"As expected of Lu Tianzhan’s son, truly surpassing the past generation. No wonder my disciple died by your hand; it seems his death was not in vain."
At this mont, a slightly awkward and unfamiliar voice slowly echoed.
The next instant, a figure dressed in a kimono walked through the air. Despite appearing far away, in the blink of an eye, he was directly in front of Lu Tianxing and the others.
This was an elder in his sixties, with a calm deanor and no aura emanating from him. He held a sword, no, to be precise, a wooden sword, and stood there in thin air, giving off an extrely dangerous feeling.
"Not good, it’s Ashida Ikeda."
Sima Lingyun’s face turned exceedingly grim upon seeing the elder appear. His figure flickered, transforming into a sword light, landing right next to Lu Tianxing. "Judge, be careful, he is Ashida Ikeda."
"Sima Lingyun, leader of the Yanhuang Group, are you also planning to interfere in this matter?"
Ashida Ikeda looked at Sima Lingyun beside Lu Tianxing, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, a faint serious expression appearing on his face. He ca to kill Lu Tianxing to avenge his disciple, and if Sima Lingyun joined in, this would be difficult.
He wasn’t afraid of Lu Tianxing and Sima Lingyun teaming up, but killing Lu Tianxing would stop Old Master of Lu Family from acting rashly. If Old Master Lu dares to step out of the Lu Family, he has ways to join forces with others to keep Old Master Lu abroad permanently. However, if he also kills Sima Lingyun, when Ji Xingyun and Old Master Lu join forces, two masters of late-stage mythical level attacking Japan would be a catastrophic disaster for Japanese martial arts.
"Interfere in this matter?"
Sima Lingyun’s Sword Intent shimred inconsistently, his tone carrying coldness. "You Japanese co to China to kill people, and now you’re telling not to interfere in this matter? Ashida Ikeda, do you really think I won’t interfere?"
"Mr. Ashida Ikeda, how about we join forces? I’ll hold off Sima Lingyun, and you make the move to kill Lu Tianxing." Sun Yaoyang couldn’t help but shout at this mont, his eyes flashing scarlet.
Ti was running out for him, yet he couldn’t manage to deal with Lu Tianxing. Once the effect of the Angry God Pill wears off, he will surely die. The best person to eliminate Lu Tianxing now is Ashida Ikeda.
Ashida Ikeda is a seasoned master at late-stage mythical level. If Ashida Ikeda makes a move, Lu Tianxing will certainly die.
"Cooperate with ?"
Ashida Ikeda showed a look of disdain and ridicule upon hearing Sun Yaoyang’s words. "Cooperate with ? Do you think a trash like you is qualified to cooperate with ? A waste relying on Secret Techniques to enter late-stage mythical level, are you worthy to cooperate with ?"
Late-stage mythical level has its dignity. For a martial artist at this level, under normal circumstances, they won’t take on soone weaker than them unless absolutely necessary, and this is almost a convention. Lu Tianxing killed Matsushita Yamaki, and combined with Shankou Ikoh’s secret order, only then Ashida Ikeda was compelled to act.
This is already bullying the weak, and if he teams up with Sun Yaoyang to deal with a middle-stage mythical level ant, if this gets out, Ashida Ikeda would beco a complete joke.
Sun Yaoyang’s face twisted upon hearing Ashida Ikeda’s words. "Do you have the guts to say it again?"
"Trash," Ashida Ikeda cooperated fully, his face brimming with disdain.
In his eyes, Sun Yaoyang was just trash. Being a late-stage mythical level martial artist, he could see that Sun Yaoyang’s presence was unsteady, clearly using Secret Techniques to boost his strength. Soone like Sun Yaoyang, he could kill with one strike.
"You..."
"You what? A trash relying on Secret Techniques to boost strength, you’re just a jumping clown in front of him."
Ashida Ikeda sneered. "Late-stage mythical level? You’re rely a Fake Mythical Late Stage. If I hadn’t appeared just now, it wouldn’t take ten moves for you to die at the hands of the Third Young Master of Lu Family, do you believe that?"
Sun Yaoyang, listening to Ashida Ikeda’s words, had his expression turn extrely ugly, his face alternating between dark and light. However, he couldn’t refute Ashida Ikeda’s words, because from the few exchanges with Lu Tianxing earlier, he felt clearly how terrifying Lu Tianxing’s strength was. It wouldn’t be easy for Lu Tianxing to kill him, but if Lu Tianxing drags things out, he would surely die.
"Third Young Master of Lu Family, I give you ten moves to kill Sun Yaoyang. Don’t worry, I won’t kill you during this ti; it’s child’s play for to kill you."
Ashida Ikeda directed his gaze at Lu Tianxing.
"Ashida Ikeda, aren’t you afraid of not having the chance to kill ?"
"No opportunity?"
Ashida Ikeda replied, unfazed. "To kill you is just one strike. Your strength is indeed formidable enough to withstand a typical late-stage mythical level master, but in my eyes, killing you is effortless."
"Rember, if you don’t kill him within ten moves, then you will die."
With these words, Ashida Ikeda stopped speaking, standing aside with an expression of watching a show.
Seeing this scene, Lu Tianxing took a deep breath, glanced at Sima Lingyun, and slowly turned his gaze to Sun Yaoyang. "Sun Yaoyang, it looks like you can’t escape death today."
"Can’t escape death?"
Sun Yaoyang’s face flickered with cold murderous intent. "Then let’s see how you kill within ten moves."
Before finishing his sentence, Sun Yaoyang charged coldly towards Lu Tianxing, wildly attacking.
His punch exploded forward, True Qi surging like a tide, perating the air, shattering the air like a mountain crushing towards Lu Tianxing.
Lu Tianxing advanced against the wind, his True Qi surging like a tide as well, like a mighty lance shattering True Qi, striding rapidly towards Sun Yaoyang.
Six True Qi arms erged from him, like a rampaging crab producing all kinds of extre techniques, with thunderous power, striking at Sun Yaoyang, aiming to kill him in one blow.
"Lu Tianxing, you can’t kill ."
Sun Yaoyang roared defiantly, standing alone, the True Qi around him exploded, forming Protective True Qi to envelop him.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
Like the sound of a drum echoing, Lu Tianxing’s True Qi was fierce and domineering; each strike made the seawater below Sun Yaoyang shatter and spread outwards continuously.
Sun Yaoyang’s body was hamred down inch by inch, his face growing redder. When his feet touched the seawater, his face turned crimson, feeling his blood and Qi swirling internally, an unprecedented sense of impending death lood in his heart.
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