Chapter 1661 - 1662: No One Else
Listening to a group of snobbish people babbling beside him.
Yang Fei sighed, unwilling to pay attention, and was about to enter Arena 04.
Not far away, a group of reporters were desperately pushing through the crowd, rushing over here.
To them, even if they couldn't interview Jingtian Chuyi, interviewing a challenger like this was still good news.
At this moment, the bustling hall entrance suddenly quieted down.
As if frozen by magic, everyone stopped talking.
Even if someone was still speaking, watching the sudden change in the crowd around them, they couldn't help but fall silent.
Everyone's eyes were on the hall entrance.
As if some strange magic made everyone turn their necks, their bodies frozen in place,
Yang Fei had his back to the hall, yet he suddenly felt a peculiar change in the emptiness of the hall.
Countless air ions, rapidly rotating whirlpools, were originally chaotic.
But at this moment, it was as if they encountered a commanding general, suddenly becoming orderly.
Moreover, countless pure Heaven and Earth Vital Energies were rushing towards the entrance.
The skin on Yang Fei's back stood on end.
The faint sense of crisis coming from behind made the Turtle Extreme within him operate rapidly.
The Turtle Extreme let out a shrill scream, issuing a roar-like warning.
These signs all indicated that a significant figure had descended upon the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament site,
Yang Fei did not turn around, the immense pressure behind him left him incapable of turning.
He was unsure if he would be attacked upon turning around.
Yang Fei already understood who the visitor was.
Of all the martial arts masters he'd met, none reached the Spirit Martial Realm but could harmonize with Heaven and Earth Vital Energy, automatically controlling the pure Heaven and Earth Vital Energy in the air.
Apart from Jingtian Chuyi, there was no one else,
The crowd paused for a moment, then erupted in a landslide of cheers.
"Martial Saint, may you live forever."
"I never thought I could witness Martial Saint in person; he's a living Godly Venerable."
"With Martial Saint's involvement, there is no match at the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament."
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Not far away, countless reporters were like ants, urgently pushing towards this place.
Almost simultaneously, numerous Sang Country warriors suddenly appeared among the crowd.
They politely yet firmly stopped the reporters.
The reporters had no choice but to stand in place, holding long guns and short cannons, taking photos of Jingtian Chuyi relentlessly.
Flashlights glittered, the snapping of cameras was lively.
Under the attention of the photographers, everyone's gaze was magnetically drawn to Jingtian Chuyi.
There seemed to be a strange magic on him that compelled attention, obedience, and worship.
As the crowd cheered and discussed, Jingtian Chuyi slowly walked towards Yang Fei.
Yang Fei turned around, standing still, ignoring others' gazes.
He casually lit a cigarette, his lips blew out elegant smoke rings.
Jingtian Chuyi walked over to Yang Fei.
He calmly extended a hand, his expression extremely serene, showing profound respect for the strong.
Under the bright flashlight, Jingtian Chuyi's expression was clearly visible to everyone.
His face showed no disdain, but rather respect for a martial artist of the same realm.
Jingtian Chuyi looked deeply at Yang Fei, his hand still suspended in the air.
"Since breaking through to the True Martial Realm, I have not acted in a long time."
"Not because I abandoned the pursuit of martial arts, but because there are no enemies in this world worth my action."
Jingtian Chuyi's words were plain and slow, almost spoken one word at a time.
Yet, his words were arrogantly confident to the extreme.
Everyone gazed blankly, listening.
No one felt Jingtian Chuyi's words were excessive.
No matter how boastful the words, coming from Jingtian Chuyi's mouth, they were undeniably true.
Yang Fei smiled bitterly, shaking his head: "You're overestimating me."
As he spoke, he finally reached out and shook Jingtian Chuyi's hand.
The solemn and serious moment when the hands of two Grandmasters of Martial Arts clasped together made many instinctively close their mouths.
Jingtian Chuyi released Yang Fei's hand, looking at him calmly.
"Whether you have the qualification, both you and I know very well."
"Huaxia Drinking Snow Tower actually produced an unparalleled master like you, surprising me greatly."
He said each word deliberately.
"In my view, among Huaxia warriors, only you have the qualification to fight me."
This time, all spectators gasped.
"Who is this person? He actually earned Jingtian Chuyi's respect?"
"That's right, I heard Jingtian Chuyi would challenge a strong figure named Dragon Ancestor today, could this be him?"
"Unbelievable, considering Jingtian Chuyi's stature, it's remarkable he shows respect to an ordinary martial artist, the status and strength are completely unmatched."
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The Taekwondo master who previously mocked Yang Fei trembled with thick lips, lost in a daze.
The long-legged beauty beside him looked at Yang Fei with admiration, her eyes dewy.
Anyone who isn't a fool could discern from Jingtian Chuyi's attitude.
This Big Beard is worthy of Jingtian Chuyi's respect; he must be Chuyi's formidable opponent.
At the sports hall entrance, the guys who mocked Yang Fei stood dumbfounded.
Seeing this scene, the crowd couldn't help but feel as if a lightning bolt struck, exploding above their heads.
This was indeed a vivid example of not recognizing Mount Tai.
Thinking how they mocked a master of the same level as Martial Saint with frivolous jokes, pouring insults and sarcastic remarks,
everyone felt a sense of surviving a catastrophe.
Core Formation to Divine Communication martial artists have surpassed normal human limits, power and lifespan unimaginable to ordinary people.
After reaching the True Martial Realm, they are no longer human.
The legend of beings who can overturn seas and rivers, destroy everything—God!
Jingtian Chuyi finished speaking, his eyes still quietly on Yang Fei.
"Meeting you is my honor, today we will fight to the very end, deciding victory, and deciding life and death."
Yang Fei knew his true self could no longer be hidden from this wise Sang Country Martial Saint.
His expression turned solemn, nodding.
"We both fight for our masters, for the country, for the people, even if met with death, we honor our passionate blood."
Jingtian Chuyi laughed heartily, bumped his fist with Yang Fei's, then slowly entered Arena 04.
Watching Jingtian Chuyi's leaving figure, Yang Fei felt a sense of kinship.
If not for national interests trumping all, he would rather befriend such a Grandmaster of Martial Arts.
Amidst the stunned gazes of everyone, Yang Fei entered Arena 04.
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