Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Chapter 139: The Mysterious Eldest Senior Brother


Sun Weiren suddenly turned around.

In his eyes, it seemed as though they were filled with the venom of serpents, utterly malevolent.

"Good timing; the boxing match is about to start. Master Huang, I'm entrusting you to cripple his arms and legs, but make sure to spare his life."

"Humph, this bastard. I will make him regret ever being born."

Before Huang Da could speak, a young man behind him said indifferently, "Huang Da, his steps are somewhat peculiar, and his Essence Qi is unstable. Be careful."

The young man wore a black Zhongshan suit with pale blonde hair tied in a braid behind his head.

The young man's aura was extremely bizarre.

Before he spoke, no one had noticed him.

As if he were merely a wisp of faint mist, a speck of inconspicuous dust, or a broken cobweb in the corner of a wall.

However, once the young man spoke, he seemed to emit a dazzling light.

All eyes shifted to him immediately, as if he possessed a magical charm that made it impossible not to notice him.

Upon hearing the young man speak, the arrogance and pride on Huang Da's face vanished.

He humbly lowered his head, his smile faintly sycophantic.

"Thank you for the guidance, Eldest Senior Brother. I will be careful."

"Eldest Senior Brother?"

All onlookers were dumbfounded as they watched the nearly forty-year-old Huang Da.

He actually addressed the young man as Eldest Senior Brother?

Huang Da ignored the expressions on everyone's faces.

His face bore a sycophantic smile, as if a grandson meeting his grandfather.

The contrast between his previous arrogance and his now deferential behavior was stark.

Young Master Sun's thoughts raced.

He felt the young man's serene and faint aura, his heart beating rapidly.

"Huang Da's martial skill is extremely formidable, but seeing how he flatters the young man, this young man must be even more formidable."

As Sun Weiren thought this, he forced a jackal-like smile onto his face and said, "I haven't asked yet—who is this gentleman...?"

Huang Da snorted through his nose and said indifferently, "My Eldest Senior Brother does not engage with outsiders. I won't introduce him; everybody can disperse now."

As he spoke, the young man indeed stood still, indifferently observing everything around him.

In the young man's eyes, there was no emotion, as if no one was worth his attention.

Sun Weiren hit a snag, but seeing Huang Da's careful and respectful demeanor, he dared not offend the young man.

He forced a couple of dry laughs and smartly stepped back.

Yang Fei and the beautiful Yan Ran were chatting and laughing merrily.

He was witty and entertaining, and with just a few words, he made the beautiful Yan Ran laugh heartily, shaking like a blossom in the breeze.

Just then, a clearly prosperous middle-aged man came over.

He bowed respectfully to the young woman and said, "Miss, the master asks for your presence."

Yan Ran pouted, playfully complaining: "I don't want to go there. It's stuffy in the private box; it's much more fun out here."

The middle-aged man gave a helpless smile: "There are all sorts of people outside, many from the Mortal World. The master worries about your safety; please don't make him angry."

"Hmph, I knew it, you only listen to dad."

The red-dressed beauty Yan Ran stamped her foot and turned around to shake hands with Yang Fei.

"I'll go first, but we'll have a chance to talk later. I really enjoyed being with you."

As she spoke, she suddenly leaned in close and whispered into Yang Fei's ear, "Later, I'll come to Lanting Hotel to see you—don't forget me, your friend."

Yang Fei felt a delicate fragrance waft into his nose, stirring something in his heart.

He chuckled, "Having such a beautiful lady visit the hotel is something I can only be happy about, not to mention welcome."

"Alright, it's a deal."

Yan Ran firmly grasped Yang Fei's hand, her fingers scratching lightly in his palm, and she chuckled twice before turning away.

The middle-aged man, dressed like a butler, followed respectfully behind her, mimicking her steps closely.

Yang Fei watched the butler closely trailing Yan Ran, a cold intent gradually emerging in his eyes.

He spoke lightly, "Mad Blade, do you see any issue with him?"

Behind Yang Fei, Mad Blade cracked a grin and said, "This butler's lower stance is solid and stable, his feet splayed out like an 'eight,' taking rooted steps as he walks."

"If I am not mistaken, this person is a master of the Trigrams Palm from the Internal Sect."

Yang Fei nodded, a mischievous smile appearing in his eyes.

"This butler's skills, I'm afraid, are not inferior to yours."

"Such a Martial Arts Master, and yet he willingly serves as someone else's servant, I really wonder how significant this beauty is?"

Mad Blade rolled his eyes disdainfully.

"I knew it, you've been dying to be a pretty boy."

"What does her significance have to do with you? Nonsense!"

Yang Fei laughed heartily and punched Mad Blade: "Your eyes are already red with jealousy, alright, if there's a beauty in the future, I'll let you have a shot first, how about that?"

"Tch, I would never be as shameless as you," Mad Blade said, spitting to the side.

He moved closer to Yang Fei and elbowed him, "Seriously, are you really planning to take on that Xuan Ying Pavilion master?"

"Otherwise, why don't I take your place in the final match?"

Yang Fei felt a warmth in his heart, whether it was Mad Blade or Fan Yi, both were his brothers in life and death.

Though the three often bickered and fought tooth and nail, their friendship was as fiery and deep as vodka.

He said lightly, "Don't worry, although my Martial Arts Realm has fallen, ever since I practiced Extreme Tiger, my speed has improved tremendously."

"Plus, with so many years of combat experience, a mere Xuan Ying Pavilion master won't trouble me."

"But..." Mad Blade seemed anxious.

Any sensible Martial Arts Master knows that a Mingjin Master, no matter what, couldn't possibly defeat a Dark Energy Master.

It's like a primary school student competing in a knowledge contest with a high school student.

No matter how intelligent the primary school student is, winning against a high school student in a knowledge contest is absolutely impossible.

If you lose in a duel between masters, you could end up with broken limbs or even dead.

"Hehe, have you forgotten how I stole your peaches?"

"Let me tell you, if I can steal your peaches, of course I can steal Huang Da's peaches too."

"Tonight, I'll let this so-called Xuan Ying Pavilion master know why Dan Dan is so sorrowful."

"Damn, you're too shameless, too obscene," Mad Blade exclaimed.

Just thinking about Yang Fei's uncanny ability to steal bird eggs made Mad Blade shudder uncontrollably, his discomfort evident.

At that moment, a guy as skinny as a monkey in a suit climbed onto the arena.

His wireless microphone carried his voice far and wide: "This week's most explosive, most thrilling fight has begun again."

"The first one up is our ferocious and brutal Ox Demon King, and his opponent is a newcomer no one has seen before."

"This newcomer is courageous, intending to kick off the challenge mode tonight."

"This young man wants to defeat all ten champions of the First Blood Arena in one go, let's applaud his courage."

The host raised the microphone high, waving his arms.

He shouted loudly, "Now, please welcome our undefeated Ox Demon King to the stage, let's give him a warm welcome."

As the wild and enthusiastic beat of the drums began, a man as bulky as a wild ox jumped onto the stage, roaring.

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