Chapter 1656 - 1657: The Real Opponent Is Someone Else
Jingtian Chuyi, standing right in front of Yang Fei, seemed like a wisp of cloud, a brick, a speck of dust, elusive and intangible.
His presence was closely intertwined with the surrounding environment, always harmoniously connected.
The essence of the Taoist's Unity of Heaven and Man was ever present in this Sang Country expert.
It is the highest Realm long sought after by those who practice Cultivation and Qi Cultivation from ancient times.
Such a master, once you become his enemy, is like going against the entire universe.
Everything around you will become your opponent.
This has already surpassed the Realm of a True Martial Master, nearing that of a Spiritual Martial Arts Master.
Yang Fei felt Jingtian Chuyi's aura, his eyes narrowing, his heart filled with apprehension.
Jingtian Chuyi called himself the Sang Country Martial Saint, his reputation was nearly on par with Jing Kongzhao's, and he certainly lived up to it.
Months ago, Yang Fei had met Jingtian Chuyi in Luoshanji.
But at that time, Jingtian Chuyi was far from being as terrifying as he was now.
And in these few short months, Jingtian Chuyi's aura had become more ethereal.
Clearly, he had reached new insights in the Martial Arts.
Yang Fei looked at Jingtian Chuyi indifferently, and Jingtian Chuyi sized up Yang Fei with the same indifference.
Both scrutinized each other like top predators in a jungle, probing one another.
Slowly, Jingtian Chuyi's expression underwent a strange transformation.
Yang Fei before him resembled a well.
Clearly, one could see the well's bottom at a glance, yet Jingtian Chuyi quickly realized that this so-called bottom was nothing but an illusory facade.
The depths of this man were beyond Jingtian Chuyi's ability to even gauge.
Jingtian Chuyi's brow furrowed increasingly tightly.
His demeanor shifted from initial composure to seriousness and intensity.
He had no choice but to reassess the young man with the Big Beard standing before him.
The DNA disguise on Yang Fei's face was flawless.
Even Jingtian Chuyi could not discern Yang Fei's true identity.
Nor did he know that this Big Beard was the man who defeated all the Luoshanji Karate masters single-handedly.
However, none of this diminished Jingtian Chuyi's attention to this Big Beard.
Jingtian Chuyi sensed a deep threat from this man's level of danger.
In his life, Jingtian Chuyi had encountered countless formidable masters, and experienced innumerable close calls.
Yet since achieving Martial Arts Mastery, no one had threatened his life.
But now, this Big Beard in front of him gave Jingtian Chuyi a novel, unprecedented sense of crisis.
Yang Fei's face bore a false smile, but his eyes were devoid of emotion.
The Turtle Extreme and Snake Extreme he mastered perfectly concealed his inner menace.
From the outside, this Big Beard appeared merely stronger than a Core Formation Expert.
Jingtian Chuyi's expression grew more solemn.
"Your name is Dragon Ancestor, have we met before?"
Yang Fei shook his head with an unkind smile.
"Sorry, I haven't met you before, who are you?"
Jingtian Chuyi's gaze deeply searched Yang Fei's.
He seemed intent on spotting a flaw behind Yang Fei's false smile.
But Jingtian Chuyi was quickly disappointed.
Yang Fei gave him no openings, only watching Jingtian Chuyi with a look of caution and mystery.
He appeared both perplexed and wary of this unexpected visitor.
Speaking of Martial Arts Realm, Jingtian Chuyi was a world-renowned Great Grandmaster.
But when it came to deception, he was no match for Yang Fei.
After a long moment, Yang Fei finally spoke coldly: "Why are you looking for Dragon Ancestor?"
Jingtian Chuyi eventually gave up, lowering his eyes and extending his left hand to Yang Fei.
"My apologies, I am Jingtian Chuyi, here especially to visit Mr. Dragon Ancestor."
Yang Fei's right hand retracted as if encountering a venomous snake, his mouth gaping, his face struck with theatrical disbelief.
"What? You're Jingtian Chuyi? My God, I actually ran into the Sang Country Martial Saint!"
He exclaimed, retreating two or three steps with a look of wariness.
"What are you doing here? I believe we're not familiar with each other?"
Jingtian Chuyi saw his wary expression and instead of being annoyed, he laughed.
The doubt in his mind finally drifted away like a breeze.
In his view, the Big Beard's Martial Arts Realm was certainly profound, but it couldn't surpass his own.
This guy, presumably, had been hiding away, practicing Martial Arts all along.
This time at the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament, he finally intended to make an astounding appearance.
Worldwide, there are many martial artists who harbor such aspirations, it's not uncommon.
Jingtian Chuyi looked mockingly at this panic-stricken Big Beard.
"Before now, indeed we were unfamiliar, but in 24 hours, I'll be your challenger."
"What? You're going to challenge me, dear heavens!"
The Big Beard shouted even louder.
He stared at Jingtian Chuyi, trembling like a startled quail.
"All I did was offend the War God Family, does it merit the Sang Country Martial Saint personally attacking me? It's unjust..."
Jingtian Chuyi could fully understand the Big Beard's fear.
Given Jingtian Chuyi's formidable reputation, challenging anyone would likely scare them soul-shattered.
Reflecting on this, Jingtian Chuyi shook his head.
He gestured kindly towards Yang Fei.
"May I enter your courtyard?"
The Big Beard glared fiercely at Jingtian Chuyi.
"You bully the weak, you're not welcome here."
Jingtian Chuyi couldn't help but laugh.
He found this cowardly yet clever Martial Arts master amusing, a rare sight these days.
Ignoring the fearful Big Beard, he stepped into the courtyard.
The Big Beard appeared highly wary of Jingtian Chuyi, keeping his distance, shouting loudly.
"I warn you, this is my private space, you must not trespass."
"Don't think you can do as you please because you're the Sang Country Martial Saint."
Jingtian Chuyi saw him shouting behind but not daring to come near, feeling even more amused.
The Big Beard's Martial Arts Realm was extremely profound; it's no surprise the War God Family suffered losses under him.
However, for him to fear Jingtian Chuyi so much, he was already defeated without the need for a match.
In true Martial Arts championship, the decisive factor is not one's strength, but the unwavering will to win from both sides.
The Big Beard was so intimidated by Jingtian Chuyi's reputation, he could hardly compete in the ring.
Jingtian Chuyi felt much more at ease.
He turned to smile at the Big Beard.
"Sorry, this match isn't personally targeting you."
"I'm merely repaying an old favor to the War God Alliance."
Saying this, Jingtian Chuyi remembered the arrangement between Luoshanji and Yang Fei, his tone turning cold.
"My opponent is someone else."
The Big Beard seemed relieved, staring at Jingtian Chuyi's eyes.
"Alright, then swear you won't poison me in the ring."
Jingtian Chuyi smiled faintly, a spark of Battle Will flashing in his eyes.
"I'm afraid I can't guarantee that; you are one of the few in recent years worth my attention."
"Damn it, using your strength to bully the weak, how shameless, I curse your entire family!"
The Big Beard held up a middle finger at Jingtian Chuyi, ranting.