Chapter 1641 - 1642: Fear of Death Is a Virtue
The fat elder was startled, "Why is Brother Kimura so certain?"
Kimura Kougen snorted, his eyes filled with hatred.
"I've seen the video of that big-bearded Huaxia person cruelly killing Kimura. The step technique he used is precisely the Yu Step, the unteach mental method of Huaxia Martial Arts."
"So, even though his martial arts realm isn't as good as Kimura's, Kimura still died at his hands."
"Yu Step?"
The fat elder's eyes widened in astonishment.
"Isn't the Yu Step the unteach mental method from the Martial God's era? How could it appear on this guy?"
Kimura Kougen's eyes bore even deeper hatred.
"Back then, the Martial God slaughtered my 12 War God Families single-handedly using the Yu Step. I will never forget it."
"This person must be the Martial God's legitimate line. Now that he's fallen into the hands of my Kimura Clan, it's a heaven-sent opportunity to avenge the old War Gods who died in battle back then."
The fat elder was quite startled by this shocking news.
He stammered as he looked at Kimura Kougen, "The Martial God has been missing for ten years. If the Yu Step has appeared, does that mean the Martial God might reappear?"
Kimura Kougen shook his head, "I don't know."
"But now, with the prosperity of Sang Country's martial arts, and having Martial God Jing Kongzhao and Martial Saint Jingtian Hatsuiti, even if the Huaxia Martial God returns, they can still fight."
The fat elder nodded, then gritted his teeth, making a resolute decision.
"Alright, I'll immediately gather the family disciples to hunt this guy down."
"For daring to kill people from our War God Alliance Family, he must not die well."
Kimura Kougen shook his head, his tone deeply somber.
"You're wrong. This Huaxia person tortured Kimura to death in the Martial Golden Sword 04 Arena. This is a disgrace to all War God Families."
"We not only have to kill him, but also retrieve the dignity that the War God Family has lost."
The fat elder looked at Kimura Kougen with some confusion.
"Then, what should we do?"
Kimura Kougen didn't answer, his gaze once again directed towards the distance.
In the distance, a round red sun was gradually setting beyond the sea horizon.
The dusk fell, and the fishing lights on the shore glimmered like a string of moving pearls.
His tone was filled with grave solemnity.
"Let Kimura Ihei go, only he can reclaim the dignity of our War God Family."
"Kimura Ihei?"
The fat elder's eyes widened.
"He is the number one expert among our Kimura Clan's rising generation. Isn't it too early to send him into the arena now?"
"After all, we also hope that he can secure a top ten spot at this year's Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament."
Kimura Kougen's eyes were fixed on the gradually setting red sun as he deeply sighed.
"It's too late. Although Kimura Ihei is our Kimura Clan's last ace, at this moment, there's no room for conservatism."
"If we don't knock this Huaxia person off the ring, the honor of the War God Family will suffer even greater damage."
At this point, he gritted his teeth tightly, making a creaking sound.
"Moreover, that Huaxia warrior has the blood of 32 of our Kimura Clan's disciples on his hands. This time, I want him to die ten times more miserably than Kimura Jiro."
The fat elder coldly watched the setting sun on the horizon and finally let out a deep sigh.
"Alright, I'll have Ihei return tomorrow. I believe his teacher, Jingtian Hatsuiti, will understand our dilemma."
Yang Fei called Xue Mingtai and asked him to gather the Bao Longwei Martial Arts Hall disciples, while he returned to Li Wang Town.
In Li Wang Town, many people greeted Yang Fei warmly when they saw him.
Along the way, people offered him fruits and vegetables, so by the time Yang Fei walked from the town entrance to the small courtyard, his arms were full of gifts.
Yang Fei knew that ever since he had beaten up Jingtian Xiongyi, the Red Shirt Army hadn't regarded him as an outsider.
He gladly accepted such goodwill and then knocked on the courtyard door.
Inside the small courtyard, Xiao Xuanya and Shuirou were doing cross-stitch embroidery.
The art of cross-stitch, a traditional craft from ancient Huaxia, had become popular throughout East Asia, and Little Demon was quite adept at it.
Shuirou was eager to make friends with Little Demon and sincerely sought her guidance. In no time, the two women became as close as sisters.
Seeing Yang Fei return, Xiao Xuanya put down her cross-stitch and greeted him with a smile.
Shuirou, however, felt a bit shy, and a charming blush appeared on her cheeks.
Upon seeing the blush on Shuirou's cheeks, Yang Fei felt a headache coming on.
He wasn't sure how much of Shuirou's blush was real and how much was fake.
Yang Fei hadn't forgotten that it was this shy and gentle demeanor of Shuirou's that almost deceived him once.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with Yang Fei, Shuirou tactfully left the small courtyard.
Yang Fei shared some updates about the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament with Xiao Xuanya.
He also casually mentioned the grievances between the War God Family and himself to Little Demon.
In all fairness, Little Demon was already a veteran in the Mortal World, and she furrowed her brows gently, speaking tenderly.
"Afei, I have an unsettling feeling deep down. You must be careful."
"If Jingtian Hatsuiti and Jing Kongzhao from the Sang Country get involved, by no means should you linger in the fight. We could always become great heroes again after 18 years."
Yang Fei understood Xiao Xuanya's meaning and laughed heartily.
"Don't worry. I have no intention of having a death match with Jingtian Hatsuiti or Jing Kongzhao."
"If I can fight them, I will, but if not, I'll run. Being afraid of death is a valuable quality."
Xiao Xuanya was amused into a giggle. Only this guy could speak so nobly and refreshingly about the disgraceful act of running away.
That night, Yang Fei entered Xiao Xuanya's room. Faced with the flower-like, jade-like Little Demon, he always found it hard to resist.
This time, Little Demon uncharacteristically refrained from using her Charming Art of Heavenly Fragrance and National Beauty, tenderly serving Yang Fei.
Although nothing substantial happened between them, Little Demon's myriad of charm and various methods still greatly pleased Yang Fei.
The next morning, Yang Fei bid farewell to Little Demon and headed to the Pinghu City Gymnasium.
He was already the arena champion, so after ten undefeated challenges, he would become a Golden Sword candidate master,
Once becoming a Golden Sword candidate master, with twenty undefeated challenges, he could compete for one of the top ten Martial Golden Sword masters.
The front of the Pinghu City Gymnasium was bustling with people, and the surge in visitors brought temporary economic prosperity to the area.
Many small traders set up stalls on the streetside, engaging in business.
Some sold specialty snacks, others sold various local products, and some sold various items related to the Golden Sword Conference. The scene was lively with traffic.
As Yang Fei walked to the front of the gymnasium, a youth about sixteen or seventeen approached him, handed him a note, and then ran off.
Yang Fei opened the note, which only contained a very brief message.
"Buy you a drink, coming?"
Below this message was a simple map.
A series of curved arrows pointed forward, indicating a left turn, with a wobbly circle marking the destination,
Yang Fei couldn't help but feel curious.
Who could be watching him? Moreover, this invitation method was indeed peculiar.