Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 252 - 112 - Martial Arts Contest? Flying Man?"_1

Chapter 252: Chapter 112 - Martial Arts Contest? Flying Man?"_1

Just as Yan Fei was preparing to use a pillar as a weapon, the middle-aged man waved his hand imperatively, and the people behind him immediately fell silent.

Then the middle-aged man sneered, "Since you want to test our strength, let’s give it a try! Fifth Brother, Xiao Liu, you two go first and see what this fellow is capable of!"

Before the words had fallen, two men sprang out from behind him.

One of them, thin and lean, slightly bent at the waist, stared at Yan Fei with a cold smirk, a small dagger in his hand twirling endlessly; the other walked a few steps forward, his short stature, arms hanging at his sides, hands each holding a triangular military spike, one upside down and one right way up, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on Yan Fei.

At that moment, a big bus honked its horn and drove straight into the yard. It was obvious they were there for a meal.

The middle-aged man frowned, quietly issued some orders to the people behind him. Then someone ran over and shouted at the bus driver. The driver saw the situation in the yard and didn’t hesitate, he quickly turned around and left.

Yan Fei had initially felt a sense of martial arts atmosphere which felt quite novel to him, but the entry and exit of the big bus killed that mood entirely.

So he gave up on the idea of pulling the pillar, simply walked out of the small shed, and said to the two men, "Come on then!"

The man with the dagger sneered, "Kid, don’t cry to Yama, I’m sending you on your way..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly changed hands with his dagger, charged forward with a wave of his hand, the other with the triangular military spike didn’t even say a word, just rushed over with a sullen face.

Just as the man with the dagger was about to reach Yan Fei, he suddenly switched hands with the dagger again, he quickly flicked it from an angle holding it in a reverse grip ready to slash at Yan Fei; the other man’s military spike was also instantly transformed, instead of holding it one upside down and one right way up, he held them both upright, sticking out at Yan Fei.

That’s quite uninteresting!

Yan Fei didn’t think much of the two men’s fancy tricks—it was just too slow.

Forget about comparing them with Deinonychus or Rapator, they weren’t even as fast as the seemingly clumsy Terrestrisuchus. When these carnivorous creatures hunt, they launch a fast and fatal attack—there’s no room for fancy footwork.

These two started off with a pose, then changed it. While it looked pretty good, they wasted a lot of time. It was simply too slow.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

With two kicks, accompanied by two grunts, the two men flew back even faster than they had charged.

"Fifth Brother..."

"Xiao Liu..."

The crowd opposite was stunned for a moment, then immediately erupted in exclamations, brushing past two groups of people to surround the two men with questions.

Yan Fei didn’t even bother to look. He hadn’t put much effort into it, so they wouldn’t die. They’re getting all stirred up over nothing. He shouted at the middle-aged man, "Who’s next? Hurry up! Or you all can come at once!"

The middle-aged man’s expression instantly turned ugly. The two men appeared slow to Yan Fei, but they were indeed masters in their own right.

It’s just a shame they met a freakish non-human who made their dazzling weapon-switching maneuvers look like a ridiculous show.

After a moment of thought, the middle-aged man turned slightly towards a thirty-something man next to him and said, "Second Brother, why don’t you give it a try?"

The thirty-something man looked quite intimidating, and the middle-aged man who was leading used a tone of negotiation when speaking with him—he seemed to be a real master. He stood as straight as the goose-egg thick wax pole long stick in his hand, and had been silent, merely observing Yan Fei since he arrived.

Hearing the middle-aged man ask him to step up, he didn’t reply, just gave a slight nod and walked up to Yan Fei.

When he stood in front of Yan Fei, he didn’t say a word, just stood firmly with his stick—truly as solid as a pine tree.

Then they saw him suddenly kick the end of the staff, which swayed into action with a whoosh. He then took a step forward, assuming a horse stance, held the staff with both hands, and jolted his arms. This caused the staff, as thick as a goose egg, to whoosh twice, creating two circles of motion.

These movements were quick and decisive, both fierce and forthright, drawing cheers from the spectators behind him, "Second Master is amazing!"

The man barely reacted to the praises from the crowd. It seemed like he was used to it and didn’t dwell on it. He just stared at Yan Fei with a serious face and said, "Kid, I won’t be taking advantage of you. Choose your weapon!"

The man did seem to be an expert, but his movements looked too flashy.

Yan Fei thought to himself, ’Maybe I lack experience! Since he let me choose a weapon, he must be skilled. Maybe he has four or five tricks up his sleeve, so it’s better to choose a weapon!’

What if this guy is a truly skilled fighter? Then he’s challenging the challenger. If he gets beat up or hurt, what then?

With these thoughts, he turned around and walked towards the pillar he saw earlier. He bent down, wrapped his arms around the pillar and yanked.

The structure looked makeshift, and the pillar was buried less than a foot in the ground. With one pull, it came loose. He pushed the pillar up and quickly stepped out of the collapsing structure.

The structure collapsed with a clatter.

It was a fairly thick pillar. Holding it in one hand was inconvenient, so by the time he dragged the pillar in front of this man, he simply gripped the pillar with both his hands.

When the crowd saw him pulling up the pillar, some of them wanted to laugh, but his movements were too fast. By the time he had pulled out the pillar, they all wore awkard smiles, and it was acutely embarrassing.

The expert in the fighting stance changed his expression as well, but quickly regained his composure. Seeing Yan Fei dragging the pillar towards him, he scoffed, "Kid, being strong is not...".

Whoosh...

When Yan Fei gripped the pillar, he had already begun to exert his strength, using almost seventy to eighty percent of it.

It had been shown in TV, that during an expert showdown, one should give their best. Otherwise, it would be considered disrespectful. Yan Fei himself was very strong, so using seventy to eighty percent of his strength should be enough to show respect towards such an expert—right?

One end of the pillar was still on the ground. All he did was swiftly sweep it upwards.

The pillar, a thick as a large bowl, barely lifted off the ground when its speed increased significantly. Accompanied by the sound of the wind, it swiftly swung towards the supposed master.

The woosh that the pillar produced was different from the one produced by the master’s staff. The previous one sounded like "woo woo", while this was a genuine "whoosh".

As the master spoke, his face changed dramatically. It was already too late for him to retreat, and there was no place to hide. The pillar was swung from below at such a speed that it produced a gust of wind. He had no choice but to face it.

But a master is a master. At the moment when the pillar was about to hit him, he suddenly leaped backward in the opposite direction of the incoming pillar, holding his staff, and blocking his body with it.

What happened next was something everyone in the courtyard would never forget.

First, the pillar collided with the staff. The staff, as thick as a goose egg, instantly bent into a bow shape. Still, the pillar didn’t stop and hit the master’s body.

Now airborne, the master couldn’t hold onto his staff anymore. He tried to grab the pillar with both hands, but before he could touch the pillar, it had already swept him off his feet.

Then they saw him seemingly attached to the pillar, being swept off the ground. As the pillar stopped, he continued to fly higher into the air like an acrobat.

He kept flying up and up, and under the gaze of nearly a hundred pairs of eyes, he flew onto the roof with his staff...

(While flying through the air, he shouted, "Vote for the monthly pass! Vote for the monthly pass!!")