Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1632 - 1633: Turning Hostile Faster Than Flipping a

As everyone stood there stunned, Yang Fei lazily approached the karate expert and suddenly threw a punch.

The wind from the punch whipped wildly, breaking the air, followed by a thunderous rumble akin to a roll of muffled thunder.

The karate expert felt a fierce wind hit his face, like a blade, and imdiately closed his eyes in alarm.

Everyone was utterly astonished.

This guy's Qi-Blood and Essence Qi aren't particularly pure.

But the power of this punch could easily blow up the karate expert's head.

Yang Fei's fist suddenly froze in mid-air, not more than three centiters from the karate expert's nose.

His tiger-like eyes fixated on the karate expert, half-smiling.

"Has Longwei Martial Arts Hall been promoted?"

The karate expert felt his Essence Qi, as if it were a red-hot steel needle, piercing his skin, containing a destructive force.

Trembling, he opened his eyes, trying to shrink back, nodding like a chicken pecking rice.

"Absolutely, with soone like you at Longwei Martial Arts Hall, you don't even need to go through the initial selection; you can directly advance."

Yang Fei laughed heartily, reached out to pull him up, and casually patted the dust off his shoulder.

"That's the way, those who know the tis are wise n; why can't you just speak nicely?"

Everyone nearby was directly overwheld.

This guy changes faces faster than flipping pages; he almost killed soone a mont ago, now he's all smiles, friendlier than a brother.

What kind of monster is this guy?

The karate expert was honored but called himself unworthy.

He took out a pass from his pocket and handed it to Yang Fei.

"This is a pass for direct advancent; go inside the building and register your sect and na, then you can receive the entry ticket for the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournant."

Yang Fei patted the martial artist's shoulder in appreciation, casually taking the pass.

He greeted Long Hai, and the two of them walked directly into the office hall.

Behind Yang Fei, one karate expert was unconscious, and another was trembling, dumbfounded.

The karate expert watched Yang Fei's graceful departing figure.

He touched his head, confirming it was still intact, and suddenly felt a twinge in his nose, almost shedding a tear.

Long Hai followed Yang Fei half a step behind, always respectful and in awe of this extraordinary uncle-master.

Yang Fei handed the pass to Long Hai, patting his shoulder.

"Alright, I've got the pass; the rest is up to you."

Long Hai expressed heartfelt gratitude and bowed deeply to Yang Fei.

"Thank you, uncle-master. By the way, when registering, do you want to use your real na or a pseudonym?"

Many martial arts experts use pseudonyms in duels, so Long Hai asked.

Yang Fei scratched his head: "Just call Dragon Ancestor, it's imposing; I like it."

"Dragon Ancestor?"

Long Hai suspected this guy was taking advantage of him, but dared not say anything, so he agreed.

Yang Fei watched Long Hai enter the office hall, chuckled, and then left at a leisurely pace.

Three days later, the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournant opened in Pinghu City and officially began.

This is the world's peak martial arts event, and dancers worldwide take pride in participating in the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournant.

The entire Pinghu City stadium was packed, bustling with over 30,000 spectators.

The opening ceremony of the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournant was grand, besides the organizing committee mbers, they specially invited Mr. Martin, the chairman of the International Sports Committee, to host the event.

After a brief yet solemn speech by Mr. Martin, he announced the official start of the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournant.

Amid deafening music, over 150 martial arts factions and thousands of top martial artists from around the world entered the arena.

Ranked first among the martial arts factions was the Karate Alliance.

After years of developnt and expansion, the Karate Alliance has created a massive impact globally.

The second faction is the Taekwondo Alliance, followed by the Huaxia Drinking Snow Tower Alliance.

This year's martial arts competition, Huaxia Drinking Snow Tower Alliance, has completely erged as a dark horse.

The Drinking Snow Tower Alliance boasts over one hundred martial arts grandmasters, each with a martial arts realm almost above Core Formation to Divine Communication.

Such a formidable martial arts force, no faction dares to easily challenge.

After the Drinking Snow Tower Alliance ca the Hongn Sect Alliance, then the Muay Thai Alliance, Brazilian Soft Technique Alliance, Sang Country Sumo Alliance, UK Fencing Alliance...

Martial arts masters from various alliances worldwide ford squads, with flags fluttering in the arena.

Each martial arts alliance dispatched their elite disciples for the competition, all well-staffed with many masters.

So small sects and martial arts loose cultivators were positioned at the back of the line, indistinguishable like planets next to the sun.

Yang Fei stood proudly at the front of Longwei Martial Arts Hall, behind him were Long Hai and more than a dozen disciples including Henry.

Among the disciples, aside from Long Hai reaching the Transformation Realm, most had just broken through the Dark Force.

Such a lineup seed pitifully poor compared to other factions.

Even so small factions had at least twenty or thirty martial arts experts.

However, Yang Fei was not bothered, with an attitude akin to "I'm the best in the world," attracting stares from others.

Long Hai was inwardly anxious.

He knew his uncle-master was an unrivaled extraordinaire.

But the world is vast with nurous talents; whether the uncle-master can lead Longwei Martial Arts Hall to succeed, only ti will tell.

On the podium, Mr. Martin announced the competition rules, the organizing committee list, and the supervision group list, then declared the competition officially began.

In the arena's center, a colossal stage was built using steel fras, divided into ten layers.

On these ten layers, the globally renowned top ten martial arts masters will be determined.

Yet at this mont, the stage remains empty.

Around the central stage, there are twelve arenas.

From now on, brutal elimination rounds will take place in these twelve arenas.

Only the top 100 martial arts experts worldwide can advance to the central stage, competing for the top ten rankings at the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournant.

After the opening ceremony, Long Hai looked at Yang Fei anxiously.

"Uncle-master, which arena should we start from?"

Yang Fei lazily scanned the martial artists.

By now, many martial arts experts had already entered the arenas, randomly drawing lots to start the matches.

Yang Fei seed not to hear Long Hai's question, so Long Hai asked again, only to find his uncle-master's gaze fixed straight ahead.

Following Yang Fei's line of sight, Long Hai saw him staring at a slender and athletic female taekwondo fighter.

This guy's eyes were hazy, muttering to himself, who knows what he was saying.

Long Hai couldn't help but laugh.

Although his uncle-master's Kung Fu is extraordinarily high, he always has so peculiar quirks, amusing people.

He moved closer to Yang Fei's ear, raising his voice.

"Uncle-master, which arena should we start from?"

This startled Yang Fei, snapping him back to reality.

He glared at Long Hai, "What are you doing, shouting so loudly?"

Long Hai resentfully repeated his question.

Yang Fei watched the female taekwondo expert enter Arena 4, then pointed forward.

"We'll start from Arena 4; Longwei National Art Gallery rises from here."