Chapter 1648 - 1649: Can I Smoke a Cigarette?
"Is Kimura Ihei really the top expert of the Kimura Clan?"
"Oh my god, I actually saw Kimura Ihei. He is the top disciple of Takeda Shoyu."
"Speaking of exceptional talent, though Chen Feng is noteworthy, when it comes to the depth of Martial Arts Realm, none compares to Kimura Ihei."
"Kimura Ihei made a move! Does it mean Jingtian Hatsuiti will also make a move at today's Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament?"
...
Below the stage, countless spectators were discussing loudly.
Kimura Ihei, as the top disciple of Martial Saint Jingtian Hatsuiti, is as famous as the Martial Saint himself.
He is even touted as the most promising young expert among the rising stars of Sang Country.
Fan Yi glanced at Kimura Ihei, his eyes like cat eyes in sunlight, pupils contracting into tight slits.
Fan Yi instinctively felt this Sangguo Warrior was extremely dangerous.
His entire Essence Qi was concealed, making him seem like an unlit barrel of explosives.
Such people either don't make a move, or if they do, cause a commotion.
Fan Yi had reached the Earth-grade realm and had faintly sensed the gate to True Martial Realm.
Thus, after just one look at Kimura Ihei, he could pretty much affirm this guy was very perilous.
Nonetheless, Fan Yi didn't retreat even a half-step.
He stared at Kimura Ihei intently, unmoving and silent, while his Gang Yuan Qi surged upwards, Essence Qi above his head shooting skyward like a wolf smoke.
At this moment, the spectators below the stage noticed the bandage on Kimura Ihei's cheek.
Everyone widened their eyes in astonishment.
"What happened to Kimura Ihei's face? It's unimaginable. Is there someone even stronger than him?"
"In the vast world full of hidden talents, anyone who could injure Kimura Ihei must be a grand figure at the Martial God's realm."
"If that's the case, Kimura Ihei, even if defeated, is still honorable."
...
Amidst the crowd's discussion, Kimura Ihei walked step by step to stand beside Fan Yi.
He looked deeply at Fan Yi, his tone calm.
"I must admit, you are indeed an exceptional expert."
"But I want to tell you, your glory and life will end at my hands."
Fan Yi looked at him expressionlessly and sneered coldly.
"Enough talk. If you want to fight, then let's fight."
Kimura Ihei's smile seemed frozen, his expression turning extremely cold.
"Very well. I will grant your wish."
Just then, a lazy voice echoed onto the stage.
"Kimura Ihei, your opponent is me."
Kimura Ihei was surprised, quickly turning around at the familiar voice.
Below the stage, a Big Beard looked at him lazily, a cigarette in his mouth.
Beside him was the charming Shi Meizi.
"It's you, you dare come!"
This made Kimura Ihei's eyes nearly shoot fire.
That morning, caught off guard, he was beaten miserably by Yang Fei.
Reflecting afterward and learning the lesson, he realized this guy had used a dirty trick, making him grind his teeth.
Seeing his enemy now, naturally, his fury intensified.
"Get up here!"
Kimura Ihei exhausted all his energy, struggling to control his emotions, roaring like a lion.
Yang Fei grinned mischievously, chuckling at Shi Meizi.
"This guy wants me to get up there, should I go or not?"
Shi Meizi, also a Little Witch, smiled cunningly like a Little Fox, glancing at Kimura Ihei with a charming smile.
"Resentful, huh? Didn't get beaten enough in the morning, now you want more. You should just satisfy his small request."
Shi Meizi's taunting almost made Kimura Ihei explode with anger.
However, Shi Meizi is a Princess, and no matter how daring Kimura Ihei is, he wouldn't dare lose his temper at Shi Meizi in public.
He suppressed his voice, trying hard to control his fury, glaring sinisterly at Yang Fei below the stage.
"Dragon Ancestor, do you dare to fight me? Give a definitive answer, or relinquish the position of Arena Champion."
Yang Fei chuckled, languidly walking toward the stage.
The crowd looked at this Big Beard with seemingly no Essence Qi, and his Qi-Blood didn't seem strong, shaking their heads repeatedly.
However, someone with insider knowledge mentioned Yang Fei's identity, knowing he was already one of the top ten Arena Champions at Arena 04, causing a stir.
Instantly, chatter erupted, the scene boiling over.
"I suspect this guy must be the scion of some Martial Arts family in Xijing, using connections to get in, right?"
"Hard to say. I think this Big Beard is completely a rookie; I really don't know how he'll face Kimura Ihei?"
"Whether a mule or a horse, a test will reveal, on the stage, it doesn't matter what big shot you are, one punch and you'll be searching for your teeth."
...
As they spoke, Yang Fei had already walked onto the stage, facing Kimura Ihei from afar.
The curve of his upturned big beard seemed a bit ridiculous, like a Persian.
Kimura Ihei saw this guy and couldn't help but feel anger rising.
He looked deeply at Yang Fei, lowering his voice.
"I never imagined you would dare come to the stage."
Yang Fei sneered: "You really think you're something special? Why wouldn't I dare come?"
This guy proudly raised his middle finger at Kimura Ihei.
"Let me tell you, if I can beat you once, I can beat you a second time."
Enraged, Kimura Ihei laughed heartily, nodding heavily at Yang Fei.
"Very good, I hope everything goes as you wish."
Speaking, he wielded his Essence Qi, a massive and irresistible True Yuan Energy radiating from him.
The air currents around him changed mysteriously, countless vortices forming ripples encircling Kimura Ihei.
Air ions frictioned, crackling with electric sparks.
The discerning spectators on site mostly exclaimed.
"True Martial Qi Energy! Didn't expect Kimura Ihei's Martial Arts truly reached True Martial Realm."
"Martial Saint's disciple truly lives up to the reputation. This Big Beard is so pitiful to encounter a True Martial Master."
"Let me mourn for him. If I were him, I'd surrender immediately to save at least one small life."
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Listening to the crowd's chatter, Yang Fei smirked, watching Kimura Ihei.
"Looks like I can't win this round."
Kimura Ihei coldly watched Yang Fei, correcting him.
"Wrong, you're destined to die."
After finishing his words, Kimura Ihei gathered his True Yuan Energy, his aura reaching its peak.
He shouted, charging towards Yang Fei like an ancient Baolong, murderous aura surging, fiercely vicious.
Yang Fei suddenly waved his hand: "Wait, I'm not ready yet."
Kimura Ihei's entire True Yuan Energy was running strongly when suddenly halted, pain faintly brewed in his chest.
He held back the blood that nearly spewed from his chest.
"What do you want?"
Yang Fei looked at the two referees and made his request.
"Excuse me, may I have a smoke?"