Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1651 - 1652: War God Conference

No one knew what just happened. Kimura Ihei clearly had an absolute advantage.

However, at the critical mont, he spaced out and Yang Fei managed to turn the tables successfully.

In just a few seconds, this one-sided beat-down ended with Yang Fei delivering a beautiful hook kick.

Kimura Ihei, who was kicked, flew off like a kite with a broken string.

Bang!

Kimura Ihei crashed onto the ground, with more than a dozen bones shattered by Yang Fei, including his spine.

This made him look like a dead dog with its backbone removed.

He lay on the ground, unable to even lift his head, looking like a puddle of mud.

Thankfully, Kimura Ihei's True Martial Qi Energy automatically activated, protecting his internal organs.

Otherwise, under Yang Fei's round of critical hits, Kimura Ihei would have had his organs ruptured and died tragically.

Everyone stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed at Yang Fei.

In Arena 04 with five or six hundred people, even a pin dropping on the ground could be heard.

Kimura Ihei's reputation was really resounding, just like Martial Saint Jingtian Hatsuiti's, becoming a legendary figure.

However, this legendary figure, the brightest star in Sang Country Martial Arts, at this mont, was lying on the ground like a dead dog.

The person who defeated him was an unknown nobody.

Yang Fei lazily stood up, tidying his slightly ssy hairstyle, looking very smug.

He raised his hands, in a manner of a hero returning, waiting for a crowd's cheer and embrace.

However, the outco really took everyone by surprise.

Everyone watched him in a daze, without cheering or applauding, creating a sowhat awkward silence.

"Well done, good fight."

"Brother Fei, mighty indeed, your wretched Divine Skill will unify the Mortal World."

"Brother Fei, my admiration for you is like the surging river, continuous and endless, like the Yellow River floods, uncontrollably unstoppable."

...

In the Northeast corner, a burst of applause erupted, and several Evil Dragon experts began cheering.

The crowd cheered and rejoiced, completely breaking the awkward silence of the arena.

At this mont, everyone awoke as if from a dream.

So began to applause, and it was like a landslide, persistent and intense.

Spectators in the audience crazily surged forward, wanting to witness firsthand this Big Bearded man's Feng Cai.

No matter who, defeating Kimura Ihei, such glory was enough to drive any ordinary martial artist mad.

Two panicked judges, not knowing where they erged from.

One raised Yang Fei's left hand, waving it towards the bottom of the arena.

The other loudly announced the result of this arena match.

Undoubtedly, Yang Fei defeated Kimura Ihei, which ant he would have fewer troubles in the future.

No one would easily challenge such a strong person unless he considered his martial arts to be higher than Kimura Ihei's.

At the eleven o'clock direction of the audience, an elder stood up.

He wore a suit, with graying temples, looking like a mature and solemn gentleman.

The elder's expression was very calm, but the two middle-aged n behind him looked sorrowful and desolate.

This elder was Kimura Koen.

Kimura Kougen looked indifferently at Kimura Ihei lying in a pool of blood on the arena, sighed deeply.

The Kimura clan's top expert, once a radiant Martial Saint disciple, from now on, would likely spend his days in a wheelchair.

The elder lowered his eyes, sighed regretfully.

"Kimura Ihei, this child has already done his best, he simply didn't realize he t such a terrifying expert."

One of the middle-aged n behind the elder, angrily stared at Yang Fei who was surrounded by cheers.

"I investigated, this person's public information indicates his identity as a Fist Master from Longwei Martial Arts Hall, na Dragon Ancestor."

"He has already killed over thirty elite offspring of my Kimura clan. Now he has crippled Kimura Ihei, our Kimura clan cannot coexist under the sa sky with him."

The other middle-aged man appeared sowhat calm.

He took a deep breath, a flash of sinister intent showed in his eyes.

"Family Head, should I find a way to deal with this kid?"

Kimura Kougen turned around to leave, saying calmly as he walked.

"Don't act rashly for now, ask Asou to send invitations for , inviting other important leaders of the War God Family."

"Invite everyone to the Washing Sword Villa, I want to hold a War God conference."

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered, uncertain.

"Isn't it too soon to hold the War God conference at this ti? Can other family heads co?"

Kimura Kougen took a deep breath.

"If a Martial God's heir appears and they still don't co, then our War God Alliance might as well disband."

"Martial... Martial God's heir?"

The two middle-aged n shuddered, as if they heard sothing extrely dreadful.

One of them stamred,

"Martial God has been missing for so many years, is he really going to appear?"

Kimura Kougen shook his head, "I am not certain Martial God will appear."

"But the martial studies this person uses is undoubtedly the Martial God's Peerless Technique, he must be a remnant of Huaxia Drinking Snow Tower from back in the day."

"Remnant of Drinking Snow Tower?"

The faces of the two middle-aged n beca even gloomier.

Back then, when Martial God ca to Sang Country, single-handedly, he almost swept through the entire Sang Country Martial Arts Circle.

Therefore, Huaxia Drinking Snow Tower has always been the mortal enemy of Sang Country Martial Arts.

Luckily, the unprecedentedly powerful Drinking Snow Tower was hit by a thunderstorm, destroyed with casualties.

No one expected, after so many years, still surviving were the skilled from the once fearful and awe-inspiring Drinking Snow Tower.

The two exchanged glances, eyes full of fear and reluctance.

Kimura Kougen ignored them and turned to leave Arena 04, leaving them a solitary silhouette.

Yang Fei defeated Kimura Ihei, again gaining the qualification of Arena Champion.

In the waves of cheers and applause like a tide, Yang Fei stepped down from the arena.

As Yang Fei stepped down from the arena, a group of Evil Dragon experts surrounded him.

Each warmly embraced Yang Fei.

Mad Blade rcilessly punched Yang Fei's chest.

"Haven't seen you for a few days, your Martial Arts Realm has improved again, I would not dare to spar with you now."

Yang Fei couldn't help but laugh, feeling a bit smug.

Mad Blade, this old fellow, has always been proud and arrogant, hearing him admit inferiority made Yang Fei feel quite accomplished.

Fan Yi walked over, gently patted Yang Fei's shoulder, and said casually, "Thank you, instructor."

At this mont, Fan Yi understood that if he had sparred against Kimura Ihei, it would likely have boded ill.

Lobster nodded shyly to Yang Fei from among the crowd.

Cui Xiang squeezed through and shook hands with Yang Fei.

He was too excited to speak, stuttering a few sentences, suddenly reaching out his hand.

"Can you lend five dollars?"

Yang Fei recalled the first ti he t Cui Xiang, couldn't help but laugh out loud.