Ye Qiu looked up at the cave entrance.
He could sense that this sudden, powerful aura was no ordinary presence.
“Hahaha, after decades, I’ve finally found this place.”
“The Nine-Leaf Golden Lotus must be near maturity.”
“Once I get it and present it to my junior sister, she’ll surely fall for me.”
The voice arrived before the person.
Master Longbrow jolted, initially thinking it was the monster, but then realised someone had found this place.
A glint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.
“Damn it, dare to compete with me for the Nine-Leaf Golden Lotus? You’re dead.”
Soon, a burly figure appeared at the entrance.
He stood six feet tall, dressed in a loose black kimono, wooden clogs on his feet, and a samurai sword at his waist—a clear Great Eastern warrior.
“Japanese?” Master Longbrow and Ye Qiu exchanged glances, stunned.
They hadn’t expected not only a Great Eastern warrior but a young one.
He looked no older than thirty, strikingly handsome.
As for his cultivation, Ye Qiu couldn’t fully gauge it but sensed he was stronger than Miyamoto Musashi.
Ye Qiu was puzzled.
Wasn’t Miyamoto Musashi the strongest in Great Eastern martial arts? Since when did such a formidable youth appear?
“Could he be a hidden immortal cultivator?” Ye Qiu’s heart skipped, his guard rising quietly.
Xiao Zhan, hand on his gun, locked eyes on the intruder.
“Oh, there are people here?” The youth noticed the trio, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he dismissed them with a contemptuous glance, turning to the pool.
The Nine-Leaf Golden Lotus’s fragrance grew richer, its golden glow increasingly radiant, exuding a divine aura.
The youth stared at it, eyes brimming with greed, exclaiming, “Finally found you.”
“Once I bring you back, my junior sister will marry me.”
“Then we’ll live happily together, hahaha…”
Ye Qiu’s face dripped with disdain.
He wanted to say, “Simps never end well.”
But before he could, the youth’s gaze swept over.
“You three, scram. I’m in a good mood today, so I won’t kill you.”
His tone was domineering, as if Ye Qiu and the others were mere ants.
He had reason to be proud.
So young, with such high cultivation—he was a prodigy.
Unfortunately, he’d met Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu sneered, “A Great Easterner acting cocky on our turf? Looking for death?”
“I suggest you get lost.”
“Or I’ll twist your head off and feed it to the fish.”
Whoa!
The youth’s gaze turned icy, glaring at Ye Qiu. “Dare to speak to me like that? You’ve got some nerve.”
Ye Qiu pointed at Master Longbrow. “He told me to say it.”
The youth’s stare shifted to Master Longbrow.
“Little brat, what’s your grudge against me? Why set me up?” Master Longbrow grumbled, displeased.
“Old man, stop yapping. Take him down. Only then can you claim the lotus,” Ye Qiu said.
“Hmph, once I deal with this Japanese punk, I’ll deal with you,” Master Longbrow snorted, standing and striding towards the youth.
As he walked, he spoke.
“I never kill nobodies. State your name, and I’ll make it quick.”
The youth said proudly, “I’m from the Great Eastern Umenokawa family. My name is Umenokawa Nei.”
What, No-Pants Nei… Yi?
What a bizarre name!
Master Longbrow paused, then said, “Never heard of any damn Umenokawa family.”
The youth, full of arrogance, replied, “The Umenokawa family has a thousand-year legacy, secluded for centuries, the most powerful hidden sect in Great Eastern. Commoners like you aren’t worthy to know.”
His words enraged Master Longbrow.
“Damn it, a little Japanese punk daring to act big in front of me? You’re tired of living.”
“I’ll end you now.”
Master Longbrow struck, his palm shooting forward with ferocious force.
Boom!
The youth moved too, like an erupting volcano, unleashing terrifying power, his fist blasting out.
Bang!
As Master Longbrow’s palm met the youth’s fist, his body shuddered. A crushing force from the fist overwhelmed him.
Thud, thud, thud—
Master Longbrow staggered back seven or eight steps before steadying himself, staring at the youth in shock, disbelief in his eyes.
How could this be?
I’ve cultivated nine strands of true qi—how was I pushed back?
Is this punk’s cultivation higher than mine?
On the other side, Ye Qiu was stunned too.
He hadn’t expected the youth to repel Master Longbrow with a single punch.
And from the youth’s expression, he hadn’t even used full strength.
Unbelievable!
Xiao Zhan whispered, “Boss, this guy’s tough. Should you step in and help Senior?”
Ye Qiu said, “No rush. Let’s watch.”
In the arena, Master Longbrow, face grim, looked at the youth. “Underestimated you. Didn’t think a tiny place like Great Eastern had someone like you.”
“Try my fist!” The youth launched a punch at Master Longbrow.
His fist glowed black, brimming with destructive force, chilling to behold.
“Hmph, think I’m scared?” Master Longbrow roared, unflinching.
As Dragon Tiger Mountain’s leader with nine strands of true qi, how could he back down?
Especially against a Japanese punk.
Retreating would only make him look down on Chinese people more.
Sensing the punch’s power, Master Longbrow didn’t hold back, unleashing all nine strands of true qi.
Boom!
The nine strands hovered behind him, exuding immense aura, making him look like an immortal sage.
With a swing of his right arm, he channelled the nine strands into his hand.
Smack!
Master Longbrow pressed his palm forward.
Boom!
The youth’s fist met his palm, erupting in a thunderous clash.
Blood trickled from Master Longbrow’s mouth as he was pushed back again.
This time, he stumbled over a dozen steps, unable to steady himself.
At that moment, a killing intent flashed across the youth’s face. His hand gripped his sword’s hilt, ready to draw and finish Master Longbrow.
“Bullying an old man? That’s your skill? Try bullying me!” Ye Qiu stood up.
