By the ti they returned to their hotel, they found it was already packed to the gills. A large crowd mobbed the front desk, all trying to book a room. They had clearly heard the news from Tokyo Tower.
anwhile, related reports began to surface on the Japanese internet. News that the Great Demon King had reappeared at Tokyo Tower quickly caught everyone’s attention.
Countless live streams started up in response.
"The Great Demon King has appeared at Tokyo Tower!"
"Where’s that loud-mouthed old guy? The Great Demon King has shown up, isn’t he going to make a move?"
"I say you all should just leave the old man alone."
"Who’s going to challenge the Great Demon King this ti?"
"..."
The internet was a storm of discussion.
Right now, any news related to Yi Beidou was, without a doubt, the key to viral traffic in Japan.
And it wasn’t just various live strears. Just like with the battle against the Heaven-Reaching Lodge, even Japan’s mainstream dia had mobilized, crossing the blockade lines to film on site.
「Donghua, Special Security Bureau Headquarters.」
A live feed fild by the Japanese mainstream dia was projected onto a large screen.
"Yi Beidou probably didn’t reveal himself willingly. It’s only been about three hours since his last battle ended. Japan must have used so thod to break his Stealth Technique," Wei Cheng said in a low voice.
His prediction had been correct. Japan’s most ferocious counterattack was about to begin.
"Our people have rushed to the scene as fast as possible. They’ll be feeding us real-ti updates," Zhao Ping stated gravely.
Less than half an hour later.
WHIRRR!
The sudden roar of a helicopter near Tokyo Tower drew everyone’s attention.
’They’re here!’
Seeing this, everyone’s expression tightened.
A helicopter hovered about twenty ters above the plaza. A figure appeared at the cabin door and leaped down.
THUD!!
The caras on site tracked the fall, clearly capturing the appearance of the person who landed.
It was an old man, seemingly only about 1.7 ters tall, dressed in a traditional Japanese kimono with a stooped posture.
His face was a crisscrossing canyon of wrinkles, the hair on his head was sparse, and his hands were clasped behind his back. His eyes appeared murky and dull.
Normally, if you encountered such an old man on the street, the best response would be to give him a wide berth. You never knew if the slightest touch might just end his fragile life.
A candle in the wind, his life nearly spent.
And yet, this very sa old man had just leaped from a height of over twenty ters.
"It’s the old man from the video! It’s really him!"
"He looks like he’s about to die, but he just jumped from over twenty ters high without any protection?!"
"Could he really be the forr number one super expert in Asia, like the internet says?"
"..."
Tanaka Shoukichi’s appearance sent the Japanese internet into a frenzy. An old man on the verge of death challenging the overwhelmingly powerful Great Demon King—the contrast was simply too surreal.
anwhile, at the Donghua Special Security Bureau Headquarters.
Wei Cheng’s expression turned incredibly grim upon seeing Tanaka Shoukichi appear.
"Everyone, we’ve just received a ssage from our people near Tokyo Tower. It wasn’t just one helicopter. At least six other helicopters have landed on buildings near Tokyo Tower. One of our intelligence officers, who is familiar with Fengshui Arrays, noticed that their positions form so kind of pattern centered on Tokyo Tower."
"From this, we can infer that those locations are likely manned by Saint Level experts. They’re secretly weaving an Array to influence the battle at Tokyo Tower! This ans that although only Tanaka Shoukichi has appeared in public, the force Mr. Yi has to face is likely far more than just a single Saint Expert!" a staff mber in the conference room suddenly announced in a heavy tone.
"As expected. He has the sa personality as before—cautious and striving for absolute certainty," Wei Cheng said, nodding after taking a deep breath.
A brief silence fell over the conference room.
Japan’s offensive this ti was truly terrifying.
The forr number one in Asia stood at the forefront, while at least six powerful Saint Realm experts waited in the wings. Together, their thods had woven an inescapable deathtrap.
One could say that in this battle, Yi Beidou would have to fight against at least two-fifths of the entire Japan Martial Arts Realm’s strength.
Under such circumstances, was there truly any chance of survival?
A profound sense of worry couldn’t help but rise in everyone’s hearts.
Back at the scene, Yi Beidou stood with his back to the caras, looking up at Tokyo Tower not far away.
This tower could be called a symbol of Tokyo, or even a symbol of Japan’s Showa era. It was a monunt that had stood from the old age to the present.
Standing here, Yi Beidou could feel the surging Great Trend, a tide ford from the collective will of countless people.
And now, he stood as the adversary and Challenger to this very tide.
Behind him, the old man who looked like a candle in the wind seed faintly connected to this Great Trend.
He was a representative of Japan’s old era.
Yi Beidou slowly turned around, his gaze looking down from his elevated position at the stooped figure of Tanaka Shoukichi, who was slowly walking toward him.
"You’ve chosen the wrong place. This old man has ho-field advantage here."
"You people from Donghua believe in fate and destiny. It seems both great fortune and the Mandate of Heaven are on my side."
Tanaka Shoukichi paid no mind to Yi Beidou’s condescending gaze. A smile spread across his face, bunching the deep wrinkles into a tight knot.
"This is the perfect battlefield. Defeating you all will be good Cultivation."
Yi Beidou’s expression was calm. His tone was pointed, and his gaze swept over various points beyond the square.
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