As noon approached, the sunlight was dazzling.

On the deck of Xue Mingtai's ship, a fighting ring had been set up with steel frames and oak planks.

Thick ropes, as thick as a man's arm, fenced off the area around the ring, making it extremely sturdy.

On the east side of the deck, there were four Taishi chairs covered with red silk cloth.

In front of each chair, there was a small tea table.

Atop the tables were arranged a variety of fresh flowers and fruits.

The guests invited by Xue Mingtai had already taken their seats.

Each person bore an extraordinary presence, full of energy and vigor, obviously all of them were Martial Arts Masters.

However, the four Taishi chairs at the referee's seat remained empty and unoccupied.

Yang Fei was accompanied to the left by Fan Yi and to the right by Mad Blade as they ascended the deck.

The deck was crowded with people, at least twenty or so.

And each person had an extraordinary aura, some scholarly, some fierce, and others cold and detached.

Some wore Taoist robes, some donned monk's robes, and some were in Tang suits.

Many others were in suits and leather shoes, dressed to the nines.

Seeing so many skilled fighters gathered together, Yang Fei couldn't help but marvel.

Although Young Master Ming Tai did not involve himself in the Mortal World,

his influence within the Mortal World was unparalleled.

No wonder even the denizens of the Underworld respected the name of Jingshui Villa,

and even Golden Buddha could not afford to disrespect him.

Just then, Young Master Ming Tai personally led four people onto the deck.

The one leading the group was a monk.

The monk appeared to be in his fifties, dressed in a bright red monk's robe.

Around his neck hung a string of prayer beads; his large sleeves fluttered as he walked with an extremely light step.

Upon seeing this person, nearly half of the crowd rose from their seats with a thunderous commotion.

They advanced to greet him one after another.

Mad Blade, who knew far more about Mortal World affairs than Yang Fei and Fan Yi, whispered an introduction,

"This old monk is none other than Master Zhi Guan."

"Master Zhi Guan is currently the head of the Damo Hall in Shaolin Temple. As the saying goes, 'all martial arts under heaven originated from Shaolin,' and Shaolin disciples are widespread across the world."

"Many Martial artists are from Shaolin lineage, and at the very least, have studied arts at martial arts schools under Shaolin, making them disciples of Master Zhi Guan."

"Nowadays, Shaolin Temple has taken a commercial path, with Shaolin martial studies mainly entertaining with routines, yet the true National Arts techniques are still secretly passed down and remain forces not to be underestimated."

"Young Master Ming Tai really has clout, to have the head Elder of the Damo Hall among his honored guests."

Yang Fei and Fan Yi nodded together.

The entrance of Master Zhi Guan caused a stir on the deck.

Immediately following Master Zhi Guan, there was an elderly man wearing a plain orange Tang suit.

He had a pipe in his mouth, his back slightly bent, seemingly older by a few years than Uncle Yu.

Yet, even the proud and unruly Mad Blade's eyes carried a hint of respect at the sight of this man.

He lowered his voice even further,

"I hadn't expected that Old Master Yun from Hongmen Sect would also be present."

"This Lord Yun, twenty years ago, was known as the Twin Flower Red Stick of Hongmen and later retired to live quietly in Huaxia."

"He is a martial arts master highly respected for his virtue and renown, known for his chivalrous heart and significant influence."

Following Lord Yun, there was a lean and fierce middle-aged man.

He wore a Nike tracksuit, resembling a sports coach.

The background of this person was unknown to even Mad Blade.

However, observing how light his steps were and how contained and sharp his gaze was,

Yang Fei and his companions realized that this person's background must be extraordinary.

Indeed, someone nearby started to exclaim in surprise,

"It's actually Head Coach Huo from the Jingwu Association, the master of the national martial arts champion."

Upon hearing that this man was none other than the Head Coach of the Jingwu Association, Yang Fei also couldn't help but show his respect.

He sighed, "Truly a gathering of heroes."

The last person, however, was a middle-aged man dressed in a suit.

His clothes were luxurious, his square face plump, which gave him a dumpling-like appearance, yet his presence was extraordinary.

