SRGA Chapter 119 Cruel Martial Arts Competition
Ouyang Fei felt a surge of excitement.
To think someone would challenge him like this, what a rare opportunity!
When he accepted the martial challenge, he was hoping to deceive others, but it turned out someone was daring enough to challenge him in such an arrogant manner.
Seeing Song Xiang's hand pierced just moments ago, he was already infuriated, and the challenger seemed even more presumptuous than Song Xiang's opponent.
"Lin-ge, could you help me translate what he said?" Ouyang Fei stepped forward and asked.
He knew the opponent was challenging him, but since the opponent spoke Korean, he didn't understand the specifics.
Lin Tian translated in Korean accurately this time, surprising even the Korean translator who had prepared to translate.
"He thinks he can win in ten moves and wants me to kneel?!" Ouyang Fei's anger flared after hearing Lin Tian's translation.
"Lin-ge, tell him it's impossible for me to kneel, and it's even more impossible to say that Chinese martial arts are inferior to Korean ones."
"He says if he can win in ten moves, I'll cut off my left hand. And if he can't win, he'll kneel down and admit Korean martial arts are inferior to Chinese ones."
Ouyang Fei glared at the opponent as he spoke.
Lin Tian glanced at Ouyang Fei, impressed by his cautiousness. Despite having reached the later stage of Hidden Qi, he still agreed to the opponent's condition of ten moves.
"If ten moves don't defeat you, I'll also cut off one hand," the Korean challenger said with a cold smirk.
Caught in a deadlock, he couldn't back down.
He couldn't agree to kneel down even if he lost because that would invite criticism even if he eventually won.
"Isn't it too brutal no matter who loses?"
"This is true martial arts, not child's play. Real martial arts are lethal techniques."
Many people whispered among themselves, some remained silent, all eyes fixed on Ouyang Fei and the others.
Ouyang Fei stepped into the arena, his eyes glinting coldly.
"Representing China, Ouyang Fei."
"Representing Korea, Kim Injun."
Both exchanged names without needing translation.
"Begin!"
Kim Injun believed in his superior strength, yet he attacked first with lightning speed, his long spear aimed straight at Ouyang Fei.
Three meters, two meters, one meter!
The distance rapidly closed, but Ouyang Fei remained unresponsive, making Kim Injun certain of his success.
When the distance was merely half a meter, Ouyang Fei suddenly dodged the sharp spear with lightning speed.
Simultaneously, his sword in hand swiftly slashed towards Kim Injun's left hand.
"Oh no."
Kim Injun's heart sank.
He wanted to dodge, but his movement was too late. He had left himself no room to evade with his previous attack.
Moreover, Ouyang Fei's speed was too fast.
"Spurt!"
Blood splattered as Ouyang Fei's sword directly severed Kim Injun's left hand. He screamed in agony, clutching his left wrist with his right hand.
"Ah!"
Many people exclaimed in shock.
While Song Xiang's hand was pierced by a sword, it wasn't severed like Kim Injun's hand, which spewed blood.
Ouyang Fei shook the blood off the tip of his sword.
Surprised, he said, "With such strength, you're still so arrogant? I thought you were already a martial arts master."
Kim Injun's face turned pale.
Though he gripped his wrist, blood still oozed out.
"You shameless!"
"You're stronger than me, yet you agreed to let me win in ten moves."
Kim Injun roared in anger.
If he had known Ouyang Fei was stronger, he would have been more cautious, and Ouyang Fei wouldn't have defeated him so easily.
The gap between the mid and late stages of Hidden Qi wasn't that significant.
Kim Injun's translator quickly translated his words.
Ouyang Fei calmly said, "How would I know you're not capable despite being so arrogant? You aimed a spear at me, wanted me to kneel, and even expected me to say that Chinese martial arts are inferior to Korean ones."
"Do you admit defeat? If you do, you'll cut off one hand."
"Otherwise, we'll continue."
After Ouyang Fei finished speaking, many people looked towards Lin Tian, including Kim Injun. Lin Tian stumbled over his translation.
Many people looked at him oddly, thinking he had translated fine before. Now, why was he translating so slowly?
Kim Injun's translator hurriedly translated.
"My hand is already severed!" Kim Injun roared in frustration.
Ouyang Fei furrowed his brows. "Your left hand was severed in battle. Our bet is to sever one hand voluntarily."
Kim Injun was dumbfounded.
If he severed another hand, both of his hands would be gone.
Although modern medical technology could reattach severed limbs, severing his right hand again would practically ruin his martial arts future.
"If you don't want to cut off one hand, you can kneel and apologize. I'll spare you," Ouyang Fei said coldly.
Kim Injun's forehead was covered in cold sweat from the pain. Severing another hand would ruin his martial arts future, something he couldn't accept.
"Bang!"
He knelt down and quickly kowtowed.
"I'll remember this grudge."
Kim Injun gritted his teeth as he spoke. He quickly left the arena, leaving his severed hand to be taken care of by the rest of the Korean team.
"Ouyang Fei!"
Tengyuan Ueno's expression turned solemn.
Judging by Ouyang Fei's speed, he estimated that Ouyang Fei, like him, had reached the later stage of Hidden Qi.
""Ueno, it seems like you're the main focus this year," Lin Tian said, completing the translation.
"Your opponent has appeared, you must defeat him, preferably inflict severe damage," said a middle-aged man beside Tengyuan Ueno, his voice heavy.
"Yes, father."
"Although Ouyang Fei is strong, I believe I can win. I will bring glory to our family," Tengyuan Ueno said confidently.
"Hmm," Ouyang Fei's father nodded slightly.
"Ouyang, when did you reach the later stage of Hidden Qi? Impressive," someone exclaimed.
"Fei is amazing."
As Ouyang Fei left the arena, some people from Huaguo expressed their excitement. Ouyang Fei had dealt with a formidable opponent.
"Be careful, everyone. Now that my strength is exposed, they probably won't challenge me again. If you can't win, surrender quickly," Ouyang Fei warned.
With only one martial decree, Ouyang Fei could only be challenged by others; he couldn't challenge them. One person could only possess one martial decree.
The martial arts competition continued.
Many people watched nervously, including Luo Bingning.
Before long, the bronze chest above Luo Bingning's head changed again, turning into a silver chest.
Two hours passed, and the regular martial arts competition finally ended.
Some people from all three sides were injured.
In the end, Huaguo obtained four martial decrees, Dongying obtained the same, while Korea only received two this year.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the regular martial arts competition has ended," Jiang Yi announced with a microphone in hand.
Half of the audience, those with weaker endurance, silently left the venue. This kind of competition was too brutal for them.
But for martial artists, it was normal.
If severed hands and feet could be reattached, they were not considered serious injuries.
If one couldn't even accept these, then why practice martial arts?
"Is it over?"
"What were the results of the competition?"
Outside the stadium, many people gathered, with some asking questions.
"Ugh!"
Some people who had been trying to hold back their nausea couldn't bear it any longer and vomited in a corner outside.
"Ugh—"
This person's vomiting immediately triggered others to do the same.
"What's going on?"
Many people outside were puzzled.
A boy who hadn't vomited said, "Someone's palm was pierced, someone's hand was severed, and others had long cuts and sword wounds on their bodies. It was quite terrifying."
"The competition results are out. We, Huaguo, and Dongying each received four martial decrees, while Korea got two."
"Next is the even more brutal battle, the one where life and death are at stake. People might die in the next round."
As he spoke, the boy covered his mouth and ran to a corner, joining the others who were vomiting.