Thinking of Ye Fan's horrific deeds, Yuan Yinglang's vest was completely soaked with cold sweat, and he felt frightened for a while, as if he had walked through the gate of hell.
Even Gen Musashi, the number one person in the world of Japanese swordsmanship, died in the hands of Ye Fan. Even if he practiced for another hundred years, he would probably not be Ye Fan's opponent.
However, after all, Yuan Yinglang was young and vigorous, gritted his teeth and said: "Master, are we just going to let that kid dominate? No matter how strong he is, he can't be stronger than missiles and cannons, right?"
"madness!"
Kurosaki Yuuo had a sullen face, looking like a child who cannot be taught, and said sternly: "Ye Beichen not only killed the sword master, but also bloodbathed the Ise Shrine and killed hundreds of priests!"
These words were like thunder from the sky, exploding in the ears of everyone present.
Minamoto Hidero was dumbfounded, as if there were fish bones stuck in his throat, and could not utter a single word.
If Minamoto Musashi is the strongest swordsman and the limit of mortals, then the great priest of Ise Shrine is the supreme god and the true ruler of the Japanese country. Even the royal family and the cabinet can only look up to him.
Even if he is the young master of Genji, he would not dare to speak ill of the high priest behind his back. It is no different from blasphemy.
Minamoto Hidero never imagined that Ye Fan could escape unscathed after the bloodbath at Ise Shrine.
If he knew that the great priest had become Ye Fan's slave, he would probably faint from fear on the spot!
At this time, Kurosaki Yuuo looked at him with stern eyes and continued: "If you still want to take revenge, I won't stop you, but only in your own name. Don't drag others down!"
"No! I don't dare anymore!"
Gen Hidero quickly shook his head like a rattle, horrified.
Are you kidding me?
Now even if he borrowed ten thousand courages, he would not dare to provoke Mark and wished he could hide far away.
"Why……"
At this time, Kurosaki Yuuo sighed quietly again, thinking of the last request made by Mark just now, and with a bit of sadness in his helplessness, he murmured to himself:
"I originally wanted to take this opportunity to revive the Japanese martial arts, but unexpectedly not only did I fail to succeed, but I will also be embarrassed in front of the whole world. What a shame!"
…
The next day, early in the morning.
Ye Fan and the elite Chinese soldiers gathered in front of the hotel.
Seeing the smashed lobby, the other eight elite soldiers looked confused and didn't know what happened.
Ye Fan did not explain and took them directly to the competition venue in the Black Rock Desert.
The long stretches of yellow sand and vast Gobi desert make people marvel at the uncanny craftsmanship of nature.
Due to the hot climate, with temperatures reaching more than 40 degrees all year round, the Black Rock Desert is inaccessible and has few resources. Even explorers will not visit it, but it is perfect for competitions.
In the hinterland of the desert, even if the situation is turned upside down, it will not have any impact on the outside world.
The group of people used their energy and traveled hundreds of kilometers in the desert before finally arriving at the competition venue.
This is the first Global Martial Arts Conference hosted by the United States. There are more than 100 countries participating, and each country has ten participating places.
At this moment, thousands of warriors, black, white, yellow, Indian... have gathered around the venue.
They have different skin colors and come from different countries, but they all exude a powerful aura. They are all the most powerful people in the world. If you pick one at random, they are all powerful masters.
It is no exaggeration to say that if these thousands of warriors unite and go on a killing spree, they can easily destroy a small country.
Ye Fan closed his eyes and quietly spread out his consciousness, as if he were in the vast starry sky, with more than a thousand stars shining around him, bright or dark.
Most of the stars are almost the same, but a dozen of them are extremely huge, like bright and dazzling stars, shining brightly and exuding an extremely terrifying aura.
These rays of light are symbols of the transformation of spiritual power into substance. From this, it can be seen that their spiritual power is no less powerful than that of the great priest of Ise Shrine.
Several of them seemed to be aware of Ye Fan's prying eyes and were ready to fight back.
