Peerless Divine Doctor Chapter 913: Challenge on the Arena

"I’ll go check out the situation first," Ye Luo thought to himself and spoke.

The War God nodded, and the two of them quickly left the place.

In the Capital City, at the largest square in the center of Huaxia, the crowd was surging, seemingly even greater than before, truly a sea of people.

In the center of this square, a stage one ter tall and roughly four ters in length and width was erected. To one side sat a group of people, all from the Island Country’s Beichen Ittoryu.

Around the stage, at a distance of more than ten ters, hundreds of soldiers ford a long line of defense, preventing the public from getting too close. Among them were over a dozen Hua Yuan Realm experts from the War God’s team maintaining order, with War Wolf and Military Saber both present.

A large number of reporters with caras were also around the stage, broadcasting.

At this mont on the stage, two figures were crisscrossing, emitting a terrifying aura, as waves of True Qi energy spread out.

Thump!

A dull sound rang out as a young disciple of Beichen Ittoryu swept out with his foot, directly kicking a Saint Realm second tier young Huaxia martial artist and sending him flying. The martial artist landed heavily on the ground, spitting blood and severely injured.

Quickly, two soldiers approached and helped the young martial artist away.

"Not even worth one strike!" the disciple of Beichen Ittoryu scoffed, then looked around the audience with utmost contempt in his eyes.

"Could it be that among the billions in Huaxia, there isn’t a single stronger martial artist? Don’t you claim that Huaxia martial arts are unrivaled in the world? Why is it nothing but a bunch of trash? Could it be that there’s no one left in all of Huaxia?"

Hearing the insulting words of the Beichen Ittoryu disciple, the Huaxia civilians around the square were filled with outrage, looking extrely angry yet helpless.

Ever since this group of people from the Island Country set up the stage here today, tens of Huaxia’s young martial artists had gone up, and without exception, all were blown off the stage.

Moreover, they were all defeated by this sa person, with this last one managing to hold on a bit longer; the others were knocked down almost instantly, in an even more tragic state.

All of this was being reported live by the surrounding reporters, spreading throughout all of Huaxia. When the Huaxia people heard this derogatory and arrogant rhetoric from the Beichen Ittoryu disciple, they were all filled with a mix of rage and the urge to slap him across the face.

After all, there is an irreconcilable hatred between Huaxia and the Island Country. Now that these people from the Island Country are so arrogant on Huaxia’s turf, it’s natural for all Huaxians to be unable to stand it, and they are all discussing where all the young experts of Huaxia have gone, wondering if there really is no one left.

"I really want to go up there and slap him twice!"

War Wolf, in the crowd, looked at the proudly strutting, incredibly arrogant Beichen Ittoryu disciple, and snorted coldly.

"Don’t be impulsive, if you go up now, you’ll only bring more sha to our Huaxia," Military Saber said indifferently.

"These damn bastards, aren’t they just outright slapping Huaxia in the face? Those despicable Hidden Sect forces, they actually refuse to take action," War Wolf snorted coldly.

"In their hearts, only increasing their strength is important, as for whether Huaxia loses face, that has nothing to do with them," Military Saber continued indifferently.

"What are you two discussing?"

At that mont, War God’s voice sounded, and both n turned around abruptly to see War God and Ye Luo appear there.

"Captain!"

The military knife and battle wolf spoke up, their gazes turning toward Ye Luo.

"Ye Luo, you’re here, just in ti. Go up there and give those arrogant island country folks a good lesson for ; they’re really too conceited and presumptuous, acting as if Huaxia has no one left to stand up to them," Battle Wolf huffed indignantly.

"So it’s them!"

Ye Luo looked at the group of people from the island country, recalling those he had seen at the airport yesterday. So they were here to challenge Huaxia.

Ye Luo’s gaze swept over and rested on a youthful figure sitting beside the ring. He was distinguished and carried himself with poise, possessing the strength of the first layer of the Hua Yuan Realm.

That person must be Bei Chenfeng, the Young Master of the Beichen Ittoryu. Only twenty-five years old, and already a martial artist of the Hua Yuan Realm, his talent and strength were indeed extraordinary. He was worthy of being the Young Master of the Beichen Ittoryu.

"With so many ordinary people in this plaza, they’ve just set up the ring here. What if the civilians get hurt once fighting breaks out?"

Ye Luo suddenly said.

"There’s nothing that can be done about it. They set it up early in the morning without notifying us. Moreover, they’ve invited all the reporters. If we were to prevent them from setting up the ring here..."

"It would make others think Huaxia is showing weakness, assuming we’re not their match, and that’s why we don’t allow them to set up the ring here. That’s precisely their sche,"

"They want to defeat Huaxia’s martial artists in front of so many Huaxia civilians, to deeply humiliate us and strike at the confidence of our people,"

War God’s gaze beca sharp, and his face solemn as he spoke, "Therefore, we cannot lose this challenge. Even if we lose, we must not lose too badly, or it will be a trendous blow to the whole of Huaxia, and it might even affect our international standing and deterrent power."

"Has Huaxia really run out of people? Could it be that you’re all just a bunch of ’sick n of East Asia’?"

At that mont, the disciple of Beichen Ittoryu stood on the ring and called out arrogantly again, inciting a wave of curses from the group of Huaxia civilians.

Whoosh!

Just then, a sharp gust of wind blew, and a figure appeared on the ring like a sudden breeze, radiating a powerful aura.

This was a young man draped in a long robe, with handso features and an elegant deanor—Feng Ying, the man who had previously asked for Leng Ruobing’s hand in marriage, a high-ranking expert of the Tian Group with a special ability related to wind.

However, his strength had soared from the second level of the Saint Realm to the fourth level in just over a month. His progression was incredibly fast.

But compared to Leng Ruobing, it was nothing special. Of course, Leng Ruobing’s breakthrough had been so rapid with the help of grade-three Spiritual dicine.

"Who are you?"

Seeing Feng Ying, the Beichen Ittoryu disciple’s pupils tightened, a hint of surprise flashing through his eyes as he instinctively sensed a trace of danger from him.

"Didn’t you say Huaxia had no one left? Today, I’ll let you island country folks witness whether Huaxia truly has no one,"

Feng Ying snorted coldly, waving his hands as terrifying True Qi burst forth from his body. Under his control, the True Qi turned into fierce tornadoes.

Boom!

In an instant, these tornadoes swept toward the Beichen Ittoryu disciple.