Half an hour later, Yang Fei rushed to Fude Street.

Fude Street was Yannan Old Street.

This street, commonly known as the antique street, was filled with a strong atmosphere of antique culture.

The buildings on both sides of the street were also mostly old houses left from the Republic of China era.

Walking along such a street, one could see many shops selling antique jade articles.

At the same time, there were also many fortune tellers telling fortunes and reading faces.

Damaged chess was played, as a means of making friends over the chessboard.

That had become one of the preferred leisurely pastimes of some Yannan seniors.

The rules of damaged chess were simple: the arena champion set up the chess game to lure challengers to break the position.

Those who did not know, staring intently, could clearly see that one move could break the position.

But no matter what, they just could not break it.

This form of damaged chess carried the nature of gambling.

Many damaged chess tables clearly marked the price up front.

If you successfully broke the position, the arena champion compensated with three times or even more than ten times the amount.

If the challenger failed to break the position, they would lose money.

Yang Fei walked slowly, on high alert.

Every tendon in his body was tensed, and Turtle Extreme was operating at full speed, predicting danger.

Yet, strangely, he had not spotted the Golden Buddha.

The more this was the case, the more alarmed Yang Fei became.

When Martial Arts cultivation reached a certain level, the Qi-Blood became vigorous and strong.

Martial artists were like tigers in the mountains, naturally radiating an intimidating presence, fierce and soaring to the sky.

This was what people commonly referred to as an aura.

Such Martial Arts masters naturally carried a bold and fierce Qi.

Even those who did not understand Martial Arts, with one glance, would know not to provoke such a person.

But if one went further,

compressing the body's Qi-Blood and Essence Qi into an egg shape and condensing it in the Dantian,

then one would reach the 'Return to Simplicity', Core Formation to Divine Communication Realm.

A Core Formation Expert had all their aura retracted within their body, like a flood dragon lurking at the bottom of a lake.

To you, looking on the surface, you would not sense their terror.

However, the terror of a Core Formation Expert was more than ten times that of an Energy Transformation Master!

Every hair on Yang Fei's body stood on end.

His heart was filled with an unparalleled sense of crisis.

The Golden Buddha would surely not go out of his way to come to Yannan and play such a frivolous joke with Yang Fei.

Yang Fei couldn't sense his Qi.

Does that mean that this awe-inspiring and fear-inducing Buddha Lord had already achieved Core Formation to God Communicating?

Yang Fei simply stopped in his tracks and closed his eyes, fully activating the Turtle Extreme Heart Method.

In an instant, Yang Fei's entire concentration was like the calm and transparent surface of a mirror-like lake.

He could feel any hint of an adverse premonition.

With that, Yang Fei immediately felt a barely discernible yet omnipresent pressure from the nine o'clock direction.

The aura of that pressure was ethereal, intangible, yet ubiquitous.

Yang Fei opened his eyes, only to see, two hundred meters away,

an old man in plain yellow Tang attire, with long silver eyebrows, smiling at Yang Fei.

The Golden Buddha!

Today, the Golden Buddha gave Yang Fei a completely different impression.

There he sat, with a compassionate smile, just like the neighborly old man.

There was not a hint of the typical aura of a master about him.

Even his sitting posture was loose and slack, lazy and carefree.

But such an old man gave Yang Fei an extreme sense of danger.

A sharp sense of crisis, as if it were a red-hot steel needle scorching and pricking.

Yang Fei raised his eyebrows and strode towards him.

Watching Yang Fei coming over, the Golden Buddha sighed.

"Truly a master, I've concealed my aura so subtly, yet you've found me."

"This proves that you now possess the qualifications to fight me."

As he spoke, he presented a round stool and invited Yang Fei to sit.

Yang Fei said indifferently, "You've still left trace of your Qi.

"It just goes to show that your Martial Arts have not reached the level of being perfectly round as one wishes or Core Formation to God Communicating."