But before they took action, Ye Fan's consciousness disappeared without a trace in an instant like the ebbing tide of a wave, leaving no trace.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, an old man in white robes holding a golden scepter in the distance suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were bright and sharp, as if cutting the air in front of him.
"High Priest, what's wrong with you?" Several people nearby came over and asked with concern.
If there are people from the Pyramid Country here, they will be surprised to find that this old man in white robe is the most sacred and noble high priest of the Pyramid Country.
In the Pyramid Kingdom, the priesthood has a long and profound history and is rooted in tradition.
Different from the clergy of Western society, the priests of the Pyramid State do not exist for predictions or maintaining relationships with a certain god. Instead, they are regarded as representatives of the Pharaoh, holding great power and participating in state affairs.
The high priest glanced around, was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "Someone just used his spiritual consciousness to spy on me. As soon as I had murderous intentions, he noticed me without leaving any clues!"
Hearing this, several people around him looked surprised.
In their hearts, the high priest is an invincible existence. Once, an enemy broke into the Pyramid of Khufu and wanted to find the Pharaoh's treasure. However, the high priest just had a thought and killed invisible people, causing enemies ten thousand meters away to die violently.
They never imagined that there would be someone in this world who could make the high priest miserable.
"This global martial arts conference is truly a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. You must not underestimate the enemy!" the high priest said solemnly.
"Yes!" Everyone responded.
…
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Suddenly, there was a sound of thousands of troops galloping in the distance, and the earth shook.
Many warriors in the field subconsciously turned their heads and looked towards the source of the sound. Ten knights appeared in their sights.
These knights are tall and burly, and their whole bodies are covered in dense black iron armor. The armor is engraved with many incomprehensible mysterious totems. Each knight only reveals his eyes, and his appearance cannot be seen clearly. There are hangings hanging from his waist.
Wearing a beautifully shaped Damascus knife.
The Damascus knife is made of Utz steel ingots. The blade is covered with various patterns, which are like moving clouds and running water. It is very beautiful. This unique pattern looks beautiful, but it is actually composed of countless small serrations that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. It is amazingly powerful and can be used at will.
A single strike can cause fatal damage to the enemy.
But what was really shocking was the war horse they sat on.
Those ten war horses are all the purest Arabian horses. They have beautiful shapes, light and handsome heads, and pure white hair without any flaws. The proportions of bones and muscles on their bodies are perfect, as if they were made by the golden section, like a horse.
A perfect piece of art.
However, their hooves showed a flaming red light, and they rushed all the way, like a beacon setting the prairie fire, and their horses were extraordinary.
The ten cavalry charged forward with overwhelming fighting spirit and extraordinary might. They were like thousands of troops sweeping in, making one's breath suffocate.
The air seemed to be filled with a strong chilling atmosphere.
If ordinary people were here, they would probably tremble with fear and collapse to the ground.
Seeing this scene, Xie Jinyuan's face was extremely solemn and he said in a deep voice: "I really didn't expect that the oil country would be so generous and send out the Knights of the God of War!"
"Knights of the God of War?" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Colonel Xie, what is that?"
"General Ye, this is the ultimate force of the oil country. Its history can be traced back hundreds of years. It is the trump card in the hands of the king of the oil country. It will never be used easily! These war horses are also called 'Fire Wind', and their bodies are like gold.
Like water, invulnerable!
When running at full strength, the red horse's hooves rub violently against the ground. The speed is so fast that it can even heat the wind to 100 degrees, and the surrounding vegetation is ignited! The power of the warrior when charging on horseback is equivalent to that of the Huangjing Grandmaster.
A full blow, unstoppable!"
Hearing these words, Ye Fan was quite surprised. He didn't expect that there were unknown elite troops in the oil country.
In a sense, these knights mainly rely on the strength of their mounts. If they dismount, their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.
But the biggest rule in this martial arts tournament is that there are no rules.
The American super soldiers are all equipped with individual nuclear weapons. In comparison, the war horses of the oil country knights are nothing.