Chapter 609 - I, Ye, Accept The Battle!
Chapter 609: I, Ye, Accept The Battle!
At the same time on Mount Fuji, the sun peeked from the clouds and shone down on the ground, including the peak of Mount Fuji!
The wind stopped, and the snow started to melt. The temperature slowly went up.
However, Sword Saint Yagyu Aida felt a bone-piercing chill inside of him. He knelt on one knee and stared blankly at the young man and woman walking further and further down the mountain. The shock on his face remained for a long time.
He had lost!
He had lost completely!
He, the Japanese Sword Saint, who was using one of the three divine weapons of Japan, the Heavenly Sword of Gathering Clouds, lost to a Chinese young man!
The young man had broken his sword technique with just a cherry blossom branch, his Sword Heart, and even his confidence in Sword Dao!
“You don’t understand swords, much less using a sword!”
He would never forget what the young man said before he left!
At this moment, his head of silver hair had turned white, and many wrinkles had appeared on his face. It was as if he had instantly aged several decades.
“That’s right. I don’t know anything about swords, and I’m even less worthy of using a sword!”
He knelt in the snow and mumbled to himself. He looked like he was crying and laughing. He did not look like the only Sword Saint in Japan.
Yagyu Shingen could not hide the shock on his face.
He had received guidance from Yagyu Aida since he was young, but after the young man appeared, he was instantly thrown into the snow. If not for the fact that the young man did not bother to kill him, he would have been beheaded long ago.
“Who was that young man and woman?”
He looked at the young man and woman’s disappearing figures in a daze. His expression kept changing, “China, it’s China again. I thought that Mad Southern Ye was already impressive enough. I didn’t expect these two to appear!”
At this moment, Yagyu Aida slowly stood up, picked up the Heavenly Sword of Gathering Clouds in his hand, and slowly walked to the peak of the snow. As if he had lost his soul, he said, “I’ve hidden my sword for decades, but in the end, I realized that I don’t know what a sword is!”
“Father, you…” Yagyu Shingen’s expression changed slightly.
It was as if Yagyu Aida did not hear him. Instead, he looked down the mountain in disappointment and frustration, “The sword is the heart, the soul, the person, and the weapon. The sword follows one’s nature. I get it, I get it now…”
Under Yagyu Shingen’s shocked gaze, a blinding sword ray suddenly bloomed from his father’s body. The sword ray expanded in the wind and transformed into a huge sword that was faintly discernible in his father’s body.
At this moment, Yagyu Aida was both a human and a sword in his eyes. He could not tell whether he was a human or a sword!
“Hahaha!”
An extremely hearty laugh came from Yagyu Aida’s mouth, and the sword glow on his body vanished along with it, “The price I paid for hiding my sword for 50 years was to hide my comprehension of the sword for 50 years as well. I restrained myself. What a joke!”
After saying that, he slowly picked up the Heavenly Sword of Gathering Clouds in his hand and threw it off the ice cliff high up, “I no longer want this sword!”
“Father, what…” Yagyu Shingen was shocked.
That was one of the three divine weapons of Japan, the Heavenly Sword of Gathering Clouds. Back then, it had caused a bloodbath and was regarded as a treasure by his father. Now, his father got rid of it.
“I want to thank that young man!
He’s the one who caused me to suffer a setback, and that’s how I suddenly realized it!”
Yagyu Aida stepped forward and flew to the peak of the snow. He stood still like a sharp sword that pierced through the clouds, “Send my order to invite the China No.1, Mr. Mad Southern Ye, to fight here in three days!”
…
Halfway up Mount Fuji, Luo Yao and Tang Jianfeng walked side by side.
Luo Yao stopped in her tracks and suddenly looked up at the mountain peak. She licked the ice-cream in her hand and complained, “Damn it, Fengfeng, look at what you’ve done!”
“A mistake, it was purely a mistake!”
Tang Jianfeng was taken aback as well. He forced a smile, “I didn’t know that he could rebuild himself after being defeated by me. This shows that he is indeed the Sword Saint of Japan. His talent and comprehension are extraordinary!”
He said cautiously, “Should I go back and kill him now?”
“Forget it, forget it!”
Luo Yao rolled her eyes at him and cringed her delicate nose, “I’ve already said that he’s Mad Southern Ye’s opponent. If you kill him, who will Mad Southern Ye kill? Moreover, I want to see if Mad Southern Ye is really as powerful as the rumors say!”
As they were talking, a young man jumped out of the forest. He knelt before Luo Yao on one knee and said respectfully, “Young mistress, I’ve just received news that Mad Southern Ye has killed his way into the Yamaguchi Group to save hundreds of Chinese cultivators!”
“Interesting!
I thought he didn’t live up to his name, but now my impression of him has changed!”
Luo Yao’s eyes lit up when she heard that. She could not help but look at Tang Jianfeng, “Xiaofeng, why don’t we meet this Mad Southern Ye?”
“Forget it!”
Tang Jianfeng looked down the mountain with admiration in his eyes, “Regardless of whether he is as powerful as the rumors say, he’s a responsible man. He’s worthy of being called a Chinese citizen.
I’m looking forward to meeting him!”
At this point, he shook his head slightly, “However, he doesn’t deserve it now. Unless he defeats Yagyu Aida, he doesn’t deserve to meet me.”
…
At the Yamaguchi Group headquarters, after the 14 Martial Dao masters were killed by Ye Chen, all the forces in the Yamaguchi Group were destroyed at that moment. Only a few ordinary people survived.
However, the killing intent inside of Ye Chen’s disappeared as well. He turned around and said to Meng Zixiang and the rest who were stunned by the side, “Since I said I’ll destroy the Yamaguchi Group, I’ll definitely do as I said. Everyone, kill!”
“Kill!”
Meng Zixiang and the rest were a little hesitant at first, but after thinking about what happened to them and the death of Song Zhifeng, they gritted their teeth and rushed towards the remaining members of the Yamaguchi Group.
With a series of screams, other than Yamaguchi Aoki, there was not a single member left.
Ye Chen did not think that he had done anything wrong!
Not only did the Yamaguchi Group offend him, they were an illegal organization and their members were vicious Japanese. So what if he killed them?
When it was Yamaguchi Aoki’s turn, he looked at the Yamaguchi Group’s hundred years of hard work that had been wasted. He smiled sadly and said, “Mad Southern Ye, I know I’m dead for sure. My only request is, can you give me a quick death?”
“Sure!”
Ye Chen flicked his finger and a blast of energy pierced his forehead. Following the death of Yamaguchi Aoki, the Yamaguchi Group that represented the world was officially eliminated!
At that moment, a young man walked in from outside. He looked at the mess at the scene and said to Ye Chen, “Are you Mad Southern Ye?”
Ye Chen remained silent!
“I’m a member of the Yagyu family. I’m here on the orders of the family head to inform you that three days later, Sword Saint Yagyu Aida invites you to fight at the peak of Mount Fuji!”
The man seemed to be trembling in fear under Ye Chen’s gaze. He lacked confidence, “As long as you win, we’ll release the rest of the Chinese cultivators who have been imprisoned. We’ll even apologize to you publicly!”
“I, Ye, accept the battle!”
Ye Chen spoke slowly with an extremely cold voice, “I, Ye Chen will definitely head to the peak of Mount Fuji in three days. Go back and tell everyone in the Yagyu family that I don’t need an apology. I’ll definitely kill Yagyu Aida, and I’ll definitely destroy the Yagyu family as well!”