269 So He's a Hothead
In the arena, Fang Yiming was quickly taken to the hospital.
However, looking at his injuries...
He probably couldn't be saved.
Outside the ring, the audience was shocked to see the young genius die on the spot.
Even though it was common for people to die in an underground arena like this...
However, they still found it hard to accept the fact that such a young genius had died in battle.
He was the number one genius in Zhonghai.
He was the future hope of China's martial arts world.
He actually died just like that?
At the same time.
The air pressure in the private room dropped to the lowest point.
Everyone stared at the arena in a daze.
They were in a daze for a long time.
As the country entered a commercial society...
China's martial arts world had also become more and more commercialized in recent years.
Not many people would really practice martial arts.
Most of them only learned a little bit of mediocre kung fu, or simply practiced some fancy tricks, and then began to carry out commercial packaging.
They would engage in all sorts of hype and endorsements. Everything was based on money.
It had been a long time since such a bloody and cruel fight to the death had occurred.
Fang Yiming was definitely a mutant.
That was why when he left, he said, "I'm ashamed to be with you."
Everyone could see the glory of Chinese martial arts from him.
And the dignity that a martial artist should have!
..
At the thought of this, Yan Mengtang retracted his gaze and sighed.
He walked to Ye Feng slowly and looked at him with a complicated expression. "Your judgment is right. Fang Yiming didn't last more than three moves. I apologize for what I said before."
At this time, everyone present also came back to their senses.
They all looked at Ye Feng.
They really didn't know if he had sharp eyes.
Or should he say that he was a jinx?
Ye Feng said that Fang Yiming would not last more than three moves against Duan Jiangliu.
And that was indeed the case.
As expected, Fang Yiming was defeated in the third move.
He might even die on the spot.
At the same time.
Another question arose in their hearts.
Was this guy just blindly guessing...
Or was it a conclusion after careful analysis?
If it was the former, it would be fine.
However, if it was the latter, then this young man's eyes were very sharp.
One look and you could tell that he had trained hard for many years to develop such sharp eyes.
However, if they knew that Ye Feng had only started practicing martial arts for less than a month...
They would probably be so shocked that their jaw would drop?
Ye Feng was still in a daze.
This was the first time he had seen such a life-and-death battle between martial artists.
And the one who died was a genius with a bright future.
He suddenly had mixed feelings in his heart.
He didn't look happy at all because Yan Mengtang, the martial arts master, had apologized to him.
Yan Mengtang saw his expression and guessed that he had probably never seen such a bloody scene before. He was probably scared out of his wits. He could only turn around and look at Liu Wenyuan.
"Brother Wenyuan, you've got a good disciple."
Liu Wenyuan's face didn't have a trace of joy.
Although he had already seen that Fang Yiming would definitely lose...
However, when he saw this young genius die in front of his eyes, he still felt very regretful.
This young man's talent was the best he had seen in recent years, other than Ye Feng.
If Fang Yiming was given a few more decades, he would probably become a Grandmaster.
It was a pity that this youth's character was too stubborn.
He actually fought to the death.
He had lost his life in vain.
However, it could also be that Fang Yiming was too disappointed in the Chinese martial arts world.
He didn't want to continue living an ignoble life.
But no matter what, this was a tragedy.
To the Chinese martial arts world, this would be a huge loss.
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At that moment, Duan Jiangliu's arrogance had reached its peak.
His gaze slowly swept across the tens of thousands of spectators. "Is there anyone else who wants to challenge me?"
The atmosphere in the entire arena was very low.
They had suffered two consecutive defeats.
It also caused their initial enthusiasm to gradually dissipate.
Duan Jiangliu didn't even try to hide the disdain in his eyes. "A bunch of sick men from East Asia. If you don't dare to challenge me alone, you can all come at me together."
The live audience felt even more humiliated.
Some hot-tempered ones had even begun to curse at the Chinese martial arts world.
"They usually boast about their unrivaled martial arts, but at the critical moment, they've all become cowards."
"That's right, where are the masters who usually brag? Where are they now?"
"They've already come all the way to our doorstep. This bunch of grandsons are all hiding. What a bunch of trash."
"You can't say that, right? That Fang Yiming just now was a good man. Although he ended up in a bad state, he's definitely a real man."
"That's why he died at such a young age. Those who can live to old age are all a bunch of cowards."
The curses from the crowd were getting louder and louder.
It had already reached the private room.
Yan Mengtang looked at the younger generation again.
"Did you guys hear that? Our Chinese martial arts world has already become a street rat. Which one of you is willing to step up and save our reputation?"
When everyone heard his question, they all remained silent.
Are you kidding me?
Of the two people who went up ahead, one was dead and the other was injured.
Which one of them would dare to go up and court death?
Yan Mengtang asked a few times, but no one replied.
He couldn't help but feel despair.
The younger generation of martial artists had already lost their courage.
Counting on them to take the stage was no different from a fool's dream.
At this moment, he suddenly heard a voice behind him. "I'll go."
This voice was like the sound of nature in his ears.
He turned around.
Then, he was stunned.
The person who spoke just now was Ye Feng, whom he had scolded earlier.
Before he could speak...
Liu Wenyuan, who was at the side, immediately scolded, "What are you blindly following along for?"
With that, he pulled him back.
Then, he cupped his hands at Yan Mengtang. "I'm sorry, Sect Leader Yan. This disciple of mine has only learned Wing Chun Fist for less than a month. It's really difficult for him to take on such a great responsibility."
Yan Mengtang just had a glimmer of hope.
When he heard his words, he was immediately doused with a bucket of cold water.
He had only learned it for less than a month?
He probably didn't even have a stable horse stance, and he dared to volunteer?
So he was a hothead!
