Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 1235 - 1160: None of My Business

"Who are you people?"

Liu Yifeng, with his fiery temper, immediately stood up and questioned.

At this moment, two swordsmen removed the straw hats from their heads. One was a middle-aged man and the other a young man under thirty. They were dressed identically, each with a Japanese sword at their waist.

"Are you Japanese?" Elder Xi recognized their appearance and attire and stood up first, exclaiming in surprise.

Japanese?

All the martial artists focused their attention. The relationship between Huaxia and Japan needs no more words. Hearing that these two were Japanese sparked a tinge of anger in everyone’s eyes.

It’s not just on the national level; in the martial artists’ world, Huaxia’s martial artists and Japan’s martial artists have always been at odds. Japan’s martial arts inheritance came from Huaxia.

But up to now, all martial artists have had to admit that Japan’s top martial artists’ strength is now implicitly capable of challenging Huaxia.

Many martial artists don’t understand why such a great Huaxia can’t crush Japan in terms of top martial artist strength.

A few elders from the Time Pavilion had a knowing glint in their eyes. They knew why Huaxia martial arts were becoming more and more declining, but they couldn’t speak out.

These matters cannot be explained to ordinary martial artists.

"Yes, the two of us are martial artists from Japan, who’ve been diligently cultivating in Huaxia. We heard about the Sect Competition here in Jiangdong, so I brought my disciple to participate,"

said the middle-aged Japanese swordsman.

Liu Yifeng immediately retorted discontentedly: "This is the Sect Competition in Jiangdong, Huaxia, and martial artists from other countries are not allowed to participate. Besides, the Sect Competition has ended, and your disciple cannot join."

"The path of martial arts knows no borders. Even if it’s over, how about this: let the so-called number one genius of Jiangdong have a match with my disciple,"

the Japanese middle-aged man said indifferently.

Just as Liu Yifeng was about to speak, the middle-aged Japanese man added, "Are you stalling because you are afraid? Are your Huaxia martial arts geniuses no match for my disciple? Does this not also show that Huaxia’s martial arts are inferior to ours in Japan?"

The Japanese middle-aged man sneered coldly, filled with disdain, mocking again, "Sure enough, just like the rumors internationally, Huaxia’s martial arts have utterly declined!"

"You!"

Liu Yifeng was furious, even wanting to act, but the elder in the grey robe held him back instantly.

"Old Liu, think of the bigger picture!"

The elder in the grey robe said somberly. This Japanese swordsman definitely doesn’t have a simple status. If he were actually hurt, it might trigger conflict between Huaxia and Japan.

Although this is a matter between martial artists, once it involves such important figures, it will also incite conflict in the secular world between Huaxia and Japan.

"What exactly do you want?" The elder in the grey robe stared at the Japanese middle-aged swordsman and said.

Huaxia is known as the land of propriety and etiquette, so even though the elder in grey disliked these two Japanese swordsmen, he had to maintain his civility.

"Very simple, let my disciple have a fight with your number one genius, Wang Jinlun. If we win, we only want the twenty bottles of elixir that belong to the champion."

The Japanese middle-aged swordsman said directly.

Clearly, this middle-aged swordsman came prepared, knowing Wang Jinlun’s name, aiming precisely for those twenty bottles of elixir.

The elder in the grey robe’s eyes sharpened. He had long anticipated that although Japan’s martial arts were formidable, they lacked Alchemists, making elixirs even rarer than in Huaxia, so the total number of martial artists was far fewer than in Huaxia.

If they could obtain the twenty bottles of elixirs from Huaxia, then the strength of Japan’s twenty martial artists would definitely take a significant leap forward.

The elder in the grey robe hesitated; he definitely didn’t want Japan to acquire these twenty bottles of elixirs. However, Huaxia has always been known as the land of propriety and the standard-bearer of martial arts. Refusal could damage the prestige of Huaxia martial arts.

It would seem as if Huaxia truly feared Japan, casting doubt on the courage of Huaxia’s top genius disciples to even engage in a fight.

Ye Qingfeng watched from below. He had heard all of their loud conversations.

Seeing the elder in the grey robe hesitate, a chill ran through his heart. If it were Ye Qingfeng, he would have already commanded people to directly besiege and eliminate this Japanese swordsman, without all the useless words.

Back then, when he annihilated Japan’s Shangchuan Family, it was merely the wave of a hand. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

These mere Japan riffraffs are just ants.

"A Japanese martial artist actually dared to cause trouble on Huaxia’s territory. It’s really infuriating!" Lin Yanran, with her pure heart, said angrily beside Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng ignored her; these matters had nothing to do with him.

His injuries weren’t healed yet, and he had no mood to meddle in others’ affairs.

"Hey, these two Japanese martial artists are so arrogant, aren’t you angry?"

Seeing Ye Qingfeng still smiling faintly, Lin Yanran said discontentedly.

"Just two pieces of Japanese trash. This is your Jiangdong’s territory; just slaughter them directly."

Ye Qingfeng said casually.

"It’s not as simple as you think. These two must not be simple figures in Japan. Since they dare to come, their strength must be immensely strong."

It seems Lin Yanran wasn’t as naive as imagined, being able to think this far is not easy.

Unfortunately, she simply doesn’t understand Ye Qingfeng.

"Since you all don’t dare to act, what does it matter to me," Ye Qingfeng said coldly.

"Fine, I accept your challenge. Huaxia’s talents fear no battle!" The elder in the grey robe gestured with a wave and said.

As valued as the twenty bottles of elixir are, the elder in the grey robe cared more about the dignity of Huaxia martial arts, which relates to Huaxia being the legitimate martial arts lineage.

Another reason was that Wang Jinlun’s previous performance had bolstered the elder in the grey robe’s confidence.

With the Peerless Sword in hand, Wang Jinlun’s combat power was exceedingly formidable.

The middle-aged swordsman showed a cold smile.

The young swordsman strode down, while Tu Lei had already been taken down from the ring, opting not to treat his injuries. Instead, he watched this scene from the Wind Thunder Hall’s stand.

The young Japanese swordsman confidently stepped onto the stage, gripping his Japanese sword, eyes indifferent, and in somewhat broken Chinese said, "Hope the genius of Huaxia isn’t too weak."

"Wang Jinlun, don’t hold back, teach this Japanese a harsh lesson!"

"Daring to look down on Wang Jinlun, be sure to teach him a hard lesson, so this Japanese knows the might of our Huaxia martial arts."

A group of martial artists cheered for Wang Jinlun. The emergence of such arrogant Japanese completely ignited their national sentiments, eager to see Wang Jinlun defeat this Japanese swordsman swiftly.