Chapter 1636 - 1637: Lamentations
The situation suddenly turned chaotic, causing numerous spectators to cry out in surprise.
In past Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournaments, such uncontrolled incidents would occasionally occur.
However, they were always aimed at martial artists. Kimura's attack on regular people was despicable.
The fleeing referee cautiously avoided Kimura and rushed to the referee who had been injured, turning him over.
The referee's nose and mouth were bleeding, his cheekbones shattered, deeply sunken, and his eyes tightly shut, having already stopped breathing.
The fleeing referee knelt and cried out in pain: "Brother, how are you? You can't die."
The cries of the referee spread out, sounding extremely tragic.
A middle-aged woman with a pointed hat rushed over, saw the scene, and screamed as if struck by lightning.
In her hands, she held a cigarette box, evidently this was the referee's wife, sneaking in to make some small business.
Unexpectedly, she witnessed her loved one beaten to death right in front of her eyes.
More pitifully, she had a three-year-old girl on her back.
At this moment, the girl saw her father lying motionless on the ground, his face covered in blood, and also began to cry.
"Papa, get up, please get up."
On the stage, Long Hai's face turned ashen.
Below the stage, Yang Fei spat out the seed coat in his mouth, and two words shot through his teeth.
"Beast!"
These referees were ordinary indigenous people temporarily recruited from Li Island.
After systematic training, they were employed, maintaining the order of the entire Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament.
However, now they met an untimely death at Kimura's hands.
In others' eyes, these low-status individuals were akin to ants.
Yet Yang Fei knew these ant-like people were the pillars of their families, the support of parents, and the backbone for children.
Now he's dead, those left behind will live with unimaginable hardship.
Kimura stood atop the stage, completely oblivious to the cries of these little people below.
Around him surged a murderous aura, his eyes blood-red, fixed on Long Hai.
"You Huaxia people always stab others in the back. I'm going to show you that the War God Family is absolutely not someone you can provoke."
Before Long Hai could speak, something suddenly shot out from beneath the stage, whistling through the air.
Kimura recoiled in fright like a bird startled by a bowshot, shrinking his head.
Yet that hidden weapon bent in the air and struck Kimura's face directly, causing saliva to splatter everywhere.
Instinctively, Kimura wiped his face, and his hand felt sticky, it was a mouthful of spit.
He erupted in rage, his eyes wide as he glared down the stage.
Beneath the stage, a formidable-looking Big Beard stood lazily viewing Kimura above, a cold smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.
"The so-called War God Family is nothing but a bunch of ants in my eyes."
Kimura, proud of the Kimura Clan's standing within the War God Family, was instantly furious upon hearing this braggart speak.
"What did you say? If you have guts, come up to the stage and say it."
Big Beard ignored him, turned to pick up the child crying over the deceased, and lightly patted the child's head.
"Don't be afraid, watch how Uncle punishes the bad guy!"
Big Beard said, then carrying the child, he turned around and walked step by step onto the stage.
Many in the audience stared blankly at Big Beard, whispering among themselves.
"What's this guy doing bringing a child onto the stage?"
"Even if he's standing up for this family, he can't bring a child onto the stage. Isn't he courting death?"
"The War God Family is formidable, Kimura is the strongest of the Kimura Clan's descendants, already in the half-step Gang Strength realm. This fellow is bound to suffer a big loss."
"Alas, so naive, competitions aren't child's play."
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No need to say it, this Big-Beard man is Yang Fei.
Unlike other martial artists, concepts of chivalry and equality for all lives have deeply permeated Yang Fei's soul.
Yang Fei absolutely won't allow such indiscriminate acts of evil to happen before his eyes.
If they occur, evil people should get their retribution.
Yang Fei has never believed that justice will eventually prevail. He only trusts his fists and his strength.
Listening to the crowd's chatter, a cold smile appeared at the corner of Yang Fei's mouth.
This made him seem like an unsheathed longsword, exuding icy coldness.
Kimura Ichi swallowed back his nausea, barely managing to clean the spit from his face.
He saw Big Beard with a child on stage, and his eyes seemed ready to shoot flames.
"Prepare to die!"
Having suffered repeated insults from this fellow, Kimura's rage had reached its peak.
He saw this guy on the stage, shouted loudly, dropped Long Hai, and charged straight at Yang Fei.
Due to overwhelming rage, his Essence Qi surged rapidly, reaching a peak, like an ancient Baolong charging at Yang Fei.
Someone in the audience let out a cry of surprise.
The middle-aged woman below suddenly awoke and screamed shrilly.
"My child, help..."
In the astonished eyes of the crowd, Yang Fei snorted coldly and activated the Yu Step, colliding into Kimura's embrace.
He delivered a fiercely ruthless hook punch to Kimura's lower belly.
Bam!
With a muffled sound, Kimura's figure suddenly froze.
A visibly blood-red vortex appeared from his back.
Yang Fei's fist remained unchanged, still maintaining its stance, hitting Kimura's lower belly.
Kimura's body stiffened, his face twisted, staring blankly at Yang Fei, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
At this instant, heaven and earth fell silent.
Everyone watched this ordinary-looking Big Beard, left hand holding a child, right hand delivering a hook punch at Kimura's lower belly.
The arrogant and domineering Kimura seemed like a lamb to the slaughter before him.
Yang Fei's left hand held the child, who looked at Kimura with innocent eyes.
Seemingly frightened by Kimura's ferocious expression, his mouth opened, and he burst into tears.
Kimura shook his head painfully, his gaze filled not only with fear but also bewilderment.
He had no idea how Yang Fei had delivered that punch.
Yang Fei looked at him coldly, retracting his fist inch by inch.
His mouth curved downward, appearing very cold as his malicious gaze pierced Kimura.
"Rest assured, I won't kill you. I want you to experience being mercilessly oppressed like an ant."
Kimura staggered retreating, after just two or three steps, he roared, then dashed at Yang Fei again.
This time, Yang Fei unleashed a kick, like a Venomous Snake Spitting, aimed at Kimura's face.
Crack!
Everyone present heard a crisp sound of bone breaking.
Kimura toppled like a felled tree, straight and rigid, his mouth spraying blood over three feet high.
His nose shattered, his lips bloodied and mangled, teeth and blood spilled, looking terribly frightening.
Given these two heavy blows, if any Martial Arts Master made a move, Kimura's life would already be forfeit.
Yet Yang Fei certainly did not utilize True Yuan Energy, deliberately refraining from ending him with a punch.