The Iron Mountain Style disciples stood back from afar but did not retreat.
They looked at the gang of Evil Dragon ruffians, their eyes showing undisguised hostility.
Kamejiro turned around, unable to lift his head.
"We all follow the same Karate line, don't push it too far."
Yang Fei coldly laughed.
"It's not us who are pushing it too far. When your Iron Mountain Style kicked in my Qianji Style Martial Arts Hall, did you ever think of today?"
Kamejiro looked at the mocking intent in Yang Fei's eyes, took a deep breath, and his facial muscles twitched.
Finally, he stomped his foot, "Bring the application form, I'll sign it."
Yang Fei nodded at Mad Blade, who picked up the application form from the ground and walked toward Kamejiro.
Kamejiro watched helplessly as Mad Blade approached, his eyes dilating, his heart like it was being fried.
Suddenly, he rolled over swiftly, brandishing a Triangular Military Spike, lunging straight at Mad Blade.
