The news of Shen Lang's declaration of war against the martial artists of Yang Guo quickly spread to the major martial arts sects, schools, and hidden families of Yang Guo, igniting the flames of war among Yang Guo's martial artists in a very short period.
On Sakura Square, Shen Lang, Xiongzi, and Longzi were being watched by tens of thousands of people.
To be honest, Shen Lang didn't care, but Xiongzi and Longzi felt their skin crawl.
"Squad leader Shen, why are these people looking at us so scarily?"
Xiongzi asked weakly, "I've never been stared at like this my whole life. I feel my skin crawling, a shiver down my spine."
"Yes, I feel the same way."
Longzi chimed in, "I feel like they're a pack of hungry wolves. Although their expressions aren't fierce at all, they seem like they want to tear us to shreds. I'm really afraid they'll rush us right now."
"Hahaha, they won't. Although Yang Guo people are shameless, they won't be shamelessly shameless in broad daylight. They'll just wait for other martial artists to appear, have those martial artists defeat me fair and square, and then mock me mercilessly."
Shen Lang said while biting into an apple, "If my guess is right, martial artists will come to accept the challenge soon. You two, stand aside. Remember to take lots of pictures and videos of me dealing with Yang Guo martial artists, then send them back to our country. Let the domestic media promote them well and build my heroic image."
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Xiongzi and Longzi exchanged glances, then unconsciously burst into laughter.
Soon, the two found an optimal spot at the perimeter of Sakura Square and sat down, each from a different angle, to start taking photos and recording videos of Shen Lang.
After they finished their preparations, a group of men and women in white clothing pushed through the crowd and arrived in front of Shen Lang. Leading them was a man about 1.65 meters tall with a flat-top haircut and a full beard. His eyes blazed with ferocity, and he stared at Shen Lang menacingly, saying, "You are Shen Lang?"
"Yes, I am Shen Lang."
Shen Lang glanced at the insignia on the clothes of the men and women in white and immediately recognized them as members of a certain Karate school. A lazy smile appeared on his face as he said, "You're here to accept the challenge, right? I'll give you a chance. State your name."
"Brat, listen up. I am Cang Wen Yi Fu, the senior disciple of Duan Shui Liu!"
The man with the flat-top haircut looked at Shen Lang and said angrily, "Yang Guo martial arts have a long history and profound depths. Strong practitioners are as numerous as carp crossing a river. You, a mere jester, dare to challenge the entire Yang Guo martial arts world? Today, I will show you what a painful price is!"
"What? He's Cang Wen Yi Fu?"
As Cang Wen Yi Fu's voice rang out, the surrounding crowd gasped in shock. Who was Cang Wen Yi Fu? He was a rising star in the Yang Guo martial arts world. Although under thirty years old, his Karate had already reached the sixth dan, and he enjoyed considerable fame both domestically and internationally.
These Yang Guo people had never expected Cang Wen Yi Fu to be the first to act. As expected of Yang Guo's pride, he always had the glory of Yang Guo at heart!
"Cang Wen Yi Fu, good. I've remembered your name."
Shen Lang stuck his Yi Xi sword, along with its sheath, into the ground and said to Cang Wen Yi Fu, "If I strike first, it would be bullying you. I'll let you make the first move."
"Brat, you dare to underestimate me?"
Cang Wen Yi Fu was twenty-seven years old, but his Karate had reached the sixth dan. He was a genius. No one had ever dared to let him strike first. At this moment, he believed Shen Lang was looking down on him, no, looking down on the entire Yang Guo martial arts world.
"Brat, let me tell you, although you're overestimating yourself, I won't bully you. If I make the first move, you'll be killed instantly. I'll give you a chance to strike first."
Cang Wen Yi Fu sneered and said, "Come on."
"Haha, let me make the first move?"
Shen Lang chuckled, "I intended to give you a chance, but I didn't expect you to refuse it. Fine, since that's the case, I won't be polite."
As Shen Lang finished speaking, he activated "Divine Step Ghostly Shadow" and instantly vanished from his original spot.
"What?"
Seeing Shen Lang suddenly disappear from his original spot, not only did Cang Wen Yi Fu's face turn pale with fright, but the young men and women who came with him also turned pale. None of them expected Shen Lang to disappear so suddenly.
The watching Yang Guo people's eyes widened, trying to find Shen Lang's whereabouts, but they found no trace of him.
However, the moment everyone's guard dropped, Shen Lang appeared in front of Cang Wen Yi Fu and punched him in the chest, sending him flying dozens of meters into the air.
Yet, as everyone was still in shock, Shen Lang, like a ghost, reappeared behind Cang Wen Yi Fu and kicked him directly in the back, instantly breaking his spine.
"Bang!"
Two seconds later, Cang Wen Yi Fu crashed heavily to the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell unconscious on the spot. He was not dead, but he would likely be crippled for life.
"Squad leader Shen..."
Seeing Shen Lang so simply and brutally defeat Cang Wen Yi Fu, Xiongzi and Longzi's eyes widened in shock. This wasn't a fight; it was an instant kill. It embodied a violent aesthetic.
The two promptly sent out the fight videos and pictures, which were then disseminated to the news media in Nanling for promotion.
"What? Shen Lang won his first battle with ease, crushing the Yang Guo martial arts prodigy Cang Wen Yi Fu with absolute dominance?"
When the live broadcast feed, along with the videos and pictures taken by Xiongzi and the others, were sent back to the country, Nanling was in shock. No one had expected Shen Lang to achieve such an easy victory in his first battle.
"Senior disciple brother..."
Seeing Cang Wen Yi Fu easily killed by Shen Lang, the young men and women who had accompanied him cried out in despair after coming to their senses.
They had expected Cang Wen Yi Fu to crush Shen Lang with his absolute strength as usual and bring glory to Yang Guo, but they never expected Cang Wen Yi Fu to be so easily defeated by Shen Lang without even a chance to retaliate, his condition unknown.
"Alright, go cry somewhere else. Carry him away first and don't obstruct others from dealing with this kid."
As the group of young men and women were weeping, a hoarse voice suddenly rang out. They turned to see an elder, over sixty years old, with white hair but brimming with energy, standing there.
"It's Kurozawa Bunji, the president of the Yang Guo Martial Arts Association. I didn't expect him to be alerted."
Seeing the elder appear, the young men and women's eyes widened. The watching Yang Guo people were also shocked.
Indeed, the old man before them was Kurozawa Bunji, the president of the Yang Guo Martial Arts Association, a prominent figure in the Yang Guo martial arts world.
Amidst their shock, everyone finally noticed dozens of men and women following behind Kurozawa Bunji. These people ranged in age from eighteen or nineteen to seventy or eighty. Their ages and appearances differed, but they all shared an arrogant and fierce demeanor.