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The four conglomerates were giants in Hangzhou, and in fact, they dominated the southern part of Huaxia. Every business related to daily necessities had to seek shelter under the umbrella of these four giants. However, just a few years ago, these four major groups were far from harmonious. Their coming together was largely thanks to the rise of Beidou Group, which had originally established its dominance in the north.
A few years back, Northern Dipper Medicine, a subsidiary of Beidou Group, expanded its reach into the south, prompting the four major groups to unite in order to resist Beidou Group's encroachment. It was during this time that the Liu Family also entered the southern market. Under Liu Qing's decision, the Liu Family collaborated with their long-time friends from the Mei Family to establish Wankang Pharmaceuticals. The shares of Wankang Pharmaceuticals were distributed as follows: fifty percent to the Liu Family, twenty percent to the Mei Family, and the remaining thirty percent divided among the three other conglomerates. In some respects, these individuals were all subordinates of Liu Yiyi; however, business was complex, and Xiao Yefeng found it puzzling that despite being subordinates, there was still infighting among them.
As time proved an old saying true—there are no eternal friends, only eternal money—four factions had emerged within the room. The Luo family from Azure Wind Group huddled together with Li Family from Millennium Group; Zhu Ganglie teamed up with a silent man; Liu Yiyi partnered with Mei Mo'er; while Qian Siming and the lively Han Mei appeared indifferent to it all.
What were they fighting over? Of course, it was for the development rights of the area where Wankang Pharmaceuticals was located—a lucrative piece of cake involving national investment and local sponsorships.
At Qian Siming's suggestion, Han Mei prepared a competition roster for the three parties. At that moment, Liu Yiyi realized she had been outmaneuvered. Neither Sun Lei nor Tang Hao were suitable candidates for this competition; their opponent had sent only one participant—the ninja known as Ghost Head Blade from Wa Country.
The competitors from Luo Renjie and Li Chun’s side were Yoga Master Amakage from Vietnam. Liu Yiyi recognized both of them and found herself at a loss as to whose name to write on the form. While Sun Lei and Tang Hao were indeed Ancient Warriors from Huaxia, they faced opponents capable of using supernatural abilities—something Liu Yiyi was well aware of.
Clearly, those two were not the best choices against opponents who could wield such powers. Moreover, the Development Zone was a contested area between Wankang Pharmaceuticals and Northern Dipper Medicine; whoever controlled it would hold significant influence in the south. Liu Yiyi was determined to secure this area and had already received intel that Northern Dipper Medicine had bribed several shareholders.
If either of the other two factions won, she would be in danger. At this moment, Liu Yiyi's gaze fell upon Xiao Yefeng, who seemed to have guessed her thoughts. He looked around at the people below before nodding.
With Xiao Yefeng's consent, Liu Yiyi swiftly wrote his name on the form. She then signed an agreement stating that at the upcoming bidding for the new Development Zone, losers would be barred from participating again. Although such contracts held no legal weight, Xiao Yefeng viewed it as a commitment from everyone involved.
As soon as the two competitors finished their match, Han Mei's voice echoed through the surround sound system. Her alluring tone drove both men and women in the audience into a frenzy as she announced: "Ladies and gentlemen! Next up is Ghost Head Blade from Wa Country facing off against Yoga Master Amakage from Vietnam! Let's see who truly is a real man! I can't wait for a real man to conquer me!"
With her final words, excitement surged among the men in attendance; many rushed toward the stage to prove their masculinity and embrace Han Mei. However, when a man clad in black ninja attire stepped onto the stage, their testosterone-fueled enthusiasm was instantly quelled. This man exuded an aura of Yin Qi that made anyone who glanced at him feel as if they had stepped into an ice cave.
At that moment, another man walked into the arena. He was tall but exceptionally thin, dressed in a monk's attire with his hands clasped together in prayer. His monk shoes were tattered, and his brownish-yellow robes were equally worn out. However, Xiao Yefeng could see that this man was extraordinary; just by standing opposite the Wano Ninja without fear, it was clear he was strong.
In fact, whether it was ninjas or Yoga Masters, Xiao Yefeng had fought for his life against both. Countless ninjas and Yoga Masters had fallen at his hands. Yet, compared to these two individuals, Xiao Yefeng had to admit that those he had defeated were merely ordinary people. This Ghost Head Blade, however, was something else entirely.
