The plaza, the martial arts arena.
"Tai Chi Sect, Feng Chen!"
"Please enlighten me!"
The calm voice echoed. Feng Chen at this moment possessed the aura of a grandmaster. Although he was only fourteen or fifteen years old, no one in the arena dared to underestimate him.
After all, his ability to single-handedly defeat more than ten representatives from the Fusang delegation spoke volumes.
A genius!
And a once-in-a-century martial arts prodigy. This young man was merely fourteen or fifteen years old; who knew what he would become in a few more years.
Upon seeing Feng Chen, who was only fourteen or fifteen, the black belt sixth dan practitioner from the Fusang delegation’s eyes flashed with a sinister glint. He had originally intended to just teach this brat a lesson, but now it seemed... he would have to be ruthless and cripple the boy!
"Fusang delegation, Jieda Safo!"
"Fists and kicks have no eyes, be careful!"
As soon as the words fell, Jieda Safo unleashed a spinning kick towards Feng Chen's head. The speed and the vicious angle of the attack made everyone in the audience sweat.
*Slap~*
In a flash of lightning, Feng Chen used Tai Chi footwork, then with a raised hand and a descending palm, he slapped Jieda Safo's side, directly knocking him off the stage.
Jieda Safo was stunned, struggling for a long time before being able to get up.
"This is... the sect leader of the Carefree Sect, my son's skills are so high!?"
Seeing this, the sect leaders of various factions had undisguised astonishment in their eyes. Yes, they were too surprised!
They knew!
Although they knew Feng Chen had good martial arts talent, it was nowhere near this level. Clearly, Feng Chen's performance had far surpassed that of the younger generation.
"Heh, that kid is lucky."
Seeing his son hogging the spotlight, Feng Xiaoyao’s gaze drifted to Ye Xuan in the direction of the Tai Chi Sect. "This kid has found a powerful master."
A powerful master??
Hearing Feng Xiaoyao's words, the sect leaders of various factions frowned, but they were somewhat skeptical. What kind of master could elevate Feng Chen to such a level in such a short period?
"I'll try!"
A master of Jujutsu, black belt seventh dan, from the Fusang delegation stepped onto the stage, assuming a defensive stance. He pivoted his right foot on the ground, and the next moment, he closed in.
A Jujutsu move targeted Feng Chen's wrist. He did not dare to underestimate this fourteen or fifteen-year-old youth.
*Slap~*
As expected, this Jujutsu master was also knocked off the stage by Feng Chen with a slap. The members of the Fusang delegation were all stunned. "This is impossible!"
How could that kid...
Jieda Safo was already a top-tier expert among them, and even he was not an opponent. It seemed that their plan to disgrace the Chinese martial arts world would not be as simple as they thought.
Watching the scene unfold, the leader of the Fusang delegation, Takizawa Kazuo, had a grim expression. The current situation had indeed exceeded his expectations.
However, Takizawa Kazuo was not too disappointed, as their preparations involved more than just people like Jieda Safo, who were equivalent to first-rate experts.
Then, Takizawa Kazuo's gaze fell on a young man beside him. This young man looked at Feng Chen on the stage, a hint of interest curving his lips.
"Okada-kun, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to act next." Takizawa Kazuo's attitude was very sincere, or rather, beyond sincerity, it was undisguised fawning.
Although Okada Ichiro was not his opponent, it was important to remember that Okada Ichiro had the Sakura Group behind him. Furthermore, Okada Ichiro's father was a core member of the Sakura Group and also the third captain of the Sakura Group's twelfth unit.
As for his father's strength, it was not something he could know.
The only certainty was that his father, Okada Honichi's strength was far beyond his imagination, conservatively estimated to be at least above half-step War God.
Okada Ichiro heard Takizawa Kazuo's words, glanced at Feng Chen on the stage, and a cat-and-mouse smile appeared on his lips. "Since I've taken on the mission, I will naturally complete it with all my might."
As he spoke, Okada Ichiro rose from his seat. "I'll fight you."
As his voice faded, Okada Ichiro appeared on the stage. Seeing the newcomer, Feng Chen became much more serious, as his intuition told him that this Okada Ichiro was very dangerous.
"Okada Ichiro, please enlighten me."
Stepping onto the stage, Okada Ichiro looked at Feng Chen with amusement and a laugh. With his strength at the level of a top expert, he was very confident.
*Swish~*
As the sound subsided, Okada Ichiro turned into a streak of light, instantly appearing before him. The speed was so fast that Feng Chen was caught off guard.
"What!!"
Seeing the sudden turn of events on the stage, the sect leaders of various factions all stood up, their eyes filled with astonishment. "This kid actually possesses combat power no less than that of an elder!"
"This is bad!!"
*Bang~*
He threw a kick. Feng Chen, in his haste to defend, was no match for Okada Ichiro and was sent staggering backward. A mouthful of reverse blood was about to spurt out.
Just then.
A figure appeared beside Feng Chen. With a slight clockwise rotation of his right hand, he diffused the force pushing Feng Chen and placed him steadily on the stage.
"Master..."
Seeing the figure that appeared beside him, Feng Chen's heart relaxed. He was well aware of the other person's strength; even facing the elders of his sect, he might not be defeated.
However, it was clear that such a clown was still no match for his master, as his master was the formidable individual who could suppress his own father with a flip of his hand.
"Well done, you can step down."
"Mmm... Master, be careful!"
Although he knew his master would not lose, Feng Chen still cautioned him.
Luo Tianyi, watching from below the stage, looked at the person on the stage. "That bastard... when did this happen??"
"Boy, who are you?"
Seeing Ye Xuan so easily diffuse his force, this person was clearly not weak.
"Tai Chi Sect, Ye Xuan."
Ye Xuan calmly stated his name as he looked at Okada Ichiro.
Hmm!?
"Another person from the Tai Chi Sect?"
Okada Ichiro smiled at Ye Xuan. "Since that's the case, I'll take you all on."
With a grin, Okada Ichiro increased the force in his hand and smashed it towards Ye Xuan's forehead. If this punch connected, it would undoubtedly crack his skull. The ruthlessness of his attack was evident.
"Since that kid has left the stage, I'll use you to establish my might!"
With a cold snort, Okada Ichiro's mind seemed to conjure the image of this kid being headhunted by his punch. The thought alone made him incredibly excited.
If he could take down this upstart genius kid here, it would be enough for him to brag about for at least half a year. Thinking of this, Okada Ichiro's smile became even more radiant.
Just as Okada Ichiro was lost in his pleasant fantasy, a *slap* resounded. Okada Ichiro felt a sharp pain in his face, and then his head was slammed hard onto the stage. In the moment before he lost consciousness, Okada Ichiro was filled with disbelief. He couldn't imagine that someone with his strength could be... instantly defeated by a single slap, not even having time to react.