A booming voice echoed through the conference room, coming from an exceptionally tall and burly middle-aged man.
"History is written by the victors. Once he’s dead, we’ll control the narrative. It’s not that hard to manipulate public opinion, is it?"
The elderly man spoke again.
"I refuse. My plan has always been simple: if he dares to show his face in Japan, I will fight him in a fair duel and defeat him honorably. All of you are in the Martial Arts Saint Realm. How can you have so little faith in your own Martial Arts Dao? It’s a disgrace."
"As far as I’m concerned, this discussion is over. What you do is your choice. Regardless, the mont he appears in Tokyo, I will face him in a fair fight."
The robust man with the booming voice spoke calmly. Then, the video feed from his location distorted and went black as the signal was lost.
"So, he’s the strongest of the new generation to reach the Saint Realm? I’d also like to see what he’s truly capable of. I have only one request: if you all intend to gang up on him, please do it after we have been defeated. I take my leave."
A man in a Japanese-style Martial Arts Uniform said with a smile. Then, his screen also abruptly went black.
One by one, the video feeds winked out, until only the mbers of the older generation remained on screen.
"It’s good that the young ones still have so fight in them. Let them have a go at it."
"In fact, if you think about it, this could be an opportunity. The man wants to challenge our entire Martial Arts Realm, so let him serve as a whetstone for the younger generation."
A stooped, white-haired old man, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke.
His eyes were hazy and jaundiced, his skin was a mass of wrinkles, and he leaned on a cane. He looked to be at death’s door.
"Mr. Miyazaki, what will we do if they are all defeated by Yi Beidou?"
Beichuan Tian asked, his expression grave.
"If it cos to that, we’ll resort to... necessary ans. Don’t worry. If it truly gets to that point, I will act personally. I don’t have many years left, and I have no intention of becoming one of those ageless, undying monsters. Taking such a brilliant young man with before I depart would make this life worthwhile."
The old man said with a faint smile, and then his image also distorted and vanished.
"Since Mr. Miyazaki has spoken, we’ll proceed as he says. If worse cos to worst, we old folks don’t care about losing face. If we join forces, you think we can’t handle one young man? Let’s just consider this a trial for the Martial Artists of Japan."
The old man who had spoken seed to hold imnse prestige in the Japan Martial Arts Realm. One by one, the remaining screens began to go dark.
Beichuan Tian opened his mouth to speak, but in the end, only a single blurry figure with a yellow chrysanthemum for a face remained on screen.
"There’s no need to worry. An Ancient One contacted not long ago and said he’s very interested in this man. He will intervene at the critical mont."
"Rest assured, there is no way he will leave Japan alive. A great many people have taken an interest in him."
Mr. Ju said with a smile.
Then, with a CLICK, the image vanished completely.
’The Ancient Ones hiding in the shadows... could they really get involved personally?’
Beichuan Tian took a deep breath.
’I just hope Tokyo doesn’t descend into utter chaos.’
Saint Realm masters from all over Japan were converging on Tokyo. And so was Yi Beidou.
「Japan’s Shinkansen High-Speed Rail, Fukuoka Station.」
A train from here offered a direct and convenient route to Tokyo.
Today, Fukuoka Station was unusually crowded with passengers heading for Tokyo, clearly a result of the video Yi Beidou had released.
Due to the attack at the Changqi Martial Arts Conference, all eight regional competitions of Japan’s All Martial Arts Conference had been suspended. Since Yi Beidou’s video had pointed the finger directly at Tokyo, it naturally drew the attention of the many fans and Martial Arts Realm mbers who had been following the conference.
Everyone wanted to see how Japan’s top masters would handle the situation—a spectacle the likes of which hadn’t been seen in ages.
As the train pulled out of the station, many people inside the car were scrolling through their phones or quietly discussing the events.
Just then.
FWOOM!!
In an open space inside the train car, a blue-and-white Demon Fla suddenly erupted. Amidst the passengers’ shocked cries and commotion, a tall figure materialized out of thin air from within the blaze.
The Demon Fla then rapidly receded, vanishing completely into the tall man’s body as if it had never appeared.
The man himself simply leaned calmly against a corner of the car, his eyes half-closed, making no other move.
"What was that?! A person?!"
"Yi Beidou! It’s that... that ’Great Demon King,’ Yi Beidou! You haven’t heard? He looks exactly like the man from the video!"
"Why is he here?! Don’t tell he’s taking the sa train to Tokyo as us?!"
"Damn it, is he going to do sothing to us?! He’s a monster that even bullets can’t kill! If the governnt sends people to capture him and a fight breaks out, we’ll be caught in the middle!"
"..."
The crowd instantly erupted into an uproar, and panic began to spread.
So people shrieked and leaped from their seats, fleeing to other cars. Others frantically mashed the ergency alarm button. But there were also so who were bold enough to study Yi Beidou closely, their eyes filled with intense interest.
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