In front of the stage, Yi Long, Mad Blade, Li Shun, and Fan Yi gathered around Yang Fei.

Mad Blade found a roll of bandages and helped Yang Fei wrap his shoulder wound.

He cursed under his breath, "I finally know why every time we cross hands, I get brutally thrashed."

"There's only one reason, you're damn shameless."

Yang Fei chuckled, rolling his eyes straight at Mad Blade.

"I think what you just said makes perfect sense, it's like a fart."

At this moment, a fierce and piercing killing intent silently invaded them.

Yang Fei shuddered, and the hairs on his body stood up one by one.

A real master had arrived.

Huang Da!

Not only did Yang Fei feel the piercing killing intent, like a blazing fire raging with battle will.

Even Li Shun, Mad Blade, and Fan Yi stood on guard at the same time, their hair standing on end.

From the sleeve of Fan Yi's robe, Little Knife made a "ding" sound, emitting the ring of metal on metal.

That was the sound of his Essence Qi being infused into the blade, creating a unique resonance.

Mad Blade, however, stepped forward, slightly bowed, with his fists held at his waist, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

Li Shun and Yi Long's reactions were slightly slower, but they simultaneously adopted a stance to counter the enemy, fully alert.

Huang Da did not stop in his tracks.

He walked as if a lion patrolling his territory, unhurried, exuding an extremely domineering elegance as he approached Yang Fei.

"Your name is Yang Fei? Good, you've successfully piqued my interest. I'll accompany you in the next match," he said.

Huang Da raised his head, his large lion-like nose seeming especially prominent under the light.

The sparse beard on his chin added a sense of majestic authority to his appearance.

Yang Fei felt a chill in his heart.

He did not know Huang Da, but anyone who could simultaneously trigger the defensive instincts of four Dark Energy Masters was definitely not simple.

He looked indifferently at Huang Da, "But, I don't know you."

Huang Da laughed heartily and reached out his hand, "Now we know each other, don't we? Huang Da, from Xuan Ying Pavilion."

Xuan Ying Pavilion!

At the mention of this name, everyone was visibly shaken.

As one of the Ten Great Martial Holy Lands, Xuan Ying Pavilion's reputation was known throughout the world, an unparalleled existence in the hearts of all younger martial artists.

No one had expected a disciple of the legendary Xuan Ying Pavilion to appear here.

Li Shun and Yi Long began to tremble.

Although Xuan Ying Pavilion had a history of a century and always kept a low profile, in the last decade, it had risen to fame and produced countless top martial artists.

For common Jianghu Rascals like Li Shun and Yi Long, Xuan Ying Pavilion was simply an unimaginably colossal entity.

Fan Yi and Mad Blade exchanged looks, both seeing the gravity reflected in each other's eyes.

Yang Fei blinked in confusion and did not shake hands with Huang Da, asking curiously, "What's Xuan Ying Pavilion? Is it fun? Are there beauties to flirt with?"

Li Shun almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Brother Fei actually dared to mock and scorn a Xuan Ying Pavilion master so brazenly, truly audacious to the extreme.

Yi Long also looked at Huang Da in shock, his expression extremely tense.

Only Fan Yi and Mad Blade could manage a bitter smile, knowing that Yang Fei was not deliberately belittling Huang Da.

They wondered what exactly had happened to this guy before he turned eighteen.

Many important memories seemed to have been erased clean, as if by an Eraser.

Yang Fei had already committed countless such faux pas.

It's just that this time, the consequences of the joke seemed a bit serious.

As expected, Huang Da's eyes widened, and a menacing aura rolled off him.

His teeth grated with a Gege sound, and his eyes, bloodshot like copper bells, glared fiercely.

"Very well, if the purpose of your words was to enrage me, you've succeeded."

"Let's meet in the ring then, you'll pay dearly for those words."

After saying that, Huang Da turned and walked away.

Yang Fei was stunned.

He turned around and, pointing to his own nose, asked, "Did I say something wrong?"

"Why is this old lion so angry?"

Li Shun and Yi Long stared at each other, both dumbfounded.

Could it be that Brother Fei really doesn't know about the existence of Xuan Ying Pavilion?

Mad Blade, however, burst out laughing and wrapped an arm around Yang Fei's shoulder.

"So what if you said something wrong? What's the big deal?"

"Xuan Ying Pavilion has no beauties; first, no beauties, second, no beauties, and third, still no beauties. Why the hell should we know about this damned place?"

"Well said, why should I, the great master, know about Xuan Ying Pavilion? I only know about Big Brother Li's Wanhua Tower, full of beauties."

Yang Fei was delighted and high-fived Mad Blade, cursing under his breath.

Li Shun smiled bitterly and tentatively said, "Brother Fei, this time, we've really stirred up a hornet's nest."

"The influence of Xuan Ying Pavilion is definitely not something Sun Weiren can compare to. Even that Buddha in the Provincial City has to weigh his options when facing Xuan Ying Pavilion."

Yang Fei snorted and looked indifferently at Sun Weiren and Qiu Yidao not far away.

"Get this straight, it's not us who are provoking Xuan Ying Pavilion; it's Xuan Ying Pavilion that has provoked me."

"Martial artists don't tolerate disgrace, Big Brother Li knows that principle, right?"

Li Shun dared not say anything anymore.

Yang Fei was right; every martial artist valued a coherent mind and an iron will.

Not tolerating disgrace is every martial artist's dignity and bottom line.

Yi Long also came to his senses and glanced at Sun Weiren not far away.

He said indifferently, "In the past two or three years, Xuan Ying Pavilion has also begun to decay from within."

"I bet this Xuan Ying Pavilion master named Huang Da must have been heavily recruited by Sun Weiren."

"Damn it, Huang Da, Green Da, whoever it is, if they mess with me, I'll beat them just the same."

As soon as Yang Fei saw the ill-intented look on Sun Weiren's face, he couldn't help but get angry and cursed.

"Agreed, indifferent to life and death. If not convinced, let's fight. Brother Fei, let me handle this round of the challenge, okay?"

Mad Blade swaggered about, rubbing his hands together, eager to try.

Yang Fei gave him a noogie on the head.

"Handle my ass; I've signed a contract with that bastard Sun Weiren."

"If I get through the competition in the ring, that guy's logistics center worth thirty to forty million will be mine, and then he can't deny it."

Mad Blade winced in pain, his thoughts obviously different from others. Not getting angry, he chuckled instead, "As long as my sister agrees, you can do whatever you want, old man."

"But this Huang Da is no ordinary opponent. I'm afraid he might blow up your chrysanthemum."

Yang Fei immediately glared, waving his hand dismissively.

"Don't worry, even if I can't beat him, it's impossible for him to hit me."

"A real man can't just shrink back at the slightest sign of danger, hiding behind his brothers."

With that, he strode up to the ring.

At that moment, the host Skinny Monkey was already on the stage, having introduced Huang Da's identity, but he did not mention his affiliation with Xuan Ying Pavilion.

As a result, the bettors below had no interest in Huang Da.

Everyone placed their bets on Yang Fei.

At this moment, Yang Fei had become the invincible War God in the bettors' eyes.

He had won three fights in a row, and those he defeated were all top-notch experts from the Underworld.

Betting on Brother Fei meant easy money.

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