Looking at the devastated and ruined lobby, Yuan Yinglang's face was ashen, as if his parents were dead.
Originally, when he came to participate in the martial arts competition on behalf of Japan, Minamoto Hidero was preparing to make a name for himself, but now, his mood seemed to be on a roller coaster, falling from the top of the sky to the abyss.
Not only will his martial arts be abolished, but when he returns to the family, even the identity of the heir will not be preserved...
For a moment, Yuan Hidero felt that he was the most miserable person in the world.
If an annual competition was held, he would probably win the championship with an overwhelming advantage.
At this time, Kurosaki Yufu walked up to Ye Fan respectfully and asked cautiously: "Sir Beichen, I have done what you asked for, are you satisfied?"
Ye Fan glanced at him coldly and said: "It's okay! But this is just the first step. Next, we will renovate the lobby and then smash it to pieces. Repeat this three times!"&1t;i>&1t;/i
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"As ordered! Don't worry, I will send someone to find the construction team right away. I will definitely not dare to neglect anything!" Isamu Kurosaki nodded and bowed, his groveling look was like an ancient eunuch meeting the emperor.
"That's right!" Kurosaki Yufu suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and asked again: "Sir Beichen, you just said you have three requests, what is the last one?"
Hearing this, Ye Fan revealed a mysterious smile and said, "Tomorrow, you are going to attend the Global Martial Arts Conference! As long as you..."
Suddenly, Ye Fan waved his hand and built an invisible barrier around himself and Kurosaki Yuuo, as if they were isolated from the surrounding world, and people nearby could not hear his voice at all.
After a few seconds, Ye Fan removed the barrier again.
As for Kurosaki Yuuo, he seemed to have heard something unbelievable and was dumbfounded. A very complicated expression appeared on his face, including shock, horror, anger, and aggrieved...&1t;i>&1t;/i>
Seeing his expression, everyone around him became even more curious, wondering what Ye Fan actually said.
You know, Kurosaki Yuuo is nearly 100 years old, and he has never seen any big storms. It is really rare for him to be surprised to this extent.
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It took more than half a minute before Kurosaki Yufu came back to his senses, looked at Ye Fan and said tremblingly: "Bei... Lord Beichen, are you kidding?"
"Humph!" Ye Fan sneered, a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and said: "Do I look like I'm joking?"
When Kurosaki Yuuo heard this, the hairs all over his body stood up, as if there was a huge mountain pressing on his chest, which was so oppressive that he was about to suffocate.
There is a strong murderous intent between the lines in Ye Fan's words.
He knew that if he refused, not only himself, but also all the samurai of the Japanese delegation would most likely be bloodied on the spot and die.&1t;i>&1t;/i>
But this last condition is too harsh. If he accepts it, he will become a big sinner of the entire Japanese country and will not even have the shame to return to the country.
Kurosaki Yuuo's face turned green and white in turns, as if he was caught in a battle between heaven and man.
"Pfft!"
Suddenly, Kurosaki Yuuo's energy and blood surged, his throat rolled, and he spit out a large mouthful of blood due to stagnation. His breath became weak, as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant.
Seeing this scene, the surrounding Japanese warriors were all dumbfounded. They never expected that a great swordsman would be in such a mess.
"Master Kurosaki, what's wrong with you?" someone asked with concern.
Kurosaki Yufu waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, then turned to look at Mark, holding back the humiliation and said: "Your request...I...I agree!"
It was a simple sentence, but it was extremely difficult for him to say it, as if every word was as heavy as a stone.&1t;i>&1t;/i>
"You made the most correct choice, then let's meet tomorrow!"
After saying that, Ye Fan turned around and left, walking into the elevator, followed closely by Tang Long.
Inside the elevator.
Because of the extreme excitement, a blush appeared on Tang Long's face, and he looked at Mark with admiration.
Everything that happened just now made him feel like he was living in a dream, and he couldn't even believe it was real.
He could not imagine that the arrogant Japanese swordsman Kurosaki Yufu would be so humble after meeting Ye Fan, just like a mouse meeting a cat, simply sinking into the dust.
In Tang Long's view, even if Xiang Pojun, the leader of the Eastern Divine Sword, takes action, it is impossible to have such an effect.
