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Long Xia's disciples had great respect and affection for Old Man Gong.

In their eyes, Old Man Gong had achieved Divine Connection in Martial Arts.

With a long spear in hand, even the great Buddha of the Provincial City would have to kneel before him.

This sense of pride and belonging to their sect

could boost the confidence of martial artists in their own Martial Arts practice

and deepen their worship and admiration for their senior sect members.

But a careless step could lead to the narrow-minded and selfish habits of the martial arts world.

Many sect rivalries and Mortal World grudges stemmed from this.

Naturally, these young people from Long Xia's group also possessed such habits.

In the eyes of Long Xia and the others, if it weren't for their master's old age,

this so-called Boss Yang would be nothing in front of their master.

Strangely, though, they were extremely deferential to Mad Blade, the man their master had lost to.

Yang Fei and Mad Blade were joking around,

yet he noticed Long Xia and the others had grim expressions and didn't even glance his way.

Yang Fei couldn't help but find this odd.

With his good looks and character,

even if they didn't embrace him warmly, at least a couple of claps should be in order, right?

Mad Blade also sensed something was amiss.

But Mad Blade understood the mentality of Long Xia and the others.

He smirked gleefully at Yang Fei.

Then he turned around and loudly announced to Long Xia and the rest,

"Boss Yang is always too busy to come and see everyone, but now that he's here, I suggest he take over my role as instructor and have a good training session with everyone."

"All martial artists here, spar and learn from each other to enhance your knowledge and friendships, and to recognize that there are always more-skilled people and higher heavens out there."

Yang Fei inwardly clenched his teeth.

Mad Blade was simply courting chaos.

He was fanning the flames and adding fuel to the fire.

Sure enough, as Mad Blade said this, the eyes of all fourteen disciples in the training hall lit up.

They all stared at Yang Fei, their eyes filled with an intense Battle Will.

Long Xia, steady in nature, stepped forward.

"Instructor, when martial artists spar, accidents can happen with fists and feet."

"If we accidentally injure Boss Yang, how should that be handled?"

Mad Blade laughed heartily and pointed casually at Yang Fei,

"This guy has practiced the Iron Cloth Shirt and Golden Bell Shield; he can take a beating."

"Don't worry, you won't kill him."

With a wink and a grin, he declared loudly,

"Listen up, everyone, in a martial arts spar, accidents happen. If someone hits Boss Yang, it proves that our security center's training is effective."

"Whoever lands a punch on Boss Yang gets a thousand yuan, and a kick earns two thousand."

"Heh, if someone manages to hit Boss Yang's 'bird's nest,' they'll get five thousand yuan!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Fei nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Damn it, Mad Blade was the equivalent of a coffins shop owner who relished in others' misfortunes.

What a son of a bitch, who ambushes their boss like that?

Mad Blade's words greatly motivated Long Xia and the other fourteen disciples.

They all began discussing excitedly.

"This is great, he bullied our master for being old, now we can take revenge for our master."

"Hmph, let him see the power of Gong Style Baji!"

"Getting paid to beat someone up? Go for it."

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Listening to the young disciples' discussions below, Yang Fei gave Mad Blade a "you're ruthless" gesture with a resentful look.

Mad Blade's face muscles were close to cramping from laughter.

He turned his head away, pretending not to see Yang Fei's gesture.

Long Xia looked at Yang Fei with eyes full of intense, fervent desire for battle.

Long Xia himself didn't care for the money,

but since Yang Fei had defeated his master, he had to win that honor back at all costs.

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However, Long Xia still wanted further confirmation.

"Boss Yang, if we injure you, you won't hold a grudge and make things difficult for us, will you?"

Yang Fei felt Long Xia's intense battle will and responded with a light smile.

"It seems you all want to beat me up, huh?"

He chuckled twice, glanced at Mad Blade, then turned back to face the fourteen security guards.

He stood proudly, exuding a fearless spirit.

"Then come at me, if you have the skill to actually land a hit..."

"I'll double the bonus that Manager Zhang offers, but let's forget about the petty stuff, all right?"

Yang Fei's words caused everyone to burst into laughter.

The two young female disciples lowered their heads in embarrassment.

For the first time, everyone felt that Boss Yang, the martial arts expert, wasn't so detestable after all.

"Alright, shall I be the first?"

Long Xia, as the Eldest Senior Brother, was the first to issue a challenge to Yang Fei.

He took off his shirt and stepped forward slowly, slightly crouched, with both fists clenched.

Everyone present could hear the clicking and popping of his bones.

This was the Realm where the bones were as hard as steel, capable of vibrating the Qi-Blood.

A faint saucer-shaped haircut.

Essence Qi mixed with sweat seeped from the pores on the top of his head, resembling white smoke.

Because of his long-term training, Long Xia's muscles were streamlined.

He looked incredibly strong, and his skin was so dark it shone.

His entire being resembled a black panther ready to pounce.

The elegance and ferocity of a predator were perfectly united in his demeanor.

Yang Fei and Mad Blade both took a sharp intake of breath, really looking at Long Xia for the first time.

Just judging by the density of his Essence Qi, Long Xia's kung fu was probably not inferior to that of any Dark Energy Master.

Most importantly, the fierce and aggressive air he carried was startling.

Such a person, naturally reeking of death, belonged on the battlefield.

If well-trained, he would be a top-notch jungle assassin.

The so-called natural killing aura might sound mysterious.

Plainly speaking, it's just that everyone has different levels of violence in their character.

While some might swallow their anger and pretend ignorance when their spouse cheats, others follow the path of a white knife going in and a red knife coming out.

This is just the difference in character caused by varying degrees of violence within each person.

It is said that even the butchering profession values the natural killing aura.

Some can't even kill a chicken without getting flustered and struggling for a long time.

Yet others can easily deliver a fatal blow to a cow with a single cut.

Of course, technique matters.

But the most important thing is that inherent murderous intent.

Following his master's teachings, Long Xia usually kept a low profile.

But now, bursting with the desire to fight, his presence was astonishing.

Mad Blade gave Yang Fei a mischievous nod, as if to say, "You're in trouble."

The schadenfreude on his face made Yang Fei's fists itch a bit.

Following the Mortal World's customary etiquette, Long Xia gave Yang Fei a fist salute: "Boss Yang, please."

Yang Fei smiled and returned the salute.

He calmly said, "You see, I like to keep things simple."

"Since you all want to beat me to win the prize, why not come at me together?"

"All together?"

In that instant, Long Xia almost thought he had misheard.

There were fourteen disciples, each trained in martial arts.

If they all swarmed him, even an iron man would be flattened.

Has this guy gone mad?

It wasn't just Long Xia who thought he had misheard; everyone was shocked, their mouths agape.

Even Mad Blade was startled, looking at Yang Fei in disbelief.

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