The door to the fighting room slammed shut.
Bang!
The dull thud shut out all the noise outside, as though sounding a death knell.
Koinu Taro and the other six Eastern Japan team members instantly spread out into a standard Seven-Star Encirclement Formation, trapping Yue Xiaofei in the center.
"Brat, there are no reporters here now, no referees, and certainly no rules."
"I'll show you what true despair means!"
Koinu Taro flexed his wrists, making them crack sharply.
"Get him!"
At his command!
Seven figures lunged into action at once, like seven arrows loosed from their bowstrings!
The cold gleam of daggers and the whistle of fists and feet wove an airtight net of death that instantly enveloped Yue Xiaofei!
Perfect coordination!
Vicious killing moves!
They intended to tear this Dragon Kingdom man who dared provoke them to pieces in a single instant!
Yet faced with this deadly trap, Yue Xiaofei did not move a muscle.
In his eyes, time seemed to have been switched to slow motion.
The seven Eastern Japan team members' ghostly swift movements became a ridiculous display of snails crawling.
"That's it?"
Yue Xiaofei finally moved, simply taking a small step to the left.
That single step was executed with exquisite precision, carrying him straight through the gap between two daggers.
"Slow! Far too slow! Didn't you eat enough? Is rice that expensive in Eastern Japan?"
Yue Xiaofei shook his head, his face filled with disappointment.
"Even an eighty-year-old granny hits harder than you!"
"Bastard!"
One team member lashed out in humiliation and fury, switching to a sweeping slash aimed at Yue Xiaofei's neck.
Yue Xiaofei neither dodged nor retreated. He drove his body straight into the man's chest!
Iron Mountain Lean!
It was the lethal martial arts technique Han Xiao had taught him during his