Ninjas were more adept at weapon attacks, and facing a Yoga Master skilled in hand-to-hand combat offered them no advantage. Yet this ninja managed to find openings at critical moments; the battle had continued for quite some time. Both fighters aimed to kill with every strike. Amakage's attacks were fast, precise, ruthless, and most importantly, unpredictable.
His elbows and legs struck from bizarre and illogical angles. Even under the assault of the Ghost Head Blade, Amakage could evade heavy blows by sliding his skin and bones away from impact. Ultimately, after ten minutes of intense fighting, both men stepped down from the stage, having chosen to end in a draw since neither could exploit the other's weaknesses. This was already the best outcome.
Each minute of their life-and-death struggle was thrilling. Typically, such battles would see someone fall within a few minutes. However, the nature of this competition prevented either from fully showcasing their abilities. Xiao Yefeng believed that neither had held back; it wasn't that they didn't want to win but rather because he hadn't made his move yet.
"Alright, both masters have failed to find suitable opportunities; this match ends in a draw. But the excitement continues! Master Amakage still has the energy to accept the next challenger. Let me draw a name and see who will have the chance to face him!" Han Mei's voice rang out. At that moment, Xiao Yefeng understood that this drawing was merely an excuse for everyone.
Under the gaze of the Two Goddesses, Xiao Yefeng stepped into the hall below. As he entered, a strong spotlight shone on him, and Han Mei's voice echoed: "Here comes contestant Xiao Yefeng! Can this newcomer defeat Master Amakage? Let's give him a warm round of applause and cheers! I have high hopes for our young contestant! After all, youth brings stamina!"
Stimulated by Han Mei's words, applause and cheers erupted around Xiao Yefeng. He even sensed some women screaming for him; after all, compared to the less appealing Amakage, he was quite the handsome man.
Not far away, surrounded by this crowd of women for at least ten minutes, Xiao Yefeng found himself overwhelmed as countless women pressed against him. Some even stuffed bills into his clothes. Unable to withstand it any longer, Xiao Yefeng leaped directly into the Arena; he believed if he had taken a normal route to enter, it would have taken at least another ten minutes.
Once on stage, Xiao Yefeng shook off various items from his clothes and performed a simple yoga greeting towards Amakage before the match began.
The two exchanged glances; Amakage wasted no time and charged directly at Xiao Yefeng. At that moment, Xiao Yefeng adopted a crouching strategy and let Amakage come at him without concern. However, Amakage was incredibly fast and reached Xiao Yefeng in the blink of an eye; they stood almost face to face.
As they faced each other, both sprang into action as close-quarters combat commenced. Although yoga primarily focused on flexibility and body conditioning, those who mastered it to its ultimate form possessed power comparable to Ancient Martial Arts from China—especially in terms of explosive strength and precision—showing no signs of weakness whatsoever.
At that moment, the two engaged in a seamless exchange of offense and defense. Their fists collided, knees and elbows clashed, and the sound of impact echoed continuously. After more than ten exchanges, Xiao Yefeng and Amakage both realized how formidable the other was; they were clearly both skilled in close combat. Following a swift elbow strike from Amakage, both fighters leaped out of the combat zone. They took a moment to absorb the intensity of their recent bout, where every punch landed with raw force, devoid of any flashy maneuvers. Remarkably, Amakage, a man in his fifties, was holding his own against the twenty-year-old Xiao Yefeng.
Although this was merely a warm-up, Xiao Yefeng held a deep respect for the middle-aged fighter. Likewise, Amakage acknowledged Xiao Yefeng's prowess. As Amakage adjusted his breathing—an essential aspect when masters spar—Xiao Yefeng deliberately created an opening. He stepped forward without landing swiftly, and his right shoulder appeared to move awkwardly, which caught Amakage's attention.
Seizing the opportunity, Amakage surged forward like a bolt of brownish-yellow lightning, aiming directly at Xiao Yefeng. Despite Xiao Yefeng's apparent vulnerability, Amakage's reaction speed was astonishingly quick. Xiao Yefeng barely had time to prepare; however, he was fortunate to have the initiative on his side. He executed a rapid spin, changing his posture so swiftly that the onlookers barely registered how he had moved at all.
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