"Senior Kurosawa, you've come too?"
Upon recognizing Kurosawa Bunji, the young men and women from Danshuiliu respectfully greeted him.
"It can't be helped. I didn't want to show up, but I am the president of the Yang National Martial Arts Association. Now that someone is challenging Yang Nation martial arts single-handedly, if I don't step in, the world might think we have no one left."
Kurosawa Bunji smiled at the Danshuiliu disciples. "Kuribayashi Kazuo is an outstanding young martial artist. His strength is not weak, but he lost due to underestimating his opponent, leaving him unprepared for a surprise attack and resulting in a crushing defeat. Rest assured, his defeat will soon be avenged. Take him to get treatment first."
"Thank you, President Kurosawa. We'll take our senior disciple to the hospital now."
After hearing Kurosawa Bunji's words, the Danshuiliu disciples bowed respectfully to him and then quickly left Sakura Plaza with Kuribayashi Kazuo.
After they left, Kurosawa Bunji faced Shen Lang directly.
"Hello. Let me introduce myself. This old man is called Kurosawa Bunji, the president of the Yang National Martial Arts Association."
Kurosawa Bunji walked up to Shen Lang and smiled. "To be honest, I am very angry that you are challenging the entire Yang Nation martial arts single-handedly. It's been many years since anyone dared to belittle Yang Nation martial arts so much. However, beyond my anger, I must also commend you. After all, not everyone has the courage to challenge a nation's martial artists alone."
"Your name is Shen Lang, right?"
Kurosawa Bunji looked at Shen Lang and smiled. "Whether you are here to seek attention or not, I must say, you have a lot of guts. However, you have thoroughly angered the martial artists of Yang Nation, so it will be difficult for you to leave here alive today."
"Is that so?"
Shen Lang heard this and smiled. "I'm not here to listen to your jokes, but to earnestly learn from Yang Nation martial arts. If you believe your words are superior to the strength of your martial artists, you can say whatever you wish. I won't stop you. As long as you're happy."
"Boy, you are truly arrogant and condescending."
Upon hearing Shen Lang's words, Kurosawa Bunji's expression suddenly turned grim. He said, "Do you really think no one can handle you?"
"If there is, I hope the person who handles me uses fists and feet, not just their tongue."
Shen Lang smiled. "I am standing right here. I am willing to accept anyone's challenge, but it must be a challenge of fists, feet, sabers, and swords. If you disagree, come forward."
"Insolent child, how arrogant."
After Shen Lang finished speaking, Kurosawa Bunji looked at the crowd behind him and said, "You are all the elite members of the Yang National Martial Arts Association. Who is willing to deal with this brat?"
"I volunteer."
As soon as Kurosawa Bunji finished speaking, a lean boy of about eighteen or nineteen, with two black katanas at his waist, stepped forward and said to Kurosawa Bunji, "Let me deal with this reckless madman."
"Good, Ryuzawa Ichiro. Excellent. You deal with this madman."
Kurosawa Bunji looked at the young man with a look of satisfaction.
"Rest assured, President. I won't even need to exert much effort to take care of him."
The young man named Ryuzawa Ichiro smiled and strode towards Shen Lang. He said, "Madman, how dare you provoke Yang Nation martial arts! I will slay you with my sword under the live broadcast, letting the world know that Yang Nation martial arts cannot be trampled upon."
"Alas, why don't you kneel down and kowtow, and I'll give you a chance to surrender?"
Shen Lang looked at Ryuzawa Ichiro and smiled. "You are so young. If I have to fight you, I'll have to worry about how not to kill you with one strike. So, I'll give you a chance. Kneel down, kowtow, and surrender."
"Madman, how dare you insult me?"
Hearing Shen Lang tell him to kneel, kowtow, and surrender, Ryuzawa Ichiro was enraged. "Arrogant fool, do you not know the consequences you will face after this?"
Ryuzawa Ichiro gripped the hilts of his twin swords and sneered. "My sword is the fastest sword. It's so fast that you won't even feel the pain when your head is severed. Are you ready to die?"
"Pah—"
Ryuzawa Ichiro's words did not elicit fear from Shen Lang. Instead, they were met with Shen Lang's merciless mockery. "Shameless wretch, speaking nonsense with your eyes open, calling a saber a sword. Do you even deserve to have swords?"
"Your current katanas are copied from Tang Dynasty sabers. What do you have that is your own? A group of inhuman beasts, and you dare talk about swords and martial arts?"
"What is a sword? A sword has two sides: one is sharpness, the other is benevolence. You only have sharpness, no benevolence. Hypocritical."
As he spoke, Shen Lang slowly drew the Yixi sword from the ground, its tip pointing at Ryuzawa Ichiro's forehead. "You are not qualified to talk about swords. Next, I will let you know what a true sword is. Are you ready?"
"Whoosh—"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Lang raised his hand and slashed down with his sword.
The Yixi sword was a heavy sword, weighing tens of pounds by itself. When Shen Lang slashed down with it, amplified by speed and power, it instantly reached Ryuzawa Ichiro.
Ryuzawa Ichiro did not expect Shen Lang to attack so suddenly. The moment he did, he felt as if death had locked onto him, and his entire body was enveloped in a chilling cold.
At the critical moment, Ryuzawa Ichiro quickly drew his twin katanas and used them to block Shen Lang's descending sword strike.
However, Ryuzawa Ichiro overestimated his strength. He thought he could block Shen Lang's sword, but he never expected that as Shen Lang's sword fell, Ryuzawa Ichiro's twin katanas would be instantly severed.
Yet, even though the twin swords were cut, Shen Lang's attack was not hindered in the slightest. It continued its downward descent like a waterfall, ultimately cleaving Ryuzawa Ichiro in two.
"What?"
Seeing that Shen Lang had killed Ryuzawa Ichiro with a single sword strike, Kurosawa Bunji and the others widened their eyes.
Ryuzawa Ichiro was a strong swordsman of the younger generation, and his twin swords were feared by many. Yet, he died just like that against Shen Lang?
"Worthless."
As everyone's pupils contracted in shock, Shen Lang sheathed the Yixi sword and said with great disappointment, "I thought Yang Nation martial arts was full of masters, but I didn't expect them to be so useless. Can someone more capable please step forward?"
Shen Lang bellowed, "I can't hold back any longer! I'll fight ten!"
"Bastard—"
Seeing Shen Lang's utter arrogance, Kurosawa Bunji, the president of the Martial Arts Association, was so enraged he almost spat blood. In all his years, this was the first time he had encountered such an arrogant and condescending person. He was truly furious.
"President, let me. We can't be looked down upon any longer."
Just as Kurosawa Bunji was seething with anger, an old man from behind stepped forward.