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As the dawn broke over the sea, the gates of the Saint Envoy slowly opened to the powerful individuals arriving from all corners of the world. Following Vera's instructions, the Ikeda Siblings, Hayamura Shuichi, and Jufeng made their way to a secluded valley where a towering structure stood—an impressive building that was hard to notice unless one approached closely due to its location.
This tall edifice resembled more of a tower than a building, adorned with green tiles and flying eaves, reminiscent of ancient Huaguo architecture.
Surrounding the tower were perilous mountains with sheer cliffs, their surfaces smooth as mirrors. Climbing them was impossible for anyone relying solely on human strength; they could only gaze in awe, unable to ascend or descend.
Thus, the entire tower appeared as if it were a castle in the sky. To enter the valley from outside, one could only use the single road taken by those from the east. It was unclear how Saint Envoy had stumbled upon such a hidden paradise to serve as its headquarters; it seemed perfectly suited for their needs.
Jufeng's group was not the first to arrive; others followed closely behind them, hailing from all walks of life. Just by looking at their faces, one could see a diverse array of backgrounds.
Around ten o'clock in the morning, individuals began to emerge slowly from the tower. There was no conversation; the variety of languages required here was overwhelming. If every word had to be translated into multiple languages, progress on any matters would likely stall.
The person who stepped out wore the robes of a Two-Winged Envoy and gestured for everyone to enter the tower in an orderly fashion.
Jufeng and his companions lagged slightly behind. He noticed over a dozen people standing at the entrance of the valley, taking on a sentry-like posture.
If his guess was correct, then all those invited by the Vice Captain had indeed arrived. There seemed to be fewer than fifty people in total; if organized into groups of four, there would be only about ten competing factions.
Of course, if Watanabe were still alive, there would naturally be one more competitor.
Upon entering the tower, they discovered that it was quite spacious inside. The first floor was essentially one large room filled with nearly twenty massive round tables, each about three meters in diameter, with two nameplates placed on each table.
The nameplates bore brief inscriptions in various languages. Jufeng scanned through them until he finally spotted a familiar name—Li Ji.
A Huaguo individual. This thought flashed through Jufeng's mind as he paid closer attention due to his nationality.
Before long, Hayamura Shuichi found his own name at another table, prompting Ikeda Siblings and Jufeng to join him.
At Hayamura Shuichi's table was a name written in unfamiliar characters. Ikeda Kenji remarked from beside him, "This should be a name from an Indian Kingdom."
No sooner had Ikeda Kenji spoken than three individuals approached from nearby, all sharing identical features and skin tones. Jufeng glanced over and confirmed Ikeda Kenji's observation; indeed, they were typical representatives of the Indian Kingdom.
The two parties locked eyes, and an undercurrent of tension surged through the air. However, since the host had yet to speak, no one dared to make a move.
It was clear that the nameplates on the table indicated the two combatants, while the round table served as the battlefield for their impending clash. Within five minutes, everyone found their positions and confirmed their opponents. The atmosphere was as silent as a street before a storm, thick with pressure that grew increasingly oppressive.
At that moment, the figure draped in the Winged Envoy's robe approached the long sword once more and gestured for silence, pointing towards the table in the center. There were no extra words, but the meaning was unmistakable.
Ikeda Masahiro glanced at the figure and scoffed quietly, “This so-called Saint Envoy is just putting on a show. Can't even speak?”
Ikeda Kenji shook his head at his sister, signaling her to keep quiet. After all, they were on someone else's turf; one wrong move could leave them trapped forever.
After completing his gesture, there was a brief pause among the crowd before those unable to contain their eagerness leaped onto the round table.
Once one person took the lead, others quickly followed suit, filling the round table with flying figures until it was nearly full.
Hayamura Shuichi steadied himself with one hand on the edge of the table and then sprang up gracefully to stand on one side of it. The opposing party noticed this and made a disdainful expression. One of them stepped forward from among three others, stomped heavily on the ground, and then forcefully planted his feet on the round table.
The table was merely a surface supported by a tall Stump beneath it; thus, when he stomped down hard, Hayamura Shuichi's side of the table tilted up. Standing on an inclined surface made it difficult for anyone to maintain their balance.
It was a show of dominance; they aimed to seize control first. The Indian Kingdom's strategy caught Jufeng's attention but was met with a shake of his head in disapproval.
Though their intentions were good, they were mere illusions in the face of absolute power.
Hayamura Shuichi was not intimidated by his opponent's display. He used the momentum to leave the surface of the round table and slid towards his adversary along its slope.
In an instant, he closed in on his opponent and struck like lightning, aiming directly for their throat.
However, his opponent was no pushover; he deftly pivoted at the edge of the round table to evade Hayamura Shuichi's attack and moved aside.
At that moment, the table tilted dangerously as if it might detach from the Stump beneath it. Hayamura Shuichi had already taken his opponent's position, which meant he was about to fall to the ground.
Just when it seemed inevitable, Hayamura Shuichi leaned back just before the table would have come loose from its support. Before falling completely, he slapped his palm against the elevated side of the round table, restoring its balance just in time.
Hayamura Shuichi slammed his palm on the table while simultaneously using his legs to spring up, alternating kicks aimed at his opponent.
Seeing that Hayamura Shuichi effortlessly neutralized the trap he had set, the opponent's expression darkened. He dropped his body downward, arms spreading out to block the incoming leg attacks. With one final push, he managed to force Hayamura Shuichi back half a step.
Using the momentum from the retreat, Hayamura Shuichi positioned himself on the other half of the round table. Both fighters returned to their original stances, their expressions serious, almost harsh in their intensity.
Jufeng had already drawn a conclusion about this confrontation; the opponent's strength was fully revealed, while Hayamura Shuichi had yet to show his flying knives.
Jufeng's gaze shifted to the table he had been focused on, but he suddenly froze in surprise as he noticed that only one person stood there.
An older man with Asian features.
(To be continued)
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