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"Miyamoto Kazuto, it's been almost twenty years since we last met, hasn't it?"

A burly figure stepped out from the darkness, and it was Feng Wudao.

He, along with Lu Wenrou, Qin Yu, and Yuan Shifei, had already been there for a few minutes. However, Miyamoto Kazuto was busy with something, and to barge in at that moment would have seemed a bit too underhanded.

So they simply waited in the shadows for a while, not expecting that Miyamoto Kazuto would notice them.

"Oh, you participated in the martial arts competition twenty years ago?"

After scrutinizing Feng Wudao, Miyamoto Kazuto sneered, "A group of losers, that's all. What, you think after twenty years you've become capable?"

"Hmph, at that time the experts from our Martial Forest of Hua Country just happened to be in seclusion!"

Feng Wudao snorted coldly, his expression slightly unnatural.

Twenty years ago, there was a martial arts competition between Hua Country and the island nation. Feng Wudao also participated, but basically the entire team from Hua Country was defeated. However, for the sake of pride, they publicly claimed it was a draw.

In reality, the Martial Forest of Hua Country lost miserably.

Since then, Miyamoto Kazuto had made a profound impression on Feng Wudao.

"You people from Hua Country really enjoy deceiving yourselves. If I'm not mistaken, you didn't come here alone, did you? Otherwise, you wouldn't dare to come looking for me alone even if I gave you ten times the courage!"

The tone of Miyamoto Kazuto was utterly arrogant.

"Everyone, come out!"

Feng Wudao cocked his head with a rogue's flair.

In the face of absolute power, verbal sparring was useless. He hoped that Miyamoto Kazuto hadn't broken through to Pill Holding, as even if all of them teamed up, they would not be his match.

"Yo, Qin the bodyguard, I really underestimated you. You actually managed to find help!"

At that moment, Liu Nanyan, dressed neatly, also walked out from the room.

"Not bad, right? The help I sought is based on relationships. Unlike you, who finds help based on what you have at your disposal, it shows that Miyamoto Kazuto isn't that great after all – even the katana wears black!"

Qin Yu curled his lips.

The noise from inside the room was so loud that even a deaf person would have heard it.

"You...."

Qin Yu's mention of "katana" rendered Liu Nanyan momentarily speechless. Her face fluctuated for a moment before she coldly said, "Still so tough with your words when death is at your doorstep!"

"Before we fight, it's really uncertain who the deer will fall to. If we win, throwing you out from the second floor will be too simple. You know Blue Harbor, right? I'll throw you in there to become a tool for the black men to vent, you seem to like that sort of thing anyway!"

Qin Yu shrugged as he spoke.

"Qin, stop being so insolent! You have no idea how powerful Master Miyamoto is!"

Liu Nanyan cursed without any image to uphold, putting too much trust in Miyamoto Kazuto's capabilities, definitely not something Qin Yu's ragtag group could handle.

"Enough!"

Miyamoto Kazuto raised his hand, stopping the verbal fight between Liu Nanyan and Qin Yu, and looked coldly at the people in front of him: "Let's let our hands do the talking instead!"

"Shhlick..."

After speaking, Miyamoto Kazuto drew the two katanas from his waist.

They were completely white and flickering with a cold light, clearly true instruments of killing.

"I'll go first, if it doesn't work out, then we can all join in!"

Feng Wudao said as he took out a chain-like weapon from his bosom.

The nunchaku, a traditional weapon of Hua Country, is very convenient for carrying around.

"Alright, be careful, Senior Feng!"

Lu Wenrou and Qin Yu both nodded.

"Take this!"

Feng Wudao, who had become the Vice Alliance Hierarch of the Southern Martial Alliance, was not one for vain titles. With a flick of his wrist, the seemingly flexible nunchaku became rigid like a sword.

With a move "White Snake Spits Out Its Tongue," he aimed straight for Miyamoto Kazuto's throat.

"Whoosh..."

Miyamoto Kazuto differed from the average Eastern samurai; he wielded dual katanas. Mastering them was definitely much more difficult than handling a single blade.

But the lethality they exhibited was incomparable.

His left katana slashed diagonally, crashing into Feng Wudao's nine-section whip, while his right katana swept across, aiming to slash open Feng Wudao's abdomen.

With just one move, the superior and inferior were distinct.

Being both half a step into Pill Holding, Miyamoto Kazuto was not just a little stronger than Feng Wudao.

"Hmph..."

Feng Wudao grunted, his wrist dropping down as he performed the "Left and Right Draping Red," with his nine-section whip quickly striking at the katana aimed at his stomach.

Clang clang...

A trail of sparks flew up, and Miyamoto Kazuto's katana was vibrated off target.

Meanwhile, Feng Wudao also took the opportunity to retreat several steps, creating distance between himself and Miyamoto Kazuto.

Cold sweat began to dot his forehead; had his response not been quick, his guts would have been spilled by now.

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This was a life-or-death fight, not a martial competition on a stage where carelessness could cost one's life.

"Senior Feng!"

Lu Wenrou and Qin Yu stepped forward, standing behind Feng Wudao, and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

"The gap is too big!"

Feng Wudao said with a wry smile.

In fact, it wasn't that Hua Country's martial arts were inadequate, but rather that national conditions leading to restrictions by those in power against practicing lethal techniques had gradually made the martial arts more performance-oriented.

In the island nation, however, martial spirit was revered. Just as Hua Country has a pharmacy every three steps, they have a martial arts dojo, and so the gap widened bit by bit.

"Come on, no need to waste more time. Let's go together!"

Miyamoto Kazuto waved both hands; two glints of cold light flashed through the air as he spoke with an arrogant expression.

"Then let's go together!"

Feng Wudao nodded and took the lead, rushing toward Miyamoto Kazuto and executing "Sweeping Dragon" aimed at his lower body.

Lu Wenrou, like Qin Yu, wasn't accustomed to using weapons, but her long legs were her best weapon; she kicked at Miyamoto Kazuto's ribs.

Qin Yu's hands turned into claws, employing the "Bone Splitting Claw" directed at Miyamoto Kazuto's arm.

Only Yuan Shifei was slow, drawing a soft sword from his waist and joining the fray last.

"Haha, well done!"

Miyamoto Kazuto's shoulder-length hair fluttered in the night breeze, his dual katanas warding off Qin Yu and the others, preventing them from getting close.

"Wenrou..."

Qin Yu knew that continuing the fight this way, their side was doomed to fail, as the gap in combat strength couldn't be bridged by numbers alone.

He made a hand signal to Lu Wenrou, one often used by special forces, signaling he'd launch a strong attack to break through Miyamoto Kazuto's defense.

"Alright, be careful!"

Lu Wenrou understood and nodded.

"Shoosh..."

Seeing Qin Yu approach again, Miyamoto Kazuto's katana thrust forward with a chilling murderous aura toward his chest.

Qin Yu narrowed his eyes, dodging precariously at the last moment as the katana almost pierced him, and lunged forward, ready to rush into Miyamoto Kazuto's embrace for close combat.

Lu Wenrou promptly cooperated, circling to Miyamoto Kazuto's back, ready to attack him from both front and rear with Qin Yu.

"Ding dang..."

Seeing their coordination, Feng Wudao naturally acted quickly, entangling Miyamoto Kazuto's katana with his nine-section whip and shouted to Yuan Shifei, "Young Master Yuan, the other arm is yours to handle!"@@novelbin@@

"Got it!"

Yuan Shifei flicked his wrist, and the soft sword slashed at Miyamoto Kazuto's arm.