The second game, however, was lost by Yang Fei.

But it was not an easy win for Golden Buddha.

Only he knew how many strategies he had arranged and how much thought he had expended.

Only then did Yang Fei accidentally fall into the trap, missing just one move.

Though he had won, it was merely a Pyrrhic victory.

Sure enough, in the third game, Golden Buddha lost again.

Golden Buddha pushed aside the chessboard and sighed deeply.

"I'm enlightened, your martial arts are peerless, and your mind and reactions are top-notch,"

"Having a fervent battle with you is an honor for me, Golden Buddha."

His face, under the sunlight, seemed to be covered with a layer of golden dust, only his eyes remained strikingly clear.

"Seven days from now, I'll wait for you on the High Seas, unconcerned with victory or defeat, life or death, let us fight freely."

As he said this, he shook his head bitterly.

"Being in the Mortal World, eventually you have to pay back; perhaps, this will be my chance for redemption."

"Or perhaps, you can change the entire situation…"

At this point, Golden Buddha suddenly stopped speaking.

He turned and walked away with large strides.

Golden Buddha's shadow, stretched long by the sunlight, looked somewhat lonely and helpless.

Yang Fei stood up, remaining silent.

He could already feel the helplessness and sorrow in Golden Buddha's words.

But in the Mortal World, everyone is compelled by circumstances.

Golden Buddha was no exception.

And for the sake of Sister Xueyi and many relatives and friends, he had no reason to shun it either.

Turning around, Yang Fei took big steps away from Fude Street.

Soon, Yang Fei sensed the malice of Golden Buddha's visit.

Golden Buddha and Yang Fei played three games of chess, successfully arousing the Battle Will within Yang Fei.

Facing such an expert as Golden Buddha.

Even with Yang Fei's casual demeanor,

He too felt a mountainous pressure.

The heavy pressure made Yang Fei's Extreme Tiger sense a threat.

The brutal and ferocious killing aura of Extreme Tiger, a thirst for battle.

Even Turtle Extreme and Elephant Extreme could no longer be suppressed.

If at this time, Yang Fei, like Golden Buddha, retreated to a deep mountain to practice martial arts,

He would surely develop a problem.

Matching skills with such a top-level expert as Golden Buddha,

Not to mention being anxious, just one small mistake could have Yang Fei dying on the spot.

Yang Fei was originally a master of psychology.

He knew that his mood at the moment was not quite right.

Yang Fei could only immerse himself in urban life, experiencing the mundane lives of ordinary citizens.

He used the fresh breath of life to dilute the killing intent in his body, adjusting his state for the decisive battle.

Fortunately, Yang Fei found that in front of the many beauties of Yalan International PR Department,

His agitated mood and violent killing aura were somewhat alleviated.

And Chen Ke's attitude towards Yang Fei also improved a bit.

Though her demeanor was still frosty,

She no longer insisted on getting Yang Fei kicked out of the PR department.

For two consecutive days, Yang Fei worked during the day to quell the violence in his heart.

At night, he practiced Turtle Hibernation, increasing the Essence Qi in his body, and cultivating his mind and will.

The next morning, he practiced Tiger Extreme and Elephant Extreme, while also mastering Great Stone Tablet Breaking Hand even more proficiently.

Yang Fei's thoughts gradually became calm and clear.

The negative impact brought by Golden Buddha was slowly eradicated by him.

However, the tree wants to stand still but the wind keeps blowing because of Yang Fei's aggressive rise.

Not only the Golden-Faced Buddha Group was watching Yang Fei.

That night, as Yang Fei practiced Turtle Hibernation, his mind as clear as water, he gradually fell asleep.

Suddenly, an indescribable sense of crisis, like lightning, swept through Yang Fei's entire body.

Yang Fei abruptly opened his eyes.

He almost instantly judged the source of the crisis to be in the villa's underground garage.

This judgment had no basis, was utterly irrational, and almost arbitrary.

However, Yang Fei believed it without any doubt.

He got up, dressed, and tiptoed towards the underground garage.

The pitch-black garage, roughly over 200 square meters, seemed extremely calm.

But the closer he got to the garage, the stronger the intense warning from Turtle Extreme became.

Yang Fei did not turn on the light but instead, like a cat, ghost-like, darted into the garage.

Whoosh!

A sword light, like a meteor in the night, flashed by, aiming at Yang Fei's throat.

Yang Fei swiftly ducked, his fingers shaped like a crane's beak, pecking towards the person's arm.

The man had not expected Yang Fei to move so quickly.

He swung the hilt of his sword across, blocking it in front of his arm.

Clang!

A sound of metal striking echoed as Yang Fei forcefully hit the man's sword hilt against his arm.

He immediately grunted, his body retreating backward.

Yang Fei wouldn't let him push away, immediately leaping forward to pursue him.

Just then, from both sides, two figures tumbled toward him.

Each man's hand wielded a slicer, carving out bright arcs of blades aiming at Yang Fei's legs.

Yang Fei grunted, his legs lashing out in a mandarin duck chain kick.

One of the swordsmen's wrists was hit by Yang Fei's kick, sending the knife flying.

The other was struck in the shoulder, sending him flying backward.

The swordsman crashed heavily against the garage door, making a loud bang.

Just then, a chilly sensation came from Yang Fei's left ribs, fast as lightning.

Yang Fei rolled forward, dodging that chill.

However, before his body even touched the ground,

that chilling sensation, soul-chasing and life-snatching, reached Yang Fei's back.

Yang Fei was greatly alarmed.

Ever since he had mastered Extreme Tiger, speed had always been his strong suit.

But this assassin hidden in the dark was not a bit slower than Yang Fei.

A master is here!

Yang Fei pressed his palms to the ground, his body soaring into the air, flipping seventeen or eighteen somersaults.

Yet, just as he landed, that lightning-fast chill reached the back of his neck.

In the nick of time, Yang Fei suddenly ducked his head.

A whoosh was heard, a lightning-like glow streaking past over Yang Fei's head.

Capitalizing on this moment of light,

Yang Fei had already made out the appearance of the object, it was a soft sword.

The edge of that soft sword was split in two, like a snake's tongue, lithe and thin.

Seeing this weapon, Yang Fei immediately recalled the strange weapon that killed Eldest Senior Brother of Xuan Ying Pavilion.

However, when Xiao Xuanya had struck, killing Eldest Senior Brother that day, wasn't her swordsmanship fierce and severe?

An assassin from Blood-cloth Tower!

Yang Fei's mind was clear, seeing the Snake-Tongue Soft Sword pierce the wall, embedding deeply by about an inch.

Yang Fei made a quick decision, summoned Elephant Power, and flicked his fingers, striking right at the middle of the Snake-Tongue's blade.

Hum!

The Snake-Tongue Soft Sword suddenly tensed, quivering uncontrollably as if a venomous snake had been struck in its vital part.

The person behind could no longer hold the hilt, staggering backward.

Yang Fei immediately turned, bow stance straight punch, stepping forward for a kick, and countered with a sinking elbow.

His Military Physical Capturing Fist thunderously erupted, relentless.

The man was extremely fast, yet his strength was insufficient.

Faced with Yang Fei's straightforward, unreasonably aggressive attacks, he immediately fell short, retreating step by step.

"Young man, how dare you!"

An elderly voice shouted, .

A figure rushed out diagonally, blocking Yang Fei's fists and kicks.

Upon hearing the voice, Yang Fei was instantly stunned.

"Master, how could it be you?"

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