Chapter 1637 - 1638: Who Says There Is No Retribution
Under the excited yet fearful eyes of the entire audience, Kimura slowly got up.
He wiped his disfigured cheek with his hand, let out a roar, and charged towards Yang Fei, appearing utterly mad.
Yang Fei grabbed his left wrist, and with a cracking sound, unleashed Dark Force, shattering the bones of his half arm to powder.
Kimura let out a miserable howl, and Yang Fei, stopping at nothing, swiftly tore off his other arm.
At that moment, Kimura's shoulder turned into a bloody mess, with stark white bones exposed.
The man howled in despair and agony, reminding everyone of a chicken struggling under a bear's paw.
Everyone watched this murderous demon in fear, blood beads splattering on his cold, marble-like face.
Watching Kimura struggle on the ring, chills ran down everyone's spine.
Under everyone's gaze, Yang Fei approached Kimura step by step, his footsteps heavy and resounding like those of Death.
After receiving one brutal blow after another, Kimura had thoroughly grasped the terrors of this demon.
He fearfully looked at Yang Fei's feet, instinctively curling his body back to keep a distance.
In that instant, the glory of the War God Family, and the dignity of martial artists were forgotten by Kimura.
Before him, the child in Yang Fei's arms stared at him with wide, clear eyes, looking slightly curious.
Yet this gaze was more terrifying to Kimura than anything else!
Kara!
Yang Fei stomped on Kimura's chest, and with a crisp sound, Kimura's sternum fractured, a sharp spike piercing his heart, draining his life.
Kimura gasped heavily.
His lungs had been pierced by broken bones, and the blood from his abdomen constantly surged to his throat, making it impossible for him to breathe.
The agony of suffocation made Kimura widen his eyes, his neck straining backward with veins bulging.
Yet Kimura's mind remained clear.
That pure gaze of the three-year-old child expanded before his eyes.
Kimura fearfully looked into the void, as if within it, a deity punishing evil coldly stared at him.
Boundless darkness swallowed him, his throat made a gurgling sound, and finally, he stopped breathing.
Who says retribution doesn't exist in this world?
After Yang Fei saw him take his last breath, he descended from the ring with the child and returned it to the woman.
"Hurry and leave, you can't stay here any longer."
He said, waving at Henry in the distance, who ran over in fear yet admiration.
"Uncle Master, what is it?"
Yang Fei pointed to the woman, the child, and another referee.
"Arrange for them to leave quickly, and give them enough money."
Henry nodded, leading the family out of the gate of Arena No. 4.
Due to the accident in Arena No. 4, the tournament was temporarily suspended.
After the organizing committee sent someone to understand the situation, they reassigned referees, and the matches in Arena No. 4 continued.
Such incidents were not uncommon in the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament.
In fact, in previous competitions, martial artists often dealt vicious blows, incidents of death or maiming were not rare.
However, in martial arts competition, fists and kicks have no eyes, which was acceptable within limits.
Yang Fei had already won one match, meaning if he won two more, he could become the second Arena Champion of Arena No. 4.
So, according to the referee's instructions, Yang Fei stood on the ring to continue the competition.
In the second match, Yang Fei's opponent was a Muay Thai Master.
That Muay Thai Master's entire body was iron-like, with knees and elbows polished to a yellow sheen.
Though his frame was extremely slim, devoid of much flesh, his tendons and skin were extraordinarily strong, with vigorous Qi-Blood.
Such a master could often unleash exceptionally fierce explosive power.
The combat capabilities of a Muay Thai Master far surpassed that of a Huaxia National Arts Master, as a Mingjin Master, the Muay Thai Master was even more formidable in combat.
However, when it came to Dark Force or even Strength Transformation and above, the Muay Thai Master would pale in comparison.
As for Core Formation to Divine Communication, very few Muay Thai Masters could reach such a realm; beyond Core Formation to Divine Communication was out of the question.
After Yang Fei had brutally killed Kimura, this Muay Thai Master was truly apprehensive of him.
When the two engaged, at least nine out of ten of his moves were feints.
Yang Fei simply put his hands behind his back, darting left and right under his attacks.
After a round of fierce attacks by the Muay Thai Master, Yang Fei seized the opportunity and delivered a heavy punch.
The Muay Thai Master blocked with his hand, only to have his arm bone broken by Yang Fei.
Yang Fei then kicked, sending the Muay Thai Master crashing down from the ring like a bundle of straw.
Even though Yang Fei couldn't unleash True Martial Qi Energy, ordinary third-rate masters had no chance of threatening him.
In the third match, Yang Fei faced a Taekwondo Master.
Upon seeing his opponent, he nearly laughed out loud from delight.
This master was the female Taekwondo Master he had tailed into Arena No. 4, with an enticing figure and long legs.
The female Taekwondo Master never imagined she would encounter this fiend.
Having witnessed Yang Fei's cruelty earlier, her heart was tumultuous, secretly praying not to face him.
Yet, as feared, she was selected by the computer, inevitably forced to face Yang Fei in a showdown.
At the start of the duel, the female Taekwondo Master launched a stormy assault at Yang Fei, trying to prevent any counterattack.
Yang Fei slipped through her attacks, his movements slick as an eel.
The female Taekwondo Master grew anxious, her strikes more fierce, yet still unable to touch Yang Fei's hem.
Yang Fei was not interested in fighting a woman.
At the moment the female Taekwondo Master's Cloud Piercing Kick came, he sidestepped and cradled her waist, tossing her off the ring.
The female Taekwondo Master felt like she was flying through the air on clouds, terrified, and couldn't help but scream.
Yet, she landed gently, standing in good condition, not a hair out of place.
Her heart settling, she couldn't resist glancing back at Yang Fei.
Yang Fei smiled and gestured a victory sign at her, his big beard twitching and looking quite endearing.
The female Taekwondo Master let out a chuckle, realizing at this moment that he had been merciful.
His skillful use of finesse ensured she wasn't embarrassed nor hurt.
The arena erupted in applause and cheers.
The guy overwhelming Kimura earlier seemed like a bloodthirsty demonic beast.
But now, he displayed chivalrous conduct, drawing admiration.
On the first day at Arena No. 4, there emerged two Arena Champions, both from Los Angeles Longwei Martial Arts Gym.
This made the small Longwei Gym famous quickly, with many inquiring about its origin.
Some discovered that several months ago, Longwei Gym had overthrown the Luoshanji Karate Federation.
This left many exclaiming, surprised by Longwei Gym's prowess.
Yang Fei and Long Hai, having accomplished their goals, withdrew from Arena No. 4, entering the hall.
The two found that on the front wall of the hall was a large LCD screen reporting on the 12 arenas.
Among them, many Martial Arts Grandmasters from the Hongmen Alliance and Huaxia Yin Xuelou Alliance gained Arena Champion status on the first day.
Counting, Yin Xuelou Alliance had the most Arena Champion titles among global martial arts factions.
Yang Fei secretly smiled, the situation was exceedingly favorable.