Return Of The Soldier King Chapter 127 The Real Showdown

Ye Fei versus Yamamoto Takeshi.

The two stood in the ring, eyeing each other.

The cheers of the crowd incessantly rang around them.

Zhong Mei's worried eyes were fixed on Ye Fei, her hands pressed together in silent prayer.

Meanwhile, Lu Xueman went downstairs too, covering her hurt belly. She had just been publicly slapped and scolded by Yamamoto Takeshi, but now she was leading many members of the Karate a.s.sociation in cheering for him. A few of those who had been upstairs booed her.

In the ring, Yamamoto Takeshi's sharp eyes were focused on Ye Fei. The contempt was gone from his features and he was on high alert.

This contest was about Yamamoto Takeshi's reputation. He had to ruthlessly defeat and humiliate his opponent in the shortest possible time to maintain his dignity.

"Watch out!"

Yamamoto Takeshi suddenly shot towards Ye Fei and launched himself into a flying kick aimed at his gut.　

Kicks in karate tend to be simple but very powerful. Of course, there are also many impressive and complicated tricks, but Yamamoto Takeshi chose this move because he wanted to show his power in front of everyone.

"So fast!" The Sanda champion, Li Shilong, was astounded, cold sweat beading up on his forehead. He now realized that when Yamamoto Takeshi fought him, he hadn't even been using his full strength.

Li Shilong's companions watched on nervously.　

Faced with such a lightning-fast attack, Ye Fei only sneered with disdain.

Yamamoto Takeshi's incredibly fast strike could catch most people off-guard, but this was Ye Fei he was dealing with.

To be honest, all of Ye Fei's Kung Fu was based on his eyes.

Ever since he was young, he had been forced by his grandfather to train his eyes. By the age of twelve, he could easily keep track of a gnat flying across the room.

When he was fully concentrated, Ye Fei could even spot and dodge an incoming bullet.

"Too slow, too slow!" he chuckled. His attention was concentrated entirely on Yamamoto Takeshi.

In his eyes, the lightning-fast Yamamoto Takeshi was practically moving in slow motion. He could clearly see every minute flexing of his muscles.

He did not dodge, but simply leaned slightly to one side, easily avoiding the opponent's foot.

"How the h.e.l.l!?" Yamamoto Takeshi thought this one surprise attack would be enough to win him the match. After a moment, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He had plenty of other tricks up his sleeve.

Each trick faster than the last, each strike faster than the last. Like a storm, no one could stop it!

The next strike was a roundhouse kick.

Ye Fei took a half-step back. "Still too slow!"

Yamamoto Takeshi immediately squatted and tried a leg-sweep.

Ye Fei raised his leading leg a few centimeters and covered his mouth with his hand, pretending to yawn. "I'm falling asleep here!"

Yamamoto Takeshi jumped in the air and performed a 720-degree spinning kick easily evaded by Ye Fei.

"Turtle-feet!"

Ye Fei's words drilled into Yamamoto Takeshi's mind.

At the sight of Yamamoto Takeshi's magnificent performance and Ye Fei's mocking words, the hall abruptly became silent.

Yamamoto Takeshi used his absolute best tricks against Ye Fei, but it was of no use. Ye Fei could see every strike coming a mile away and easy avoided each one.

"Impossible! Even my father can't do that!"

Yamamoto Takeshi breathed hard as he glared incredulously at his opponent, cold sweat beading up on his forehead.

His great strength was infamous. He was not only the best among his peers, but even famous masters such as Li Shilong could not defeat him.

He had absolute confidence in himself, but now, his rock-solid self-a.s.surance was as stable as a sailboat in a hurricane. Ye Fei made him look like an overzealous child.

The spectators around the ring were even more amazed than him, especially the members of the Karate a.s.sociation. They had watched Yamamoto Takeshi fight in the ring many times and had never seen an opponent be able to stand up to such a flurry of blows. Most incredibly, he never even managed to touch the edge of Ye Fei's clothes.

"How...? How did he do that?" Li Shilong stared at Ye Fei with astonished eyes.

He was a professional Sanda champion and knew Yamamoto Takeshi's power firsthand, but what Ye Fei was doing was absolutely absurd.

In the ring, after dodging Yamamoto Takeshi's last attack, Ye Fei shook his head disappointedly. "Humph, I thought you'll at least show me some cool tricks, but I'm just bored. Your strength is… so-so. Are you done yet?"

Yamamoto Takeshi's forehead was still covered in cold sweat and his eyes were wide with disbelief, but he wasn't ready to give in. "Humph! Why don't you actually fight me, coward? I'll admit you have some impressive reflexes, but what's the use of that? You can dodge my attacks all day, but will that win you the fight? If I hit you just once it'll be an instant KO!"

"You think I'm afraid to fight you?" A smirk appeared on Ye Fei's face. "The reason I always dodge is because I don't want to accidentally beat you to death."