Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1607 - 1608: Righteous Words, Empty Deeds

Mad Blade seed a bit taken aback, he hadn't expected Liio Sheng to be so easily knocked down.

He slowly withdrew his fist, scratched his head, and smiled wickedly.

"You kid aren't worth your salt, I only used half my strength and you couldn't take it?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's mouths opened even wider.

After all that talk, Mad Blade only used half his strength and turned Liio Sheng into a dead dog. If he used his full power, it'd be over!

Cui Xiang shouted unhappily from behind Mad Blade.

"Mad Blade, you love showing off. You've crippled him, how can I have any fun?"

A gang of rogue experts behind Mad Blade sward up against him.

"Exactly, you stole the spotlight; it's no fun for us."

"Outrageous, outrageous, I swear, next ti I'll drink without you, no sense of loyalty."

"Rare to see a master we could play around with, and you ruined him, damn it!"

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A bunch of guys whose beastly nature hadn't been fully unleashed complained to Mad Blade, but Mad Blade just humd and chuckled apologetically.

"Sorry, I truly didn't think this guy was so weak. Shouldn't the Iron Mountain Style be as sturdy as an iron mountain?"

The disciples of Qianji Style gaped at this powerful crowd,

this group of people completely treating the mighty Liio Sheng as a clown for their amusent.

Heaven knows what incredible confidence it takes to play a Yellow-Ranked Gang Strength master like a rabbit!

Just then, Liio Sheng, who had fallen to the ground, slowly got up.

He was bleeding from the mouth, his body shaking, about to collapse any mont.

He heard the mockery from the crowd, and his eyes were almost spewing fire. Suddenly, he pulled out a gun from his chest aid at Mad Blade.

Whoosh!

A bright knife light flashed through the air, and Liio Sheng's gun suddenly exploded like it had encountered a powerful explosive.

The broken gun parts flew everywhere, and yellow bullets fell out.

A crescent-shaped little knife destroyed the gun and pierced into Liio Sheng's throat, all the way to the hilt, the blade buzzing.

Embedded in the blade was a piece of tal, the gun's trigger.

Liio Sheng looked ahead in disbelief, gripping the dagger with both hands, as blood flowed from his mouth and nose.

Fan Yi, who had been silent all along, stepped forward.

His features were distinct and sharp, like a Greek stone sculpture, both handso and cool.

Liio Sheng stared at Fan Yi, and with a sudden burst of strength, charged towards him.

Fan Yi did not act, rely watching Liio Sheng indifferently, his gaze indifferent.

Before Liio Sheng could reach Fan Yi, he softly collapsed, leaving a trail of bright red blood behind him.

Fan Yi bent down, gently pulled out the knife from his throat, then silently stood behind Yang Fei.

Throughout the process, he did not say a single word.

Many disciples of Qianji Style stared at Fan Yi, utterly shocked.

The martial arts masters present were familiar with flying knives.

Yet a single flying knife with such explosive power was sothing they'd never seen or heard of.

The three Great Elders upstairs watched in shock.

All three elders knew very well.

For a flying knife to cause such an explosive effect, it must carry a substantial Gang Strength to create such an astonishing result.

Such a flying knife could instantly kill a master of Gangjin of the sa rank, including the three Great Elders.

The crowd saw Fan Yi kill Liio Sheng without a care.

A group of rogues turned their mocking target towards Fan Yi.

Fan Yi's stance was like a javelin, his expression calm, as if it ant nothing.

Compared to the tough-skinned Mad Blade impervious to oil or salt, the silent Fan Yi was even harder to deal with.

At that mont, Yang Fei clapped his hands, signaling everyone to quiet down.

The evil dragon experts who were noisy like a boiling pot imdiately shut their mouths.

They stood straight like students encountering a teacher, very obedient and well-behaved.

Everyone instinctively centered around Yang Fei, standing ready in a triangular battle formation.

This formation was honed through countless bloody battles.

Upstairs, Yuanben Hua and the other two had their mouths open in an O-shape, unable to close.

Based on what they'd just seen, Mad Blade and Fan Yi were extraordinary masters among thousands.

If such Great Grandmasters were unwilling, they wouldn't bow to anyone, even a country leader.

But at this mont, they obediently followed Yang Fei's orders.

Moreover, the three Great Elders keenly noticed.

These top masters showed respect and fear when facing the young man.

What's going on?

The three elders thought of a possibility simultaneously, shivering from the realization.

Strong ones obey stronger ones, this is the martial artist's code.

This has been the jungle rule of survival in the Martial Arts Circle for centuries.

This ans Yang Fei is the most powerful martial artist among them!

Upon realizing this, Yuanben Hua and the others were profoundly shocked.

Fujino Tsuyoshi gaped at Yang Fei incredulously, murmuring.

"Eldest Senior Brother, do you think this successor of Heavenly God Hamr might be a legendary True Martial Master?"

Yuanben Hua was also dumbfounded, staring at Yang Fei.

"It's entirely possible, a True Martial Master, that's a living True God."

"Heavens, I actually let him participate in a regular disciple assessnt, what a desecration of the deity."

Koizumi decided on the spot: "No, I'm imdiately removing Yang Fei's na from the assessnt list."

"If his na appears on the assessnt list, it'd be a colossal joke, does a True Martial Master need an assessnt?"

Koizumi's words reminded Yuanben Hua and Fujino Tsuyoshi, both ca to their senses and urged Koizumi.

"You're right, quickly modify the assessnt list, if the Sect Master gets angry, it'll be over."

Without realizing it, the three Great Elders changed how they addressed Yang Fei, their expressions turning respectful.

Koizumi stood up and quickly rushed downstairs to the office.

In the courtyard, Yang Fei began to lecture.

However, upon hearing his speech, the crowd couldn't help but find it absurdly amusing.

This guy pretended solemnly, first apologizing to Liio Sheng who had died on the ground.

Then, he educated everyone on treating others kindly, harmony begets wealth, emphasizing training in Martial Virtue and refinent.

The crowd held back their laughter at Yang Fei's ridiculously pedantic teachings, nodding in agreent without daring to oppose.

Yang Fei's words flew, he lectured on martial artist refinent for over ten minutes.

His earnest desire for improvent was evident, touching the other disciples of Qianji Style deeply.

Mad Blade suddenly pointed at Yang Fei's feet and shouted.

"Eldest Senior Brother, you're stepping on a corpse, that's very disrespectful to the deceased."

Yang Fei jumped in shock, realizing he was stepping on Liio Sheng's finger, hesitated for a mont, then instinctively ground his foot.

Crunch!

Everyone clearly heard the crack as Liio Sheng's finger bones broke.

They widened their eyes, looking at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei breathed a sigh of relief, then spread his hands earnestly.

"This guy is already dead, no need for justice with ghosts. I was just testing if he's man or ghost."

The crowd was taken aback, covering their foreheads, their faces lined with exasperation.