"This guy, if he wasnât going to show up, he shouldnât have made those big claims yesterday. Now look, not appearing at the crucial moment only tarnishes Huaxiaâs reputation even more. It seems I indeed didnât see him wrong."
Cao Jianjia, with a cold expression, harrumphed, her eyes filled with dissatisfaction and indignation towards Ye Luo.
"I believe the boss will definitely come back."
Hou Jingwu spoke calmly.
"Humph, itâs been so long. If he wanted to show up, he would have done so already. I think heâs just afraid of dying, playing the coward like a shrinking turtle, letting these people from the Island Country mock us at will."
"No, we absolutely cannot lose face for Huaxia like this. I need to meet this Young Master of Beichen Ittoryu and see just how powerful he really is."
As Cao Jianjia spoke, she wanted to rush onto the stage, but was blocked by Hou Jingwu.
"What are you doing?"
Cao Jianjia glared at Hou Jingwu.
"Youâre not his match, his strength has already reached the Hua Yuan Realm; you going up would be useless."
Hou Jingwu looked at Cao Jianjia and said.
"Then you go up. You wouldnât also chicken out like your boss, would you?"
"Iâm already over twenty-five years old. According to both partiesâ agreement, I canât go."
Hou Jingwu spoke helplessly. If it wasnât for his age being over twenty-five, he would have long faced the Young Master of Beichen Ittoryu to demonstrate his power.
But since his age was already over twenty-five, even if he went up and won, it would not bring honor; it was better not to go. Moreover, he believed that Ye Luo would definitely show up.
From his brief interactions with Ye Luo, he was clearly not the type to be timorous and fear the battlefield. Since he had dared to issue a challenge yesterday, he would surely come. His absence now might just be due to some delays.
Actually, the reason Ye Luo had not come was solely because he had lost track of time cultivating the "Soul Control" technique, forgetting about todayâs challenge entirely until it was past nine oâclock.
Meanwhile, at the stage in the square, Bei Chenfeng sat with his legs crossed, his features calm, eyes closed, resembling a highly achieved sage.
Just as the disciples of Beichen Ittoryu continued to mock Huaxia using Ye Luo, a cold and clear voice suddenly thundered through the air.
"Our great Huaxia is not for a tiny country like yours to insult!"
With the rise of this icy shout, a dazzling sword light surged towards the group of Beichen Ittoryu disciples like a shooting star.
Feeling the power of the sword light, the mocking disciples of Beichen Ittoryu suddenly changed their expressions. The power of this sword had reached the Hua Yuan Realm.
They were only at the Saint Realm and couldnât resist at all, fear filling their eyes as they stood frozen.
Swish!
However, at that moment, Bei Chenfeng, who was sitting on the stage with his eyes closed, swung out his katana, sending out a plain sword light that immediately collided with the sword light, releasing a booming sound as the force spread, flipping the disciples from Beichen Ittoryu onto the ground, luckily saving their lives. Otherwise, under that sword, they would have been finished.
Just then, a figure in purple gracefully leapt into the air, fluttering like a butterfly from among the crowd onto the stage, her posture elegant.
This figure in purple had delicate features, her forehead radiant and clear, her eyebrows like crescent moons, her eyes bright as stars, her nose high-set, her lips tender and rosy, her face flawless, and her figure curvaceous.
Her hair, like a waterfall, was tied with a purple band, matched with a mysteriously sexy purple dress, giving off a distinct charm.
With the heroic charisma about her, she was like a heroine from the martial world, drawing the gaze of numerous men.
"Isnât that Ji Ziling, the Ji Familyâs Young Miss? Who would have thought that even she would come?"
Hou Jingwu looked at the woman in purple on the platform, expressing his surprise.
This woman in purple was none other than the Young Miss of the Ji Family from the established clan in the Capital City, guardians of the Divine Sword.
"Our Huaxia has a long-lasting heritage, and we wonât allow you folks from the Island Country to strut around here. Let me see just how formidable you, the Young Master of Beichen Ittoryu, are today. Make your move!"
Ji Ziling, clutching a three-foot longsword, coldly shouted at Bei Chenfeng.
"I donât like fighting with women!"
Bei Chenfeng opened his eyes and said indifferently to Ji Ziling.
"If you wonât make a move, then donât blame me."
Ji Ziling coldly shouted, her body flickered into an afterimage as she charged towards Bei Chenfeng, swinging her sword at his head without mercy, directly aiming for his vital spots.
Confronted with Ji Zilingâs lethal strike, Bei Chenfeng merely sat there, his expression indifferent, displaying neither resistance nor attempts to dodge, as if he was waiting for death.
Seeing this, the crowd on site couldnât understand what he meant. Was he intending to get killed? Even the disciples of Beichen Ittoryu who saw this scene couldnât help but show concern and began to remind him aloud.
Even Ji Ziling was puzzled by Bei Chenfengâs action, but she did not hold back, still slashing at his head with her sword.
Clangâ
Just as Ji Zilingâs sword was about to cleave Bei Chenfengâs head, a flash of cold light appeared and collided with Ji Zilingâs longsword, sparking a burst of sparks in an instant.
Unbeknownst when, Bei Chenfeng held a katana in his right hand above his head, blocking Ji Zilingâs strike, causing her to narrow her eyes slightly, her expression turning solemn.
"What a fast blade!"
From afar, Gunblade, witnessing the scene, showed a hint of astonishment in his eyes.
"This Bei Chenfeng seems to be very strong. I wonder if the Ji Family girl can withstand him. Itâs just that Ye Luo hasnât shown up yet. Maybe heâs not coming after all,"
Zhan Lang smirked and turned to Gunblade, "Should I go find him personally?"
"No need, he who is supposed to come will come," Gunblade shook his head and turned his gaze back to the platform.
At that moment, Ji Ziling, upon seeing Bei Chenfengâs movement, also displayed a trace of surprise in her eyes. With a twist of her blade, a terrifying current of True Yuan burst forth, unleashing the strength of the first level of the Hua Yuan Realm.
Bang!
With a casual swing of his blade, Bei Chenfeng repelled Ji Ziling, leaped up, and harshly slashed out once more.
A bright and radiant blade light tore through the air towards Ji Ziling, who parried with her longsword, blocking Bei Chenfengâs strike.
Thud, thud, thud!
Catching Bei Chenfengâs strike, Ji Ziling was forced back several steps, her eyes sparkling as she intensely watched Bei Chenfeng, her body surrounded by a powerful stream of True Yuan, her longsword beginning to emit a dazzling light.
Boom!
A terrifying aura exploded from Ji Ziling, the powerful current of True Yuan transformed into a fierce energy scattering in all directions, an absolute pressure descending and enveloping everything around.