Chapter 1659 - 1660: Battle Dragon Unleashed
Finally, Yang Fei let out a long sigh and chuckled.
"I can't do anything about Jing Kongzhao, but dealing with Jingtian Chuyi, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve."
As he spoke, he recounted the events of the day.
When everyone learned that Jingtian Chuyi had visited Li Island specifically to see Yang Fei, they were both shocked and angry.
However, after hearing Yang Fei recount the whole incident, everyone burst into laughter.
Everyone knew that Yang Fei was trying to give the other side a false sense of security.
If Jingtian Chuyi underestimated Yang Fei even a little, he'd pay a heavy price in the ring.
It could be said that the martial arts rivalry between Sang Country and Huaxia, for the next decade, lay entirely on the shoulders of Jingtian Chuyi and Yang Fei.
If Yang Fei lost, there would be no one to stop Jingtian Chuyi.
He could easily challenge each of Huaxia's factions and defeat them one by one.
Thinking about the difficult road ahead, everyone couldn't help but sigh.
Even the fearless Mad Blade furrowed his brow and remained silent.
Yang Fei stood up, holding his bowl of liquor, and spoke calmly.
"In the early 1930s, the Land of Huaxia suffered a catastrophe as the People of Sang Country occupied our territory, committing all sorts of atrocities."
"They were well-prepared for battle, with military power and formidable soldiers, almost guaranteeing victory."
"But our heroic ancestors bravely rose up to resist the People of Sang Country."
"These noble martyrs endured countless sacrifices, fighting for eight years in blood and fire, eventually driving these bandits back to their nests."
Everyone stared blankly at Yang Fei, not understanding why he suddenly spoke of history at this moment.
Yang Fei stopped and took a harsh swig of the strong liquor.
"Today, our duel with the People of Sang Country is identical to the past, fighting for the rise and fall of both countries and the prosperity of martial arts."
"Back then, our ancestors had no chance of winning, yet they charged ahead. We now have over a thirty percent chance, so why are we retreating?"
At this point, Yang Fei shouted fiercely, his voice heroic and full of vigor.
"Are we not descendants of the Dragon? Are we not the seed of Huaxia?"
"Is the blood in our veins cold or boiling? Tell me!"
Yang Fei's words instantly ignited the passion in everyone.
Everyone felt as if the strong liquor they drank had turned into flames, burning fiercely, filling them with enthusiasm and fighting spirit.
Mad Blade was the first to stand, downing the bowl of liquor with a hoarse voice.
"The Chief Instructor is right, our ancestors fought not only inevitable battles, but those are not the actions of real men."
"Who is Jingtian Chuyi? Even if I die in battle, I'll crush his balls before I die."
Yang Fei nodded, scanning the room with his eyes.
The Evil Dragon Soldier Kings' veins pulsed, their faces flushed with excitement, their eyes wild with intensity.
The unyielding Long Xia also downed his bowl of strong liquor.
"Let's take them on, Jingtian Chuyi is nothing. If the Instructor falls, I'll be the first to charge."
Fan Yi said nothing, simply raising his bowl of liquor, cherishing his words like gold.
"Let's do it!"
The Three Swords, Ghost Wolf, Shen Feng, and others raised their bowls together, shouting loudly.
"All the way!"
Xiao Xuanya watched from the side, her eyes slightly teary.
This group of Huaxia men didn't come from illustrious backgrounds.
They were street thugs, ruffians, who would whistle at young women, gamble, or do anything.
But when it came to national and ethnic interests, they showed true courage and integrity.
Shui Rou stood by, watching these heroes, sighing deeply.
Her eyes looked into the distance, where the Red Shirt Army was also brave and skilled in battle.
But they lacked this unwavering unity, passionate generosity, battle will, and killing intent.
This group of masters was truly dragons.
The Battle Dragons roam wild, their blood dark and yellow!
Heading into this, the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament was uncertain about how many waves and storms it would stir up!
Yang Fei successfully ignited everyone's battle spirit, yet he chuckled and called everyone to sit down.
"Don't forget, what is our purpose? To complete the mission alive, that's my only requirement for everyone."
"Remember, dying gallantly is foolish. Only those who cunningly kill the enemy are the real heroes."
Everyone laughed heartily, their faces returning to a mischievous demeanor.
When it came to playing tricks, using underhand tactics, and setting traps, these guys were all experts.
After Yang Fei finished speaking, he waved to Xiao Xuanya, who took out a hand-drawn map and handed it to him.
Yang Fei spread the map on the table and beckoned everyone over.
"Winning the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament is just one of our goals."
"There are also the Eight Gates Ninja, the War God Alliance, and the Aventi spy satellite."
"So, we must have a detailed and executable strategic plan."
Everyone gathered around, and Yang Fei pointed at the hand-drawn military map, explaining slowly, his voice growing quieter.
At two in the afternoon, Yang Fei arrived proudly at the Pinghu City Sports Hall, all by himself.
The other Evil Dragon Soldier Kings also arrived, blending into the crowd, waiting for the right moment to act.
Jingtian Chuyi making a move was earth-shattering news in the entire martial arts circle.
This event not only shocked the martial arts world worldwide but also caused a stir in the entertainment and business circles.
Countless reporters rushed to the Pinghu City Sports Hall entrance, eager to capture any news about Jingtian Chuyi.
The entrance was crowded, with at least a dozen news vans parked.
Reporters from all over the world, specializing in sports and entertainment, were lying in wait in the possible paths Jingtian Chuyi might take.
In such a grand event, just catching a word or a glimpse of Jingtian Chuyi was explosive news.
In contrast, Yang Fei received no attention.
This guy, called Long Zu, apart from providing comic relief in social conversations, had no news value.
Many newspapers published articles about this low-key and mysterious Long Zu.
The editor-in-chief of the famous The Times, Mr. Mark, reported on this unknown character with his sharp and humorous style.
Under Mr. Mark's pen, Yang Fei became an attention-seeking clown, a schemer with ulterior motives, trying to ride the wave of fame.
Finally, Mr. Mark declared to everyone.
If this clown could defeat Mr. Martial Saint, he would throw himself into the Pacific Ocean, bidding farewell to this absurd world forever.
Other editors followed suit, mocking and sarcastically presenting shocking scoops. Yang Fei became famous even before stepping into the ring.
He was described in ludicrous terms as a clown, a street rat, a daydreaming lunatic.
However, no reporter knew this guy's true origin.