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The man's fighting spirit surged like the mighty river, flowing relentlessly from above, sweeping away the distant yellow sands and drifting clouds, rushing toward the sea with an indomitable momentum!
However, Jufeng remained oblivious to the man's battle intent, for it seemed absurd—was he asking if he had the courage to fight? Did the blood of those from Yingguo flow with a warrior's essence?
The fighting spirit itself was not merely about fighting; the man's motivation was not solely because Utada Hikaru had died at Jufeng's hands. A more significant reason likely stemmed from the enchanting girl behind him.
Thus, Jufeng not only refrained from preparing for battle but also found himself unexpectedly amused. Laughter and joy are not the same emotion; the former can arise from many factors, while the latter is simply due to amusement.
Indeed, the man's jealousy was quite entertaining.
Jufeng burst into laughter, which the man found rather impolite. However, Jufeng dismissed this notion, saying, "Brother Ikena Kenji has misunderstood. Utada Hikaru died at the hands of a friend of mine, not by my hand. Therefore, there is no need for such a grand display. If you seek sparring, that big fellow over there would be a suitable match for you; you could compete for the Vice Captain of the Holy Judgment Council."
Upon hearing this, the man fell silent, his face naturally reflecting a contemplative expression. Jufeng nodded inwardly, recognizing that this young man was indeed composed; just this quality alone made him superior to Utada Hikaru.
Ikeda Masahiro shrank in the corner of the sofa, observing everything from a third-party perspective. He had expected a peak showdown between strong opponents but was surprised to find Jufeng so cowardly as to seek an excuse to evade confrontation.
Ikeda Masahiro, unwilling to let go of being mocked by Jufeng earlier, immediately taunted, "I think someone is afraid. Do you know who he is?"
He fixed his gaze on the man and continued, "He is a direct disciple of our Yingguo Martial Sovereign and is hailed as the most gifted warrior in fifty years. Someone fears losing face in front of everyone and thus refuses to fight. Hmph, coward."
Jufeng naturally understood that Ikeda Masahiro's veiled insults were directed at him. However, perhaps due to his understanding of her character, he did not dwell on it. The man's identity did surprise Jufeng slightly; he had not anticipated that this young man also came from an extraordinary background.
Since encountering Utada Hikaru, Jufeng had gained some insight into Yingguo's martial arts forces. Yingguo primarily consisted of two major factions: ninjas and samurai. The former branched out extensively throughout ancient history; like countless branches of a towering tree, each with its own brilliance, it was difficult to determine who truly mastered ninjutsu.
However, warriors were different; historically, they divided into two main streams: martial arts and swordsmanship. Although there were many sects, the Withered Vine Martial Master and Flowing Sword Sect remained their respective representative schools. Every decade, a martial arts competition was held among samurai; the victor would hold the title of Martial Sovereign—Warrior Master! They defended the honor of bushido.
Indeed, every Warrior Master was an unparalleled figure in Yingguo, standing at the pinnacle of strength. The current Martial Sovereign had held his position for thirty years, demonstrating just how unshakeable his power was. One could only imagine how terrifying the talent and strength of his direct disciples must be.
Jufeng was briefly surprised, but soon regained his composure; he had seen too much already. The self-taught Five Man Slayer, the earnest boy Liu Xing from Snow Clear, and others like Politeness and Chen Tan Hua—each one was exceptionally talented. To survive until the end was the greatest skill, and that required time to test.
Ikeda Kenji glanced helplessly at his sister. Despite being siblings, their personalities were completely different. However, the brother was extremely fond of his sister, so he could only offer Jufeng an apologetic look.
Jufeng shrugged, indicating it was no big deal. Ikeda Kenji then turned to Vera and said, “Xiu Yi does have some talent in martial arts, but after all, there are always people better than oneself. I hope Vera will agree to let Xiu Yi spar with your subordinate; this will help me make further arrangements.”
