Chapter 1662 - 1663: Let Them Gossip Behind My Back
The No. 04 Arena was packed with a sea of people, the crowd surging.
From Yang Fei's perspective, all he could see were densely packed heads.
On the stage, Jingtian Chuyi sat cross-legged, eyes closed, resting.
Countless Heaven and Earth Vital Energy swirled around him, vaguely forming a Yin Yang Fish pattern vortex.
This slight change in airflow seemed insignificant to ordinary people.
But to true masters who recognized it, it was extraordinary.
This indicated that the True Martial Spirit within Jingtian Chuyi was incredibly pure, almost seamlessly integrated with the Heaven and Earth Vital Energy.
Thus, he was able to attract and interact with the surrounding Heaven and Earth Vital Energy, creating a force field.
Jingtian Chuyi's reputation was truly resounding.
His mere presence on the stage drew countless martial artists and ordinary spectators alike.
The guests in other arenas nearly emptied as everyone flocked here.
To witness a supreme master like Jingtian Chuyi in action was a rare opportunity that even martial artists with particularly high comprehension could gain immense growth from.
It was an enlightenment opportunity money couldn't buy.
Ordinary people, too, were attracted by Jingtian Chuyi's immense fame.
In the minds of many, the legends surrounding Jingtian Chuyi had become akin to those of an immortal.
To have such an opportunity to witness a godly figure firsthand was a dream for many.
As everyone watched Jingtian Chuyi on the stage, resting with closed eyes, they were filled with immense curiosity.
Who could be the opponent of this True God?
Those who knew the inside scoop exaggerated the earlier scene, causing waves of exclamations.
Those who didn't know the details asked around.
Everyone was filled with curiosity about the arena champion Jingtian Chuyi was about to challenge.
That person must have committed an enormous sin to provoke Jingtian Chuyi to action.
Numerous reporters rushed in.
Although they couldn't interview Jingtian Chuyi up close, capturing this unprecedented battle firsthand would still be a significant achievement.
Amidst the clamor, Yang Fei touched his mustache.
Once he was sure no one could see through his disguise, he slowly walked towards the stage.
At first, no one noticed this ordinary-looking man with a mustache.
But as Yang Fei slowly made his way onto the stage, everyone's attention gradually focused on him.
Many people's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"Oh my God, it's actually him."
"From every aspect, he couldn't possibly be a match for Jingtian Chuyi."
"There must be something fishy; how could a Godly Venerable hold animosity towards a mere mortal?"
...
Yang Fei stood in the middle of the stage, feet neither too wide nor too narrow, steady as a mountain.
Jingtian Chuyi opened his eyes, still exuding a peaceful and gentle demeanor.
"You still came up."
"Yes, I did."
Their simple exchange was not loud.
But amplified by the live broadcast screen above the stage, everyone heard their conversation clearly.
Click, click, snap.
A burst of flashlights illuminated the entire stage like daylight.
Everyone held their breath, with most looking at Yang Fei as if seeing a dead man.
Indifference, sneers, disdain – all were present.
Since Jingtian Chuyi rose to fame, almost all the masters who faced him either died or were disabled, disappearing over the tide of time.
For the past decade, he had sat atop the Sang Country Martial Saint throne, with no one daring to challenge him.
No one expected that at this year's Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament.
Jingtian Chuyi would willingly challenge this ordinary-looking, featureless man with a mustache.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Jingtian Chuyi slowly stood up.
According to Sang Country Martial Arts etiquette, he pressed his hands to his thighs and respectfully bowed to Yang Fei, his expression solemn.
"Please!"
Facing the Sang Country Martial Saint, Yang Fei put away his playful grin.
Suppressing the roaring Turtle Extreme within, he expressionlessly clasped his hands in salute to Jingtian Chuyi.
"Please!"
Their gazes collided in mid-air, sparks seemingly flying.
Maintaining the same stance, they suddenly froze, eyes like fighting cocks, staring at each other.
Boom!
A pure, transparent True Yuan Energy burst from Yang Fei's Niwan Palace, shooting straight to the sky.
Numerous Heaven and Earth Vital Energy spiraled around the True Yuan Qi Pillar within Yang Fei.
Simultaneously, a ferocious and bloodthirsty aura emanated from him, radiating outward.
Inside him, Turtle Extreme remained calm, Extreme Tiger roared, Snake Extreme flicked its tongue, Elephant Extreme raised its trunk, Niu Ji was defiant, Phoenix Extreme soared high.
The intense aura instantly swept through the entire arena, as if an Ancient Demon Beast had suddenly descended upon the stage.
Below the stage, a Taekwondo long-legged beauty held a glass cup, watching Yang Fei with concern.
Inside her cup was orange juice, swirling into golden whirlpools.
Crash!
Swept by Yang Fei's relentless aura, the Taekwondo beauty suddenly trembled, her Essence Qi bursting from her body.
Uncontrollably, she crushed the glass cup, the drink splashing everywhere.
Coincidentally, martial artists surrounding the beauty were similarly affected by the aura.
Many lost control of their Essence Qi, instinctively displaying aggressive behaviors.
Some crushed cups, others damaged chairs, some gritted their teeth, and some couldn't help but jump up.
In an instant, chaos erupted throughout No. 04 Arena.
The beauty stared at Yang Fei in utter shock and fear.
Never had she imagined someone could suppress her Essence Qi purely with their aura.
Her will completely out of control, she instinctively adopted a defensive stance.
What a ferocious fiend he was!
In the wild, when encountering a beast threatening one's life, one instinctively adopts a defensive or attacking stance.
This brain defense mechanism is beyond one's control.
These martial arts masters are not ordinary men, usually immune to having their Essence Qi go out of control.
Yet Yang Fei's aura at this moment almost crushed everyone's Martial Will.
What terrifying Divine Skills were these?
For ordinary martial artists and those unfamiliar with Kung Fu, it was even more disorienting.
With several thuds, dozens of people in No. 04 Arena collapsed in an instant.
They were all dazed by Yang Fei's malevolent aura, fainting away.
Everyone stared at Yang Fei in terror, each stabilizing their errant Essence Qi within their meridians.
The bold ones began to murmur among themselves.
"A master indeed, I never thought this man would be a True Martial Master."
"This is too thrilling, seeing two Godly Venerables rise to battle, a spectacle not seen for a century."
"Heavens, I lost all resistance in an instant, incredibly powerful."
"Consider yourself lucky, I nearly fainted, such disgrace would haunt me forever."
...
Hearing the exclamations and fearful discussions within No. 04 Arena,
Yang Fei cracked a slightly malicious smile.
Let them gossip behind his back!
Magnanimity and patience were never the young master's style!