Chapter 1649 - 1650: Differing Levels of Soul
The martial arts duel, martial artists from all over the world, customs and personalities vary widely.
Some need to pray before the duel, some need to pay homage to ancestors, and some even sit cross-legged to meditate and calm their minds.
Strictly speaking, Yang Fei wanting to smoke a cigarette is not an inappropriate action.
However, what is mentioned above are all normal situations.
But at this moment, the two were already at each other's throats, ready to attack.
Just when things had to happen, Yang Fei suddenly wanted to smoke, which was unprecedented.
The two referees exchanged glances and discussed a few words.
One of the referees shook his hand, signaling for Kimura Ihei to pause the attack.
Yang Fei cheerfully watched Kimura Ihei, then used a lighter to ignite a cigarette, and gleefully started smoking.
"Bastard, I want to kill you!"
With this, Kimura Ihei was so angry that his lungs burst, ignoring any damn rules, he charged directly at Yang Fei.
Yang Fei leisurely exhaled a smoke ring, seeing Kimura Ihei rushing over, couldn't help but panic.
He shouted, hiding behind the two referees.
"This is unfair! I haven't finished my cigarette, referee, won't you do something about him breaking the rules?"
The two referees felt Kimura Ihei's murderous aura, both shook with fear.
Both crawled and rolled away to the side of the ring, not daring to say a word.
Almost simultaneously, Yang Fei, like a sticky plaster, clung tightly to the two referees, shouting loudly.
Meanwhile, this guy did not delay his smoking.
His cigarette quickly burned to the end, its reddish tip resembling a tiny burning torch.
Bang!
Kimura Ihei delivered a high kick, smashing down towards Yang Fei.
His leg moved the air ions, drawing a fierce arc, like a giant scythe.
At this moment, Yang Fei suddenly lifted his head, his eyes flashing red.
A cruel and violent aura, from Kimura Ihei's gaze, directly rushed into his brain.
Tiger Ghost!
Kimura Ihei felt his brain shudder.
His thoughts, like smeared with super glue, couldn't function, his entire mind went blank.
In his daze, Kimura Ihei saw only Yang Fei's blood-red vicious eyes before him.
His eyes seemed like the legendary devil's eyes.
"Not good!"
Kimura Ihei, having battled many times, sensed something was wrong.
He immediately closed his eyes, desperately concentrating his mind, but his high kick fiercely slammed towards the opponent's head.
Yang Fei did not dodge, his hands horizontally forming a Golden Beam, blocking Kimura Ihei's high kick.
Kimura Ihei was momentarily stunned.
He never thought that this little ant with Transcending the Divine Gang Strength could resist his full strength blow.
Just then, Yang Fei forcefully pushed away Kimura Ihei's high kick, then flipped and rolled under Kimura Ihei.
An idea flashed through Kimura Ihei's mind like lightning.
The cooling sensation at his crotch made him suddenly alarmed.
He used all his strength to retreat straight backward.
Only to hear a ripping sound, Yang Fei's move, Great Sage Stealing Peaches, tore Kimura Ihei's crotch.
At the same time, on the inside of his thigh, a bloody scratch was left.
At this moment, Kimura Ihei was scared out of his wits.
If not for his breakthrough to the True Martial Realm, with speed far exceeding ordinary experts, this would have been a catastrophe of grave consequence.
And in this kind of competition, an injury to a certain part could mean Kimura Ihei wouldn't even survive.
Cold sweat seeped from Kimura Ihei's forehead, not far away, Yang Fei calmly extended his palm.
In his palm, there were torn strips of cloth, and some unidentified black hairs.
This guy, seemed amused, his face full of mischievous expressions.
At this moment, Kimura Ihei jumped with rage, but the audience below the ring all booed loudly.
No one expected that Kimura Ihei, known as the top emerging talent of Sang Country Martial Arts, the eldest disciple of Jingtian Chuyi.
Almost fell under this vile move.
Kimura Ihei took a deep breath, rising into the air again, charging towards Yang Fei.
This time, he ignited True Martial Qi Force, forming a barrier around him, proceeding steadily.
His whole body seemed like an armored tank, unstoppable.
Yang Fei's feet danced with Yu Step, like an astonished phoenix, like a swimming dragon, dodging and weaving through Kimura Ihei's punches and kicks.
His form like a slippery fish, refusing to meet Kimura Ihei's attacks head-on.
Kimura Ihei almost exploded with rage.
He swore, this guy in his past life must have been a chicken-stealing yellow weasel.
His movements slippery, steps strange, even though he used all his strength, it felt like firing an anti-aircraft gun at mosquitoes, completely ineffective.
However, if he occasionally counter-attacked, it was extremely vicious.
This guy specifically took advantage, aimed under Kimura Ihei's defenses, scheming and ruthless.
The most infuriating thing for Kimura Ihei was, this guy's attacks were disgraceful to the extreme.
He aimed for below the belt with every move, even occasionally attacking above, it was to choke, poke eyes, and pull hair.
This guy was a complete scoundrel in his fighting style.
The audience below the ring increasingly found it funny, yet increasingly shocked.
It was clearly a duel between two masters, but this guy, turned it into an obscene spectacle of perfect ridicule.
It wasn't a fight, it was like a teasing scene in Wanhua Tower with a bunch of girls.
If it were an ordinary expert using such rogue tactics, they'd have been beaten like a dead dog long ago.
Yet somehow, this strange Rushing Pulses Fist in his hands had multiplied in power, forcing Kimura Ihei to retreat step by step.
Not far away, a group of Evil Dragon Scoundrel masters cheered loudly, waving flags and shouting for Big Beard on the ring.
"Well done, so brilliant."
"Today I finally understand our gap with Brother Fei, it's not a Martial Arts difference, it's completely within the soul's level."
"Brother Fei is magnificent, obscene divine skill, ruling the Mortal World."
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Beneath the ring, Shi Meizi watched Yang Fei's attacks, increasingly amused.
This guy's actions were shamelessly indecent, yet left Kimura Ihei roaring angrily, with an overpowering rage that helplessly had no counter.
Shi Meizi counted on his fingers for Yang Fei.
He had been dueling Kimura Ihei on the ring for less than three minutes, yet Great Sage Stealing Peach had been performed over a dozen times.
Other moves like Twin Dragons Grab the Pearl, Old Tree Entwined Roots, Dragon Claw Hand kept coming repeatedly.
Kimura Ihei nearly ground his teeth to dust, feeling from Yang Fei's moves a thick atmosphere of sarcasm and mockery.
This guy simply didn't respect him, didn't take him as a serious opponent.
In this guy's hands, Kimura Ihei felt like he was being played like a monkey.
He felt determined, fists and legs rolled out like a giant axe splitting mountains, full of power.
Gradually, the air currents on the ring formed a vortex, surrounding Kimura Ihei, a strange force field emerged.
This force field, like a magnetic field, centered around Kimura Ihei, completely under his control.
Yang Fei only felt like he was trapped in a quagmire, his movements gradually slowing.
The pace of his footwork was restricted, making him secretly startled.
This is the True Martial Forbidden Area of the True Martial Realm.
However, Kimura Ihei's Martial Arts Realm wasn't enough to immediately form the True Martial Forbidden Area.
Yet after these few minutes of brewing, his True Martial Aura and surrounding air currents merged, the True Martial Forbidden Area had gradually taken shape.
Beneath the ring, there were perceptive spectators who exclaimed aloud.
"Oh my god, this is the True Martial Forbidden Area, it's amazing."
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