Chapter 1647 - 1648: Ups and Downs
Yang Fei thought to himself, glancing at Shi Meizi, who made a mischievous and adorable face at him.
Shi Meizi whispered into Yang Fei's left ear.
"Don't look at me like that. My mother told me that my father is a Huaxia person, so I can be considered half Huaxia."
Yang Fei was taken aback, never expecting that a Royal Princess of Sang Country would have Huaxia blood.
He was just about to ask for more details when Shi Meizi immediately covered her ears.
"Don't ask me, I know nothing. It's a secret, and I only told you because I consider you a good friend."
Yang Fei nodded; the fact that the Royal Princess of Sang Country had Huaxia lineage was a scandal of monumental proportions.
This must never be leaked.
The two walked into Arena No. 04.
The arena was packed, with a dense crowd surrounding the central stage.
Beneath the stage, a Martial Artist wearing a Huaxia robe was spitting blood, collapsed on the floor in a very miserable state.
Yang Fei recognized the emblem on his sleeve immediately.
This guy was a Martial Artist from the Hongmen Alliance, who had unexpectedly suffered a crushing defeat here.
He looked toward the stage and saw a slim, powerfully Qi-Blooded Sang Country Warrior raising his arms.
He was accepting the crowd's cheers, looking extremely arrogant.
Yang Fei snorted coldly at this guy.
He had already advanced to Arena Champion status and, according to the rules, only accepted challenges from others and did not proactively compete.
But as the Elder Dragon Head of Hongmen, he couldn't sit by and watch while a Hongmen Disciple was injured.
Just as he was about to climb onto the stage, a straight-backed figure, like a javelin, walked up to the stage step by step.
Yang Fei saw who it was and was overjoyed.
The man's features seemed to be sculpted out of marble, both handsome and cool, with thin lips tightly pressed, showing determination.
This person was none other than Fan Yi.
Yang Fei did not expect Fan Yi to also be here.
He scanned around the arena and indeed noticed the Evil Dragon Scoundrels in a corner.
The bearded Mad Blade, the chubby and honest-looking Cui Xiang.
The Cheetah-like Long Xia, with a large head and short stature, and the impressive Three Swords, along with Shen Feng and Ghost Wolf, were all present.
Everyone was happily watching the stage, full of enthusiasm.
Yang Fei liked this very much.
According to Yang Fei's orders, the Evil Dragon Experts weren't supposed to arrive for a few more days.
This group must have been too bored to wait, so they arrived early at the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament.
Fan Yi ascended the stage, and Mad Blade and his gang of scoundrels jeer loudly below.
Mad Blade blew his beard out and laughed loudly, cheering for Fan Yi.
"Fan Yi, crush those little devils, rooting for you."
Mad Blade's words caused the Evil Dragon experts to burst into laughter.
Shen Feng blew a sharp whistle, looking informal and casual.
Fan Yi silently stood on the stage, seemingly oblivious to Mad Blade's words, the chaos below the stage falling on deaf ears.
Yang Fei couldn't help but silently admire him.
Fan Yi's talent wasn't considered very high, but his diligence and perseverance were qualities essential for an outstanding Martial Arts Master.
The karate expert opposite Fan Yi seemed to have realized he was facing a formidable foe.
His eyes locked onto Fan Yi, with a glint of cruelty and bloodthirstiness.
The audience below the stage held their breath, watching the two experts on stage.
Over the past couple of days' competitions, a pattern had nearly formed.
Whenever a Sang Country expert and Huaxia warrior met, it was a fight to the death, with neither side showing mercy.
Therefore, whenever Huaxia warriors competed with karate practitioners, the losing side often suffered serious injuries.
This battle was not just about winning or losing, but about life and death!
The atmosphere grew heavy, the air seemingly stood still.
Everyone held their breath, focusing on the stage.
The Sang Country Warrior struck first, his body like a hunting cheetah, lunging straight at Fan Yi.
Fan Yi watched him quietly, motionless, his eyes as pure as water.
The Sang Country Warrior's figure resembled a wild horse off the reins, surging toward Fan Yi.
Using his forward momentum, he launched a Heart-Piercing Leg directly toward Fan Yi's chest.
Bang!
The sound of muffled thunder rolled in the sky, as the karate warrior's leg shattered the air, eliciting thunderous cheers from the audience.
In terms of Martial Arts skills and sheer power, this karate expert could be considered top-tier.
As Fan Yi watched his Heart-Piercing Leg come toward him, he formed a virtual embrace with his palms.
His whole body exuded a continuous, never-ending energy, sealing off the karate warrior's left foot.
Yang Fei couldn't help but shout in approval.
He immediately recognized it as the starting stance of the Great Mount Sumeru Palm.
The mental method of the Great Mount Sumeru Palm makes the whole body's power spin like a wheel, most suitable for restraining straightforward attacks.
Sure enough, in the next second, the Sang Country Warrior's direct kick involuntarily veered off course, his violent power instantly melting away like ice and snow.
Fan Yi took hold of his left leg, spinning lightly, and suddenly flung him out.
The Sang Country Warrior was launched into the air, and Fan Yi sprang up like a taut arrow, catching up to him mid-air.
His Inch Punch rained down like a violent storm, attacking the Sang Country Warrior.
The crowd heard only the pounding sound, as in an instant, Fan Yi unleashed at least a hundred punches, all striking this Sang Country Warrior.
Bang!
Both men landed, and Fan Yi planted himself firmly on the ground, his momentum steady.
He stood like a well-battled javelin, embedded in the earth.
Meanwhile, the karate practitioner lay on the ground, his entire body in tatters.
All his bones had been shattered by Fan Yi, leaving him completely paralyzed, like a dead dog.
Arena No. 04, at this moment, became extremely quiet, as everyone was rendered speechless.
From the Sang Country Warrior's initial attack to Fan Yi throwing him out and then using Inch Punch to incapacitate him.
The entire exchange lasted less than a minute.
The abrupt change from defeat to victory happened so fast that no one could react.
"Well done!"
In the quiet, Mad Blade shouted loudly, waking everyone up.
The crowd erupted in cheers, clapping enthusiastically.
Fan Yi coldly observed those below the stage, neither speaking nor moving, like a statue.
The referee approached, raising his left hand high and declaring Fan Yi the winner.
The audience erupted with thunderous applause.
The Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament is this harsh; the victor basks in glory, while the loser is utterly defeated.
A group of Evil Dragon Rascal Soldiers was shouting and cheering, loudly congratulating Fan Yi.
Fan Yi gave them a slight look, then turned to step down from the stage.
Just then, a cold voice echoed into everyone's ears.
"Please stay, Kimura Ihei seeks a challenge."
With that chilling voice, a young man lightly jumped onto the stage.
His cheeks were wrapped in bandages, yet his eyes were unsettlingly clear and calm.
The moment Kimura Ihei's name was announced, the audience below the stage erupted into chaos.