Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 903 - 904: Beat You Until You Surrender

Si Ruoxi was taken aback, "What good show?"

Yang Fei chuckled, his eyes revealing a sharp glint.

"Do you know there's a term called 'sweep across'?"

Si Ruoxi was still sowhat puzzled, and Yang Fei chuckled again.

"Just follow ."

Not just Si Ruoxi; even the others couldn't understand what had suddenly gotten into Yang Fei.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Yang Fei strode towards the Municipal Avenue.

"Oh my, what's he trying to do? He's not thinking of..."

"Damn, so domineering; if you can fight, don't argue; the essence of a martial artist!"

"Martial Contest for Discourse, Martial Contest for Discourse!"

...

In an instant, chaos erupted in front of Yinxue Tower.

Nurous people suddenly grasped Yang Fei's intent and all exclaid in surprise.

Si Ruoxi's heart pounded wildly, her face flushed with color.

Although she didn't understand Yang Fei's intention, seeing the crowd's excitent with their blood surging.

She also felt sothing big was going to happen.

Si Ruoxi waved her hand, signaling the photography team to follow Yang Fei.

The photography team, which was incredibly coordinated with her, swiftly followed Si Ruoxi, catching up with Yang Fei.

Under the Yinxue Tower's archway, everyone broke into a run, following Yang Fei.

At that mont, the prudent Elder Cheng stopped everyone.

"Everyone, just observe from afar, don't follow along."

"Otherwise, the scene could easily spiral out of control, losing the original intent of the Alliance Hierarch's Martial Contest for Discourse."

The crowd realized Elder Cheng made a sensible point and stopped following Yang Fei.

People observed from afar, and all sorts of telescopes were put to use.

Mad Blade, Fan Yi, and other Changfeng Squad mbers, anwhile, followed after Yang Fei.

This ti, Yang Fei was truly taking an extre risk.

Martial Arts Experts from all over had gathered on the Municipal Avenue to watch the spectacle of Yinxue Tower.

Yang Fei took the initiative to act, ostensibly to have a Martial Contest for Discourse, but in reality, he aid to challenge all the martial arts masters alone.

He intended to use this extre thod to showcase Yinxue Tower's martial arts and completely subdue everyone.

This behavior was extrely high-profile and utterly audacious.

At that mont, the Municipal Avenue was already filled with countless martial arts masters.

Among them were top-level experts, much more dangerous than the Dragon Pool and Tiger's Den.

Even a slight misstep could lead to unimaginable consequences.

Nonetheless, the Changfeng Squad had always lived and died with Yang Fei.

Knowing the danger, Mad Blade, Fan Yi, Long Xia, Three Swords, and others still advanced and retreated with Yang Fei.

Looking at the swarming martial arts experts, Yang Fei moved forward quickly and resolutely, like a White Feather Arrow that had been shot.

Everyone felt their blood boil, irresistibly moved.

On the south side of the long street, Pigua Fist Grandmaster Hong Dasheng was whispering with Minor Hong Quan Grandmaster Wei Boer.

The two sect leaders looked contemptuously at the Yinxue Tower archway less than a kiloter away, sneering.

Hong Dasheng glanced at his watch, sneering disdainfully.

"It's almost noon. I wonder how this self-proclaid Martial Alliance Leader plans to end this?"

Wei Boer also appeared to be enjoying the spectacle.

"Serves him right. I've never seen such an arrogant guy who dares to fly the Martial God's banner. Does he deserve it?"

Hong Dasheng folded his arms, his eyes sharp.

"Neither of us saw the Martial God's presence ten years ago, but there's no doubt he was truly formidable under such a grand reputation."

"It's laughable that the younger generation of the Mortal World now dares to use his na to swindle and deceive. Have they gone crazy trying to beco famous?"

Wei Boer's gaze was icy.

"After today, I will definitely visit Yinxue Tower to challenge them."

"To teach this reckless young man a good lesson, and to show the world's heroes the might of Minor Hong Quan."

Hong Dasheng laughed, "Well said, I'll definitely support you, Brother Wei, and watch you shine."

...

The two martial arts masters were happily exchanging words.

Just then, a young man slowly appeared on the street.

The young man was fair and clean, looking like a university student, but he wore a white Zhongshan suit, appearing sowhat naive.

Wei Boer, his mouth still muttering, caught sight of this young man and sneered.

"Look at this, nowadays in the martial arts circle, anyone dares to show their face. Such an immature pretty boy..."

At that mont, the young man interrupted Wei Boer.

His voice was calm yet powerful: "Yinxue Tower, Yang Fei challenges the sect."

Challenge the sect!

Such impactful words.

To Wei Boer and Hong Dasheng's ears, it sounded like a thunderclap exploding above their heads.

Wei Boer quickly reacted and instantly burst into laughter.

He laughed so hard he bent over, as if nothing could be funnier in the world.

Hong Dasheng, however, was furious, leaping forward with a Tiger Pounce, his fist sounding like muffled thunder as he lunged at Yang Fei.

"We haven't even co for you, yet you've co to us. Fine, very good!"

Behind Yang Fei, Si Ruoxi and the photography team all grew excited.

The photographer aid the lens at Yang Fei.

Everyone realized they had captured major news this ti.

The developnt of Martial God Town had already stirred the entire Shan Province.

Hua Xia National Arts, is it rely flowery but ineffective or invincible in close combat?

This has been a long-debated topic among netizens and could be confird in this interview.

These people are genuinely martial arts experts, fundantally different from those so-called masters seeking attention.

Such significant news, surprisingly, Si Ruoxi caught it; everyone was animated beyond words.

Yang Fei gently waved his hand, halting Hong Dasheng's advancing fist.

"You are not my opponent. Both of you, co at together."

His two fingers pinched Hong Dasheng's wrist.

Hong Dasheng's fist seed rooted, unable to move, his face flushed with exertion.

Yang Fei gently let go, causing Hong Dasheng to stagger backward, almost falling over.

His temper flared, and in a rage, he lunged at Yang Fei again.

Yang Fei kept one hand behind his back, casually waving the other.

Hong Dasheng found it difficult to cope, even struggling to breathe.

Wei Boer, who had been laughing hysterically.

A pretty boy who couldn't even kill a chicken dared to challenge them proactively; it was utterly ridiculous.

Now, however, he witnessed Yang Fei effortlessly blocking Hong Dasheng's fists and couldn't help but be astonished.

What shocked Wei Boer wasn't just Yang Fei's strength.

It was also Yang Fei's Grasping Technique, seemingly familiar, reminiscent of the Pigua Sect's advanced Fist Technique Hang Oneself on the Southeast Branch.

Hang Oneself on the Southeast Branch is the highest martial art in Pigua Fist.

Ten years ago, two Great Grandmasters of the Pigua Sect perished in the Yinxue Tower disaster.

Since then, this peerless technique was lost.

Wei Boer and Hong Dasheng were bosom friends, extrely familiar with each other's martial arts.

Hong Dasheng had ntioned this technique to Wei Boer more than once, and Wei Boer recognized it at a glance.

"Brother Hong, look at his technique. Is it your sect's Hang Oneself on the Southeast Branch?"

Wei Boer's voice trembled slightly.

The bewildered Hong Dasheng took one look and nearly had his eyes pop out.

"It is! Kid, how do you know my Pigua Sect's Fist Technique?"

"Pa!"

Yang Fei flipped his hand and slapped him hard across the face.

"Call Alliance Hierarch, or I'll beat you until you submit."