But it happened that this thing really happened, right in front of his eyes.
Tang Long also noticed a detail. Kurosaki Yufu called Ye Fan "Lord Beichen", but he didn't know the meaning of it.&1t;i>&1t;/i>
Although Ye Beichen's name is resounding throughout East Asia, those who are qualified to know about it are the big guys at the top of the pyramid.
Even though Tang Long was a warrior of the Eastern Divine Sword, his level was still too low to have access to that kind of secret.
On the other hand, he is also very politically sensitive and dare not inquire about Ye Fan's identity without authorization.
However, he still couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked: "General Ye, what is your last request that can make Kurosaki Yufu so aggrieved that he vomits blood?"
"Haha..." Ye Fan smiled slightly and said: "Let's give it a try first, you will know tomorrow! Then, please watch a big show!"
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At the same time, only Kurosaki Yufu, Minamoto Hidero and a few Japanese warriors were left in the lobby.
Minamoto Hidero suffered a double physical and mental blow. His face was pale and bloodless. He looked at Kurosaki Yuuo and said reluctantly: "Master, are you an old fool? You actually surrendered to a Chinese boy! If this matter spreads out,
, our Japanese country has lost all face!"&1t;i>&1t;/i>
"Baga! Idiot!" Kurosaki Yuuo roared angrily: "Traitor, if you didn't surrender just now, not only you, but even me would have been a corpse!"
"How can this be?!"
Yuan Yinglang looked incredulous and exclaimed: "Master, you are a great swordsman who stands at the top of martial arts. Apart from the super warriors of the United States and the top few strong men in various countries, who can kill you?"
"snort!"
Kurosaki Yufu sneered, then lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Do you know who that person was just now?"
As soon as this statement came out, it immediately aroused the curiosity of all Japanese warriors.
But Yuan Yinglang still looked unconvinced and said: "He is just a young boy. Even if he is a member of the Chinese delegation, is he more powerful than you?"&1t;i>&1t;/i>
"His name is Ye Beichen!" Kurosaki Yuuo said firmly.
"Ye Beichen?" Yuan Yinglang was stunned and frowned, as if he had heard this name somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
At this time, Kurosaki Yuuo continued: "A few months ago, he cut off a destroyer with one sword on the East China Sea! Not long ago, he came to our country and destroyed more than a dozen martial arts schools in one day.
One sword triggered a tsunami and killed the sword master Gen Musashi on the top of Mount Fuji. The entire Japanese martial arts world was also trampled under his feet!"
"boom!"
These words were like a huge stone smashing into the calm water, causing thousands of waves and causing an uproar in the venue.
"hiss!"
Several Japanese warriors couldn't help but suck in the cold air, and their whole bodies were shaken violently. As if they were shocked by electricity, a chill surged from the soles of their feet to the Tianling Cap, as if it was going to freeze their blood and souls.
And Yuan Yinglang was even more horrified, his face was full of fear, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets, he stammered: "He...he is the Chinese God of Death?!"
The sword master Minamoto Musashi was born in the Seiwa Genji family. In terms of seniority, he was also the great-uncle of Minamoto Hidero.
Over the years, Genji has also received a lot of credit from Minamoto Musashi.
Not long ago, after Minamoto Musashi died in battle, the Minamoto family mourned and blocked news. They classified the peak showdown on Mount Fuji as a taboo and strictly prohibited family members from talking about it.
However, Minamoto Hidero still learned through the grapevine that Minamoto Musashi was killed by a young man from China.
Because countless strong men from the Japanese country were killed by Ye Beichen, the Japanese martial arts community gave Ye Beichen another nickname——
The Chinese God of Killing!
Throughout the ages, there have been only a handful of people who can be called the "god of murder."
The most famous one is undoubtedly Bai Qi, a famous general during the Warring States Period. In the Battle of Changping, Bai Qi, as the commander-in-chief, killed all 400,000 Zhao soldiers, which shocked the whole world.
Today is a peaceful era, so there will not be such large-scale casualties, but Ye Fan's countless feats in the Japanese country can definitely be worthy of the term "Killing God".
Yuan Yinglang never expected that he would meet the legendary Chinese God of Death!