Vera looked up at Lance, who nodded in agreement. Vera then also nodded and said, “Let’s keep it light; I actually trust Underboss, so it should be fine.”
As soon as Vera finished speaking, Lance and the young man named Xiu Yi moved to the spacious area of the room. Xiu Yi slightly bowed in greeting, while Lance returned the gesture. Europeans generally do not place much importance on formalities before a match, unlike in the East where it is customary to show respect first.
Once they were ready, Xiu Yi took the initiative to strike. Since it was sparring, he controlled his strength somewhat, but his speed was swift like a dragon.
At the same time, a knife appeared from his sleeve.
The blade glimmered sharply under the light of the crystal chandelier, revealing a very thin silver thread connecting the sleeve to the hilt of the knife.
It was a flying knife as well as a returning knife. Lance's gaze sharpened like the blade itself upon seeing it.
Lance moved as well.
The flying knife shot toward Lance's chest at an awkward angle; knowing the weapon's intricacies, Lance did not rush forward but met the flying knife with his iron fist. Just before contact, he quickly redirected his attack to strike the blade itself, sending the flying knife off course.
The knife flew away, but Xiu Yi had already closed in on Lance's front. With his other hand, he made a horizontal cut aimed not at Lance's arms but at his cheek.
Lance immediately raised his strong arm to shield his side while using his free hand to strike at Xiu Yi's chest. Xiu Yi seemed unable to evade as he was in a vulnerable position; however, a blinding flash of light appeared as the previously thrown knife returned to Xiu Yi's front once more.
“Ding!”
The blade clashed directly with Lance's iron fist, causing Lance to take a step back, and Xiu Yi also retreated a step.
The palm strike and Iron Arm separated.
Xiu Yi's wide sleeves suddenly lifted, making a swaying motion in mid-air, and the blade that was still lingering in the air vanished without a trace. Only the two Authorities and Jufeng saw the fleeting trajectory of the blade, which was so elusive that it moved like lightning.
The sparring session came to a quiet conclusion.
A shallow scratch remained on Lance's fist, yet there was no blood, which earned Xiu Yi's admiration.
Despite the heavy impact of Lance's punch, Xiu Yi managed to retreat just as Lance did, prompting Lance to clasp his fists in a gesture of respect.
No one commented on the match, but the unspoken truth proved one thing: it confirmed Xiu Yi's strength.
The disciple of the Martial Sovereign indeed had the capability to compete for the position once held by the deceased Utada Hikaru.
Ikeda Kenji stood up, while Ikeda Masahiro lazily slipped on high heels, snuggling up to his brother like a pet.
Ikeda Kenji spoke, “Vera, with just a week until the beginning of next month, I wonder what we need to prepare during this time. You can rest assured about the confidentiality; no one will know you have arrived here.”
Vera nodded slightly in agreement, “As long as the Underboss can guarantee that, I am naturally at ease. The battles on the front lines will continue; we cannot let Yuta Shouroku see any flaws. Therefore, I will be returning to the front soon. As for Feng Shao, I think it would be best for him to stay as a guest at the Underboss's place for now. This way, I can relay any news directly to the Underboss.”
Ikeda Kenji understood Vera's intentions well; he knew she wanted Jufeng to stay under her supervision. The so-called convenience of contact was merely a different method of oversight. However, whether Jufeng dared to remain was another matter of courage altogether.
"I have no problem, I just don't know about Feng Shao?" Ikeda Kenji said.
Jufeng chuckled softly and walked over to Vera's side, ignoring Lance's threatening gaze. He leaned in close, almost touching Vera's cheek.
Vera's breathing became a bit rapid; being stared at so directly by Jufeng was truly hard to maintain her composure. Yet, this was all part of her own plan, and Vera naturally found herself ensnared.
"Alright!"
After a moment, Jufeng replied readily and then walked straight out of the room into the night, his emotions unreadable.
Vera understood that the bond they had built over the past six months would vanish completely after tonight.
(To be continued)
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