"You actually dare to block our way. Do you think you can stop us? You’re truly digging your own grave!" The middle-aged man wielded a dagger and walked towards Jing Yun with a sinister grin on his face.
Jing Yun had his hands in his pockets, a burning cigarette dangling from his mouth. His steps were steady, giving the impression of a carefree stroll.
His gaze was exceptionally profound, carrying a biting chill, "This is the land of Huaxia. Do you think you can co and go as you please?"
The middle-aged man laughed with disdain, "Does it make a difference? We co and go on this land whenever we want."
Jing Yun retorted with disdain, "A hundred years ago, you were defeated and retreated like dogs with their tails between their legs. Just days ago, your Wa Country’s Eight-Forked Serpent was killed on our Huaxia soil. How do you have the face to say you can co and go at will?"
"Baka!"
The middle-aged man flew into a rage. The defeat a hundred years ago was a national humiliation for them.
The recent death of the Eight-Forked Serpent was also a disgrace to Wa Country’s cultivation realm.
Jing Yun’s words were like uncovering two scars in his heart, unbearable for him.
With an angry roar, the middle-aged man suddenly sprinted like a hunting leopard, instantly appearing in front of Jing Yun. The dagger in his hand emitted a cold gleam, like a snake’s tongue, sending a chill down one’s spine.
"Go to hell!"
The middle-aged man released a strong killing intent.
But just at that mont.
Jing Yun launched a kick.
Thud!
The middle-aged man spat blood, his body flying backward as if hit by a heavy truck, crashing accurately onto the car Koizumi Mamoru was in, shattering the windshield to pieces.
He twitched twice and then stopped breathing.
"This is a master fighter!"
Koizumi Mamoru’s eyes were grave. He imdiately pushed open the car door and, with two experts and a driver, appeared on the road.
He stood there silently, waving his hand to the people beside him.
"Die!"
Three middle-aged n roared as they charged at Jing Yun, intending to kill him to avenge their companion.
Jing Yun calmly watched the three approach rapidly, a trace of disdain on his face.
Thud!
He spat the cigarette butt from his mouth.
The burning butt left a red afterimage in the air, like a bullet, successfully hitting a middle-aged man’s forehead.
The terrifying force knocked him to the ground, causing him to moan in pain. Though still alive, he had lost the strength to fight.
anwhile.
Jing Yun charged at the other two n. Even though he was unard, his montum was astonishing. The mont he brushed past them, he punched hard at both of their chests.
In an instant.
The three Wa Country fighters were either dead or severely injured. Though they weren’t weak, they were no match for a grandmaster-level expert.
"I underestimated you!" Koizumi Mamoru’s eyes beca serious. He didn’t expect Jing Yun to be so strong at a young age.
Jing Yun asked calmly, "Aren’t people from your country always short-sighted and self-righteous?"
"You’re courting death!" Koizumi Mamoru was infuriated. He drew the short blade at his waist with a shout and charged nacingly at Jing Yun.
"Just trash!" Jing Yun was filled with disdain. Instead of retreating, he advanced. As Koizumi Mamoru’s short blade was still in mid-air, his fist landed on the opponent’s throat.
The punch was as fast as lightning.
The punch was imnsely powerful.
By the ti Koizumi Mamoru realized the danger, it was too late to respond.
He only felt a violent impact on his throat, then the sharp sound of breaking filled his ears, and his vision distorted.
Then...
His consciousness gradually faded.
"Don’t kill , don’t kill , I’m just the driver, not from Wa Country!" The truck driver behind jumped down in a panic, begging Jing Yun repeatedly.
"Scram!" Jing Yun didn’t harm his compatriot and, after the driver left, drove the truck off the road himself.
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Wa Country.
Xu Wendong, along with Pingliang Xiangzhi and nurous disciples from the Yamato Kendo Hall, arrived at Tokyo International Airport in a convoy of Audi cars.
Not long after they arrived, Koizumi Oda led mbers of the Koizumi Family, also arriving in impressive rcedes S-Class cars.
Pingliang Xiangzhi sat quietly in the car, feelings of unease bubbling within her as there were less than ten minutes until two in the morning.
Even if you let the bullet fly for a while, this was the most critical ti.
If the Koizumi Family really brought back her father’s body, she wouldn’t know how to handle it.
Though the disciples of the martial arts hall said they’d snatch back their master’s body, she knew such an act would invite devastating repression.
After all, he was a prospective senator!
Even if just a prospective senator, in the eyes of the common people, was an insurmountable mountain.
Just then.
A young man approached, knocking on the car window, and when Pingliang Xiangzhi rolled it down, he respectfully said, "Dojo Master, Koizumi Oda wants to have a word with you."
Pingliang Xiangzhi looked at Xu Wendong, seemingly seeking his opinion.
Xu Wendong gave a doting smile, "If you don’t want to see him, then don’t. If you do, I’ll go with you."
"Let’s go see him then!" Pingliang Xiangzhi sighed lightly and, under the guidance of the young man, approached a black, bulletproof caravan.
"Miss Kaori, you can go up. He cannot!" mbers of the Koizumi Family blocked Xu Wendong.
This was a asure of safety.
Given Koizumi Oda’s standing as a prospective senator, he held a certain influential status in Wa Country, and his safety couldn’t be overlooked.
Pingliang Xiangzhi said, "If Mr. Yanagida cannot accompany , then there’s no point in getting on this vehicle."
Despite her gentle nature, she beca exceptionally assertive when Xu Wendong was involved.
At that mont.
A loud voice ca from the car, "Let them co up!"
The man blocking Xu Wendong imdiately stepped aside and made an inviting gesture.
Xu Wendong followed Pingliang Xiangzhi onto the caravan. The vehicle was spacious. Aside from a middle-aged man sitting in an executive chair, a burly man in a suit and sunglasses was also present.
It was clear that the middle-aged man was Koizumi Oda.
He looked to be in his fifties, slender, possibly due to the imnse work pressure, with a head of gray hair that made him appear sowhat haggard.
Koizumi Oda gave a faint smile, "Miss Kaori, what have you thought about my previous proposal? If you’re willing to beco my goddaughter, I’ll have Mr. Yano’s body transported directly back to your Yamato Kendo Hall."
Pingliang Xiangzhi clenched her fists, trying hard to suppress the anger in her heart, "What if I’m unwilling?"
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