"Otherwise, I would not possibly discover your presence."

As soon as Yang Fei sat down, the Golden Buddha felt a surge of fierce and violent Auspicious Evil Energy rolling towards him.

Even the air seemed to be whipped up by a fierce wind.

He could even smell a thick, wild beast-like stench in the air.

And the Essence Qi inside Yang Fei blazed like flames.

Even the Golden Buddha sensed a dangerous aura.

The Golden Buddha furrowed his brows.

In his life, he had seen countless Martial Arts Masters, and the Three Swords, Two Gods, and Five Ghost Kings under his command were all top-notch experts.

However, the Golden Buddha had never felt such a violent and fierce Martial Arts aura from them.

The two sat down face to face.

The Golden Buddha was like a piece of withered wood, dead silent yet filled with a mysterious and unpredictable aura.

Yang Fei, on the other hand, was like a ferocious tiger with bared fangs and claws, fierce and domineering.

This contest of auras was extremely profound.

The others, watching Yang Fei and the Golden Buddha stand opposite each other, were somewhat baffled.

But these days, there were plenty of people with quirks.

Nobody paid any mind to the two oddballs.

After a long while, the Golden Buddha finally smiled lightly.

"It seems your Martial Arts Realm has improved again," he said.

"Such a fierce aura, I have never seen in my life."

"I am very curious, how do you suppress this murderous aura without losing your senses?"

Yang Fei chuckled.

"No choice, the weak always like to show their claws and take the initiative to bolster their courage," he said.

"When it comes to Martial Arts Realm, I'm not as good as you, but when it comes to showing off, you're not as good as me," he said.

Yang Fei spoke frankly.

The long brows of the Golden Buddha, however, remained furrowed.

"No, this Auspicious Evil Energy of yours, bearing the dignity of a king, isn't something you deliberately flaunt."

"Your Martial Arts Skills are extraordinary," he said.

Yang Fei was quite proud of himself.

"Of course, otherwise, I wouldn't dare to take up the challenge put forth by Buddha Lord," he replied.

"Without substantial skills, how dare one venture to Liang Mountain?" he added.

The Golden Buddha chuckled and nodded, "That's true."

Two opponents about to engage in a deadly battle, yet they chatted amiably, as if they were close friends.

After a while, the Golden Buddha brought out a set of blackened wooden chess.

He grinned at Yang Fei.

"Care for a game?" he asked.

Yang Fei had already noticed that there were no hidden experts around.

He laughed recklessly.

"Buddha Lord, chess is a young man's game, with horse charges and physical confrontations, are you a match for me?" he quipped.

The Golden Buddha wasn't angry and smiled leisurely.

"That's not necessarily true, an old steed in the stable still aspires to gallop a thousand miles, young people playing chess can be too impulsive and rash," he said.

"A single careless move and the whole game is lost; you're not necessarily my match," he added.

Yang Fei laughed and began to set up the chess pieces.

"But the ring favors the young and the strong, it's not a place for the elderly," he said.

"And when it comes to chess, I might not necessarily lose to you," he added.

During their conversation, the two had already prepared the chessboard and commenced battle.

The Golden Buddha's chess style was very steady.

He occasionally struck back with sharp moves, a true chess aficionado.

Yang Fei played his pieces east and west.

Seemingly casual, yet within desperate situations, he could miraculously break through the encirclement.

And his counterattacks were rapid and aggressive.

For a time, the outcome was a stalemate.

Yang Fei's Chess Strength was indeed not as profound as the Golden Buddha's cunning strategies.

However, with his Turtle Extreme circulating internally, his thoughts and reactions were incredibly sharp and quick.

The Golden Buddha, caught off guard, fell into his trap, losing a chariot and a horse.

Afterward, the situation turned drastically.

Under Yang Fei's relentless attacks, the Golden Buddha lost the first game.

The Golden Buddha wasn't angered, his face remained neither sad nor happy.

He reached out to reset the board, "Another round."

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