Chapter 1668 - 1669: Foster Father
Suddenly, Yang Fei noticed the scar on the man's face, the wound was deep, and the cut was neat, clearly a sword wound.
A sudden pang of heartache pierced Yang Fei's heart.
Looking at the man's handsome and formidable face, his casual demeanor masked an indescribable weariness.
Yang Fei truly did not know what kind of terrifying enemy this man was facing.
The man kept smiling, his eyes filled with warmth, like the sunshine of October.
This gave his entire face an endless charm, full of anticipation.
Yang Fei knew what he was expecting.
Yet, even as he racked his brains, delving deep into his memories, he could not find any recollection of this man.
Still, an inexplicable sense of familiarity flowed within Yang Fei's heart.
His lips trembled, and he finally blurted out, "Godfather!"
The man laughed heartily and patted Yang Fei on the shoulder.
"Good boy, I knew you wouldn't let me down, you've done well."
Though his words and actions were kind and casual, the entire Arena 04 was filled with an air of silence.
An invisible pressure weighed down on everyone, leaving them speechless, including Jing Kongzhao.
Not far away, Jing Kongzhao stared at the man in a daze.
The moment this man appeared, she was utterly lost, her entire face filled with tenderness, yet her eyes burned with fervor.
However, she dared not approach the man, as if his presence was just a beautiful soap bubble, and a touch would shatter it to pieces.
Finally, Jing Kongzhao cried out, her voice hoarse.
"King, you've finally appeared, I've missed you so much!"
She flung herself at the man, like a swallow returning to its nest, like a moth drawn to a flame.
The man frowned slightly and snapped his fingers.
Jing Kongzhao seemed to freeze, suspended in the air, unable to move.
Her hands remained in a forward-pushing position, her lively eyes brimming with crystalline tears.
Faced with a love that seemed so close yet so far, even someone as formidable as Martial God Jing Kongzhao found her heart shattered.
The man looked at her indifferently, his gaze filled with all the coldness in the world.
"Men are talking here, women shouldn't get involved. If you harm Miao'er today, I won't spare you."
"Woman? Jing Kongzhao is a woman?"
Only the man before them dared to see Jing Kongzhao as an ordinary woman.
All martial artists bowed at her feet, while he overlooked everyone with dominance over the world.
No one had ever dared to view Jing Kongzhao as a normal person.
Sometimes, when one's strength reaches a certain realm, they transcend gender.
Everyone watched the man in awe, their hearts filled with nervousness.
This guy dared to rebuke Jing Kongzhao?
However, when someone noticed Jing Kongzhao's expression, they couldn't help but widen their eyes.
Frozen in mid-air, Jing Kongzhao's eyes were watery, her face filled with shy sweetness.
It seemed that being this man's woman was the happiest, luckiest thing in the world.
Once again, everyone was shocked.
Jing Kongzhao suffered defeat repeatedly, first being tricked by Yang Fei out of the Illusionary Realm and then being easily overwhelmed in front of this man.
Now, in front of this man, Jing Kongzhao completely reverted to being a woman.
In the male-dominated Sang Country, women have always been synonymous with weakness.
No matter how much people racked their brains, they couldn't figure out where this man came from or who he was.
The man patted Yang Fei's shoulder.
"Now that we've met, why don't you accompany me for a walk?"
Yang Fei nodded and followed the man forward.
As he watched the man's handsome figure, he couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions.
The man reached the entrance of Arena 04, turned back, and glanced at the Illusionary Realm on the platform, smiling softly.
"Actually, breaking this Illusionary Realm is quite simple, watch how I do it."
He said, raising his left hand and snapping his fingers.
Suddenly, with a boom, the vast Heaven and Earth Vital Energy on the platform exploded, and the resultant shockwave swept through the entire Arena 04, billowing with dust and smoke.
Everyone couldn't help but close their eyes.
When they reopened their eyes, they found that Yang Fei and the man were already gone.
Yet Jing Kongzhao remained frozen in mid-air, three feet above the ground, maintaining a forward-pushing posture.
Everyone was dumbfounded, with martial artists concerned for Jing Kongzhao rushing to the platform to rescue her.
However, just as everyone rushed to the platform, they felt their bodies hit an invisible glass wall.
Some martial artists who rushed too quickly were bounced back by a tremendous force, crashing painfully to the ground.
Once again, everyone was shocked; what kind of Divine Skill was this?
Jing Kongzhao looked in the direction where the man had disappeared, tears streaming down her face, her sorrowful expression heart-wrenching.
At this moment, Jing Kongzhao was not the Sang Country Martial God or a peerless powerhouse.
She was just a girl rejected ruthlessly, and everyone present felt sorry for her.
One really wondered how much charm that man possessed, to have even someone like Jing Kongzhao heartbroken for him.
At that moment, a large number of black-suited Enforcement Teams rushed into the venue, requesting all guests to exit, and Arena 04 was officially closed.
It turned out Arena 04 had another incident, and the organizing committee immediately took action.
Suspending the matches at Arena 04, they evacuated all the spectators.
The entire venue was left with Jing Kongzhao isolated, sealed in the void, an extraordinarily strange situation.
Meanwhile, the Sang Country Eight Gates Ninja, War God Alliance, and Military Department Special Agents were dispatched urgently.
They intercepted the cameras and video recorders from the major media reporters, ordering them to delete any materials, allowing no leaks whatsoever.
Among them, the military's methods were relatively gentle, but the Eight Gates Ninja and War God Alliance Family employed numerous disgraceful means.
Many reporters never appeared again in the days to come.
Jing Kongzhao was the Sang Country Martial God, worshipped by thousands of martial artists.
If any reporter released her embarrassing state, it would trigger unrest within the Sang Country Martial Arts Circle.
Two million Sangguo Warriors would lose faith in the Sang Country Martial Arts, which was the most terrifying disaster.
It had to be said that the prompt response of the Sang Country Eight Gates Ninja and the military controlled the entire situation's deterioration.
Half an hour later, following the mystery man's disappearance, everyone kept silent.
As if this incident had never happened.
Except for Jing Kongzhao who was still isolated, confined on the platform.
Even the Mad Blade and a group of Evil Dragon Experts were unaware of this event.
At present, Mad Blade Fan Yi and others were in front of the electronic big screen in the hall, commenting and discussing.
The electronic big screen displayed rolling messages, all about the latest updates of the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament.
The top column of the electronic screen, non-scrolling, listed the names of those who had already been confirmed as candidates for the top ten Martial Golden Sword contenders.
First on the list was An Zichen.
The fourth chapter is still being written