would emerge from the Golden Sword Tournament, with the final battle determining the rankings of the Martial Golden Sword list.
Beneath the arena, the leader of Sang Country Martial Arts, Kimura, fixed his gaze on Long Hai atop the stage.
He also didn't see clearly where that killer peanut came from.
But in any case, it definitely had something to do with that guy on stage.
"Mr. Kimura, what do we do?"
A Sang Country martial artist with a scar on his left cheek glared hatefully at Long Hai on the stage, a trace of fear in his eyes.
Kimura's gaze was viciously locked onto Long Hai, his voice icy cold.
"Killing with a peanut, that kid doesn't have such skill. There must be someone else involved."
"Imperial Guard, you get on stage and kill this kid. I'll investigate who acted from below."
The scarred-cheek Imperial Guard stood ramrod straight, glaring venomously at Long Hai on the stage, nodding firmly.
"Rest assured, Mr. Kimura, I'll deal with him for you."
Kimura nodded, then looked around the surroundings.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please watch beneath the stage. There's an expert lurking around. If he makes another move, let's hunt him down together."
Eight or nine Sang Country martial arts experts nodded in unison, blending into the crowd and disappearing from sight.
The Imperial Guard slowly walked onto the arena, saluting Long Hai according to Sang Country martial arts etiquette.
"I'm here to learn from your skills."
Long Hai was injured but knew that Yang Fei was secretly helping from below the stage, instantly regaining confidence.
Long Hai assumed the starting stance of the Flower-Seeking and Plum-Breaking Hand: "Bring it on, I'll accompany you to the end!"
The two of them started fighting atop the stage.
Although the Imperial Guard wasn't a Core Formation to Divine Communication master, his Qi-Blood was formidable, and his Essence Qi extremely pure, making him a tough opponent for Long Hai.
Everyone, after witnessing the harrowing scene earlier, watched Long Hai with anticipation.
If Long Hai could defeat another Sang Country expert, he'd become the first arena champion of Arena 04.
On the arena, their movements grew increasingly fast, with the wind from their punches like knives brushing against their faces.
The crowd watched the two clash, breathless with tension—it truly was an intense battle!
Long Hai, already injured, gradually lost stamina during the prolonged combat.
The Imperial Guard sensed an advantage. After a series of ferocious assaults, he suddenly leapt with a loud howl, delivering a heavy whip kick straight at Long Hai's temple.
Everyone gasped, clearly seeing Long Hai, after battling three elite opponents, was exhausted and unable to withstand such a heavy blow.
Just then, the Imperial Guard let out a scream, his body collapsing on stage.
This happened without any warning, shocking everyone present.
The Sang Country martial arts experts rushed towards the arena together.
Kimura pushed through the crowd, rushing to the Imperial Guard's side.
He saw the guard with eyes closed, forehead slightly misshaped, eyes bulging, and blood gushing from his mouth—he was clearly dead.
Kimura trembled slightly, crouching to check the Imperial Guard's breath, finding him lifeless.
On the guard's forehead, Kimura found a small sunflower seed shell.
Kimura widened his eyes, unable to believe that a small sunflower seed shell had killed an Energy Transformation master.
It was as absurd as an ant killing an elephant.
Kimura instinctively looked into the crowd but saw countless people snacking on sunflower seeds, making it impossible to identify the killer.
Kimura's heart turned icy cold, realizing there was an extraordinarily terrifying individual hidden within this bustling crowd.
This person's martial arts realm had reached the legendary leaf-plucking, flower-throwing level, capable of injuring others.
On the arena, Long Hai was a bit dazed, instinctively glancing at Yang Fei.
He saw his master uncle cracking sunflower seeds, chatting and laughing with a beautiful woman beside him, having a grand time.
Long Hai, of course, understood what was happening, though even knowing his master uncle's unparalleled martial arts skills, he hadn't expected him to be this formidable.
What a monster!
Long Hai glanced at Henry, who sensed his confusion and nudged in Yang Fei's direction with his mouth.
Long Hai realized, yet the overwhelming awe remained.
At this moment, after the two referees consulted briefly, one lifted Long Hai's left hand high.
He announced that Long Hai had secured victory in this martial arts match.
The spectators couldn't comprehend how a vigorous martial arts expert suddenly fell off the arena to his death.
But no matter what, with Long Hai standing atop the stage, it meant he won.
Some disliked the arrogant attitude of the Sang Country martial artists and applauded as Long Hai continuously taught them a lesson.
Kimura inspected the Imperial Guard's corpse below the stage, finding his hard skull shattered, brains mixed with blood oozing from his mouth.
This proved the Imperial Guard's brain structure was completely destroyed.
The manner of death was identical to the previous victim.
Losing two top-notch aces instantly was an unbearable loss even for the War God Family.
Kimura's heart bled.
He slowly shrugged off his coat and walked onto the arena.
The flames of hatred burned his eyes scarlet, as he pointed a finger at Long Hai.
"I want to fight you."
The two referees were raising Long Hai's hand, waving towards the crowd when they heard this and were momentarily stunned.
Seeing the lion-like enraged Kimura, one referee walked over, blocking Long Hai.
"Sorry, this gentleman has won three consecutive bouts and is the first arena champion of this venue. According to the rules, he's allowed to rest..."
Before he finished, Kimura suddenly unleashed a palm, striking the referee across the face.
The referee was slapped, flying offstage.
The other referee yelped, releasing Long Hai's hand and fleeing the arena.
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