However, nobody seemed to recognize this man.

Nonetheless, this man, keeping company with the likes of Master Zhi Guan, Lord Yun, and Head Coach Huo, held his own without seeming less imposing.

He must also be a formidable martial arts master.

The Golden Buddha side was represented by only Qiu Yidao and Yan Wuxin, the two men.

Qiu Yidao and Yan Wuxin brought three or four followers with them.

This signified a discussion of martial arts, so only a few people were brought onto the ship.

Yang Fei raised his hand and greeted Golden Buddha.

His gaze swept over Qiu Yidao and Yan Wuxin, nodding slightly.

Suddenly, Yang Fei's eyes

fixed on a wooden-faced lackey standing behind Yan Wuxin.

For some reason, this ordinary minion gave Yang Fei a strong sense of unease.

Turtle Extreme also emitted a subtle warning.

However, Yang Fei couldn't figure out what threat this lackey, who didn't even display Mingjin, could pose to him?

Why did Turtle Extreme issue a warning?

Yan Wuxin noticed Yang Fei's gaze and stood up indifferently.

"Mr. Yang, this is my man, Wu Hai. Is there any issue?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Wu Hai with a detached tone.

"Wu Hai, greet Mr. Yang."

The expressionless Wu Hai immediately stood up in earnest fear and saluted Yang Fei with a clasped fist.

"Greetings, Mr. Yang."

Yang Fei smiled and waved his hand at him.

"Hello, don't mention it."

Strangely, once Wu Hai spoke, the faint warning sign in Yang Fei's heart disappeared.

The eerie feeling he had just experienced now seemed like an illusion of Yang Fei's.

At that moment, Yang Fei noticed a strange pattern tattooed on Wu Hai's wrist.

The pattern depicted an angel with wings, but its face was incredibly fierce.

This made the honest Wu Hai appear to have the fierce aura of a Jianghu rascal.

Yang Fei was puzzled.

But at this time, his thoughts were interrupted.

Because Xue Mingtai had already stood up in the ring and begun to speak.

Xue Mingtai was graceful and refined, his voice inherently carrying an enchanting charm.

The duel between Yang Fei and Golden Buddha had already spread throughout the Underworld.

Therefore, without any introduction, everyone understood the nature of this martial arts showdown.

Who Yang Fei was, many people did not recognize.

His identity was a top-secret.

For many,

Yang Fei was nothing more than a junior from the Mortal World that emerged from nowhere.

However, Golden Buddha was different.

The Golden Buddha from Shan Province, a Great Owl, wasn't just famous in the Underworld.

He was also counted among the top martial arts masters in the Martial Arts Circle.

Therefore, many people couldn't understand.

How could a junior from the Mortal World dare challenge him given Golden Buddha's reputation and martial arts prowess?

Was it sheer audacity or sheer foolishness?

Before Xue Mingtai could finish speaking, the guests below the ring were already buzzing with discussion.

"Who exactly is Yang Fei, to dare challenge Golden Buddha in the ring? What a bold move."

"Humph, a guy unaware of his own limitations."

"It's only because Buddha Lord is magnanimous that he's given him this chance to make a name for himself."

"These days, the juniors from the Mortal World are crazy for fame!"

"Is Golden Buddha someone easy to provoke? Overestimating oneself!"

...

Below the stage, countless martial arts masters who were out of the loop whispered amongst themselves.

Many of them looked at Golden Buddha with eyes full of reverence.

Yang Fei didn't take these discussions to heart, hearing them as nothing more than noise.

Mad Blade, however, was so angry that he was puffing and glaring, his breath huffing and puffing.

By Mad Blade's side, a skinny man with a pointy chin and monkey cheeks was arguing fiercely with a short man.

The short man's eyes were rolling around everywhere.

"Who is Yang Fei? I've never heard of him before."

"But anyone who dares to challenge Golden Buddha in the ring must be no ordinary person."

"Nonsense, I bet this kid's an idiot who, having learned a bit of Three-legged Cat kung fu, thinks he's invincible."

The skinny man spat disdainfully, while also looking around everywhere.

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