Humiliation.

This was the humiliation of all martial artists who besieged Yang Fei.

So many people ganged up on one person, yet not a single hair on him was touched.

Even more, Yang Fei casually started smoking.

Long Xia couldn't articulate the shock he felt.

Only now did he realize.

When Yang Fei had fought him just now, he had probably not used even a tenth of his strength.

Mad Blade bitterly smiled on the side.

He saw it very clearly.

It wasn't that Long Xia and his senior brothers were incompetent, it was because this guy was monstrously cunning.

The martial arts he practiced were too bizarre, with a speed that was unimaginable.

As the saying goes, one speed beats three slows.

With this guy's speed, it was probably to the extent of one speed beating nine slows.

How could these Mingjin masters touch even a single hair of his?

Suddenly, Mad Blade's eyes rolled around, and a mischievous smile flashed across his face.

He patted Long Xia's shoulder, sneering maliciously.

"Looking at the situation now, you and your brothers are definitely going to lose,"

"So many people couldn't beat Boss Yang, how embarrassing."

Long Xia shamefully lowered his head, "Yes, it's because we are unskilled."

"Nonsense! It's because you guys don't know how to coordinate in combat. I'll teach you a method that will guarantee you'll make this kid lose his pants."

Mad Blade grinned wickedly and quietly whispered a few words into Long Xia's ear.

Long Xia suddenly realized, and immediately turned around and shouted.

"Brothers, follow my command, join hands and form a circle, then rush at him together."

This method, in truth, was nearly shameless.

However, Yang Fei had made it very clear.

Whoever touches his body, wins.

It was a desperate measure.

Unable to deal with Yang Fei, the crowd cheered loudly upon hearing Long Xia's words.

Thirteen martial arts masters joined hands, forming a human wall and surrounded Yang Fei.

Yang Fei had a stern look on his face and cursed out loud in the crowd.

"Mad Blade, you shameless bastard, I'll settle the score with you later."

Yang Fei and Mad Blade were comrades, and both were very familiar with each other's temperament and character.

Such a shameless tactic could only have been concocted by the shameless Mad Blade.

Mad Blade laughed heartily.

"Little Bird Yang, I am the manager and instructor of the security center."

"I can't let you bully our security center's people, can I?"

Yang Fei watched the surging crowd closing in and sneered slightly.

"Do you think you've already won? Not necessarily!"

After saying this, he threw away the cigarette butt from his mouth.

The guy took a deep breath, placed one hand on his lower back, tilted his head back, and roared towards the sky.

"Roar!"

Tiger Extreme Third Layer, Great Tiger Roar!

The sounds of tiger and leopard thunder filled the air, roaring out like several fierce thunderbolts descending from the sky.

The massive sound of thunder made everyone's ears ring.

Their heads felt as though they were about to burst, and they seemed to step on cotton as they fell to the ground.

In the gym, countless glass cups shattered abruptly.

Even the chandeliers on the ceiling broke off and fell down.

The entire gym was engulfed in swirling dust, whipping up a tornado.

Mad Blade and Long Xia both covered their ears.

Although they stood more than ten meters away from Yang Fei, they too were subjected to the violent impact.

In fact, Yang Fei had held back to avoid injuring the people around him.

His Great Tiger Roar was exerted using only his lungs and vocal cords.

If even the essence vibrated to emit sound, even the marrow and periosteum vibrated to produce sound, that would be the true Great Tiger Roar.

Of course, Yang Fei hadn't cultivated the Tiger Roar to that realm either.

Yang Fei gave a long cry, knocking everyone down.

Long Xia looked almost dazed, staring blankly at Yang Fei.

In his eyes, there was nothing but fanaticism and worship for the Divine Residence.

"Heavens, The Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound, refining the five viscera, this is the supreme secret of Internal Sect Boxing!"

The ears of Mad Blade rang with a buzzing sound.

The whirlwind that swept past his mouth blew it full of dust.

He spat out in disgust and said bitterly.

"You don't know, this kid is a treasure trove of martial studies."

"You've heard of the Yan Ru Scripture, right? An unworldly unique edition, memorized perfectly by him."

Long Xia had just had a big scare, and now hearing Mad Blade's words, he nearly fainted.

"The Yan Ru Scripture? Could it be that the legend of the Martial God from ten years ago is true?"

In the Martial Arts Circle, a myth circulated.

It was said that ten years ago, a peerless Martial Arts Master appeared, leading a group of equally formidable martial artists.

They integrated and evolved the martial arts of various schools across Huaxia, creating a new Martial Arts Realm.

Some said that among these people, someone had reached the realm of Heaven-Man Unity.

They compiled their martial studies insights and life's work into an unparalleled Martial Arts Classical Manual.

And this manual was called the Yan Ru Scripture.

Such a book, just like the Nine Yin True Scripture from the martial arts novels.

It encompassed all the martial art theories under the heavens.

Logically, such a manual should be incredibly mysterious.

However, this Martial God Master harbored a wish for all in the world, hoping every martial artist would become as powerful as a dragon.

After preparing the book, he delivered this unparalleled manual to a publishing house for distribution and printing.

Who would have known that an unexpected thunderstorm and fire would attack the small building where the Martial God and other Chinese Martial Arts Masters resided?

The fire completely consumed the small building.

The Martial God and the group of peerless masters vanished without a trace.

And the Yan Ru Scripture disappeared along with the Martial God and others.

Although the Yan Ru Scripture was never actually printed,

in the Martial Arts Circle, some incomplete editions and manuscripts still circulated.

Even on some websites discussing National Martial Arts, there were some fragmented pieces of information on the Yan Ru Scripture.

Some unscrupulous booksellers even heavily speculated.

They claimed to possess the official version of the "Yan Ru Scripture," printed millions of copies, all of which were sold out in no time.

Afterward, many people realized they had been deceived.

These events from ten years ago were of course known to Long Xia.

Yet those legends were simply too fantastical and absurd.

In a modern civilized society, such tales of thunder strikes and fires were hardly credible.

Many preferred to believe

that it was nothing more than a publicity stunt maliciously concocted by some booksellers to make money off book sales.

Long Xia certainly didn't believe either.

But Mad Blade didn't seem like someone who would spout nonsense.

He looked at Mad Blade in astonishment.

"Does the Yan Ru Scripture really exist in this world?"

"What about the Martial God then, does the Martial God exist?"

Mad Blade glanced at Yang Fei in the distance and shook his head.

"Don't ask me, I don't know either. Anyway, this kid has a big background."

"If he says he knows the Yan Ru Scripture, or even that he had coffee with Buddha, I'd believe it."

Mad Blade's words brought a laugh out of Long Xia.

What he couldn't stop thinking about was still the Yan Ru Scripture.

"So, does the Yan Ru Scripture really exist or not?"

Mad Blade pointed in the direction of Yang Fei: "Ask him; damn it, even if you ask him, he wouldn't know."

"This kid has amnesia and doesn't remember anything from the past."

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