Chapter 678: Chapter 0596: Shangchuan Duantian
"But your open challenge to my Japan Martial Arts World is truly unacceptable. As a Japanese, I must defend the honor of Japan’s martial arts world!"
Ye Qingfeng grinned, disdainfully saying, "Challenge your Japan Martial Arts World? What a joke!"
"Your so-called First Ninja stole HuaXia’s Supreme Treasure and claimed no one in HuaXia could match him. I’m here to see what skills he really has!"
"Unfortunately, he isn’t qualified!"
Ye Qingfeng looked at the old man with a playful smile, "Old fellow, maybe fighting you could be interesting!"
The old man glanced at Shangchuan Duan Shui and said indifferently, "The Shangchuan Family’s face has almost been completely lost by you!"
Shangchuan Duan Shui’s eyes shone with strong resentment, but he couldn’t refute a single word from the old man.
Since he was born into the Shangchuan Family, he had always wanted the old man’s approval. Yet even after reaching the Peak Battle King realm, he still received no praise from the old man.
Ye Qingfeng remained unfazed, handling it with ease, but below him, the three of Long, Hu, and Bao trembled slightly.
Looking at the old man’s attire and his cold remarks towards Shangchuan Duan Shui, they almost instantly thought of a person "Dragon King" once mentioned.
"The previous head of the Shangchuan Family, Shangchuan Duantian, ranked fortieth on the War God List?"
Bao’s exclamation wasn’t small, and Ye Qingfeng heard it clearly.
He looked at the old man in front with interest, laughing, "Oh? You are ranked fortieth on the War God List?"
The old man’s gaze was indifferent as he nodded slightly, "I, Shangchuan Duantian, ranked fortieth!"
Long’s eyes were sharp, and he exclaimed in shock, "How is that possible? The fortieth Duantian hasn’t appeared in decades; there were even rumors that he had died, yet he appears here?"
"This is bad, Ye Jiujie is ranked forty-fifth on the War God List. This fortieth-ranked Duantian had the strength to battle against the Dragon King back then, although he lost to the Dragon King, which speaks of his terrifying prowess!"
Hu nodded slightly, "Shangchuan Duantian is known as the Showa Sword Saint, capable of splitting wide rivers with a single strike, sweeping through Japan’s martial arts world for decades without suffering a single defeat, truly an unparalleled overlord of Japan’s martial arts world. Though Ye Jiujie is young and undefeated in combat, fighting this old monster may not result in success!"
Even Bao, who had utmost admiration for Ye Jiujie, felt her heart skip a beat. In the face of this old monster-level War Emperor expert, ranked fortieth on the War God List, her confidence in Ye Jiujie began to waver.
Despite everyone’s concerns, Ye Qingfeng brushed them off without a care. He gently shook his head, eyes filled with immense fighting spirit.
"Fortieth?"
"Very well, I was just worried about where to find you old fellas to fight, now you’ve saved me a lot of trouble!"
Ye Qingfeng stepped forward, his aura suddenly burst forth, and in the sky, with him as the center, nine-colored light spread out into the sky, criss-crossing with unmatched momentum sweeping the ground below, pressing it down half a foot further.
Shangchuan Duantian’s eyes narrowed, harboring no trace of contempt in his heart.
With a single gesture, the top of a mountain behind him abruptly cracked, and a stream of light descended from the sky, landing in his hand.
It was a crescent moon curved saber with a crystalline body, its blade extremely thin and flowing with light, but the blade was very wide, nearly the width of a palm, exuding a chilling aura.
As Shangchuan Duantian held this saber, his aura dramatically changed, like an unyielding sharp blade piercing the sky.
"One of Japan’s four supreme great swords, White Blade Day?"
Long had once seen Japanese weaponry and among them, the most legendary were the four supreme great swords, and now, Shangchuan Duantian held one of them in his hand.
It was said that in those days, Shangchuan Duantian had used this saber to cut down countless heroes, dominating Japan, with no one daring to challenge him.
"Ye Jiujie, today, I shall strike you down with this saber!"
Shangchuan Duantian swept his saber, instantly cutting out a bottomless trench on the ground below.
"Oh, really?"
Ye Qingfeng loosened his neck, a continual smile in his eyes.
"There is no one in this world who can kill me!"
In the next moment, he slapped out a palm, shaking the heavens and earth, a gigantic handprint flashed across the sky.
Shangchuan Duantian’s eyes remained indifferent, gripping the saber with a single hand, lightly waving it as the handprint approached.
"Swish!"
No trace of sword qi, no sign of fierce power.
The handprint unleashed by Ye Qingfeng disintegrated in an instant, completely severed by an invisible force.
Ye Qingfeng’s expression held a trace of surprise. Shangchuan Duantian’s strength was undoubtedly several levels higher than Shangchuan Duan Shui’s.
Perhaps he was already half a step into the War Emperor realm.
"Very good, today, let me see if you, ranked fortieth, can defeat me, ranked forty-fifth?"
"Whoosh!"
As Ye Qingfeng’s words fell, he had already shot forward.
His single hand whipped out like a vine, bringing along a fierce gust of wind. Shangchuan Duantian’s steps lightly shifted, not using White Blade, only defending with his hands.
Their arms connected, spiritual power surged in the air, Shangchuan Duantian’s expression slightly changed, stepping down into the void.
Every step left a power blast exploding, channeling all his spiritual power to his soles. Yet even so, he retreated two steps.
Ye Qingfeng spun in mid-air, closing in once more, launching spiritual power recklessly, engaging in a close, aggressive confrontation.
His punches were relentless and fierce, like heavy artillery, Shangchuan Duantian remained calm, both hands continued to wave, White Blade in hand crossing or blocking, each time accurately intercepting Ye Qingfeng’s fist power.
Their clash of figures intermixed with afterimages, the only sound was the constant burst of spiritual power and flashing lights, trees below splintered and shattered, wood debris scattered.
Shangchuan Duan Shui clenched his fists, ready to strike, but remembering Shangchuan Duantian’s indifferent and disdainful eyes, he trembled, forcing down the impulse.
Shangchuan Duantian shifted his steps continuously in the air, trying to distance himself from Ye Qingfeng, but Ye Qingfeng persistently shadowed him, sticking close, using his physical body and robust spiritual energy for a direct collision, temporarily unable to employ his sword skills.
"Hmph!"
Just as Ye Qingfeng swept in with a kick, Shangchuan Duantian’s body suddenly surged with a black fog, and Ye Qingfeng’s kick hit the fog, spiritual power piercing through, causing a distant small hill to crumble.
"Hmm?"
Though he hit the black fog, Ye Qingfeng’s eyes narrowed slightly; he could feel no resistance from his kick, the black fog dissipating like smoke.
"River Splitting Slash!"
A cold, aged voice sounded from afar, and a sword light flashed. Ye Qingfeng quickly turned his head, throwing out a punch.
"Crack!"
Ye Qingfeng’s fierce punch emitted spiritual power, but the sword light remained unwavering, without a hint of shattering.
Under Ye Qingfeng’s fist power, the sword qi bowed like a bowstring before suddenly tautening, a great power surged forth.
Ye Qingfeng’s expression shifted slightly, his form uncontrollably swept down by the overwhelming spiritual power.
"Bang!"
His feet landed on the ground, the earth behind split open, shattered into countless fragments, and not only that, his form slid back, feet carving two deep grooves into the ground, stretching dozens of feet before stopping.
(Apologies, due to an issue on the writer’s backend, the first seven Chapters were mixed up. They have been corrected. You can reread them without using book coins.)
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