"Without real ability, one would not dare to challenge Mount Liang."
"Golden Buddha's Kung Fu skills are unparalleled. Who would dare to challenge him without confidence?"
"I actually have a good feeling about this Yang Fei."
The dwarf was short, but his voice was loud and clear.
He rebutted the thin man's words in a composed manner.
"You..."
The thin man was so angry he was lost for words.
However, he quickly realized that the dwarf was just teasing him on purpose.
He laughed out loud and slapped the dwarf on the shoulder.
"To hell with you, I'm not even mad."
...
Everyone on the deck was discussing Yang Fei's identity.
Some said he was overestimating himself, while others said that he was a fearless novice.
Some said that one wouldn't die if they didn't court death.
Others wondered why Golden Buddha would accept the challenge of such an unknown junior...
Yang Fei stood quietly to the side, his face expressionless, his mood undisturbed.
Mad Blade was so angry he was grinding his teeth, while Fan Yi also frowned slightly.
Traditional duels on the leitai were a common way to settle disputes in the martial arts world.
Many Chinese Martial Arts Masters from the Republic of China era were masters of the leitai.
This method helped to avoid large-scale brawls and casualties and was relatively fair.
Under the witness of several martial arts masters, many underhanded tactics could not be employed.
This way, there were relatively fewer casualties.
But in modern, lawful society,
this dangerous form of duel was not allowed by the police.
It gradually evolved into forms such as underground boxing rings and gambling on fights.
However, in recent years, with the transformation of a commercialized society,
many disputes involving financial groups, debt, and conflicts within the Mortal World that could not be resolved,
this formal method of leitai adjudication started to become popular again.
However, everyone wisely chose to hold the events on the High Seas to avoid unnecessary trouble.
The grudge between Yang Fei and Golden Buddha was one such martial world dispute.
With their irreconcilable interest conflict, they had to face off on the leitai to determine victory or defeat.
If Golden Buddha lost this match,
he would also lose his qualification as a Great Owl of Shan Province's underground, cleanly bowing out.
Of course, if Yang Fei lost, he would lose his qualification to compete with Golden Buddha,
and if either of them went back on their word, they would be despised by the entire Mortal World.
This would even amount to slapping Xue Mingtai and the four judges in the face.
In the vast Mortal World, neither would have anywhere to stand.
Xue Mingtai clarified the situation.
Beneath the leitai, many people began to make a noise.
Xue Mingtai smiled slightly and then grandly introduced the identity of the four judges.
Master Zhiguan, Lord Yun, and Head Coach Huo all stood up and bowed in greeting to the crowd.
Only the fourth man, dressed in a suit, sat in his chair and nodded to the crowd.
Yang Fei listened to Xue Mingtai's introduction.
He knew that the man in the suit was the Secretary-General of the National Martial Arts Association, named Chang Wen.
Yang Fei was somewhat taken aback.
Nevertheless, he trusted Xue Mingtai and didn't say much.
The sun gradually moved to the center of the sky, and its rays became scorching.
Xue Mingtai looked at the time and finally announced the start of the competition.
Golden Buddha got up and stepped onto the leitai.
As soon as Golden Buddha ascended the leitai,
all the chatter abruptly ceased.
He initially had the gentle and generous demeanor of a compassionate man.
However, the moment he stepped onto the leitai,
everyone was dazzled, as if a towering peak that was unscalable had suddenly appeared before them.
They did not even have the courage to look up.
The tilting, overwhelming sensation of the peak seeming to lean over, along with its majestic and imposing presence,
Each detail confirmed the terrifying nature of the Golden Buddha.
Any martial artist invited by Xue Mingtai was an absolute expert, with a resolute and firm mind.
However, as soon as the Golden Buddha displayed his aura, it instantly silenced everyone.
Even breathing became difficult.
In the judges' seat, Master Zhiguan trembled his long eyebrows and recited a Buddhist chant.
Old Master Yun nodded slightly, full of admiration.
But Head Coach Huo couldn't help but slam his hand on the table.
"How impressive, could this be the aura of Fist Intent from a Core Formation Expert?"
Among the Four Great Masters, only the man in the suit, Chang Wen, was still squinting his eyes.
But in his eyes, there was now an exceedingly cold glint.
"Too strong, I can't even breathe properly."
"The elders say that this kind of aura comes from a person's Martial Will. Could it be that the Golden Buddha has cultivated Martial Will to the extent of Core Formation and God Communication?"
"Too terrifying, I didn't expect the Golden Buddha to be so formidable, that young man seeking fame is doomed."
...
Yang Fei, listening to the discussions all around, stepped onto the stage one step at a time.
Compared to the others, the young Yang Fei seemed too immature.
He was like a young shoot just emerging from a mountain, seemingly so delicate that a light touch could snap him in two.
Many people laughed upon seeing the young Yang Fei, the buzzing of their conversations rising like the sound of swarming bees.
"My goodness, am I seeing this right? Can this kid really defeat the Golden Buddha?"
"Fools rush in where angels fear to tread; this kid is utterly clueless!"
"Xue Mingtai must have a grudge against him to send him here on a suicide mission!"
"Alas, so overconfident."
...
After days of recuperation and preparation for battle, Yang Fei's mind had already become clear and perfected.
Turtle Extreme concealed the presence of his Extreme Tiger.
It even veiled the circulation of his essence and the strength of his Qi-Blood.
To the common martial artist, the present Yang Fei was nothing more than an ignorant young lad.
With Turtle Extreme in motion, even Master Zhiguan and the others couldn't fathom Yang Fei's cultivation level.
Everyone exchanged glances.
Master Zhiguan recited a Buddhist chant.
"Amitabha, this young man conceals his essence well. His entire presence is so well-hidden, very impressive."
Old Master Yun also nodded, but his gaze was filled with questions.
Head Coach Huo, however, was straightforward.
"Forgive my bluntness, although the young man's martial foundation is not apparent."
"Merely from the standpoint of aura, the Golden Buddha has already gained the upper hand."
"This fight is probably already determined."
Three of the Four Great Masters were not optimistic about Yang Fei.
Only the man in the suit, Chang Wen, squinted his eyes and said nothing.
In the midst of everyone's discussions, Yang Fei and the Golden Buddha seemed oblivious.
The Golden Buddha's pupils contracted: "Yang Fei, you've grown more formidable."
He said indifferently, "Seven days ago, I deliberately provoked your full battle will in advance."
"I intended to crush your fighting spirit but instead, it seems to have made your battle will even more consolidated and complete."
"If you survive this decisive battle, you will surely become a great figure."
Yang Fei's eyes were as calm as still water, as he looked indifferently at the Golden Buddha.
"Why say so much, come on."
As he spoke, he assumed the Tiger Pounce stance, and suddenly, from his throat, erupted a thunderous roar.
Roar!
This roar, like thunder, split the air.
Everyone's ears buzzed with the reverberation.
All covered their ears.
Looking again towards the ring, they saw Yang Fei, crouched and ready to pounce.
Every person's eyes widened in astonishment, rendered speechless.
At that moment, was Yang Fei still the somewhat fragile youth from before?
He had transformed into a ferocious tiger, with glaring eyes and a prominent white forehead.
Fierce and uncontrollable!
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