Everyone except Xiao Ming and his companions was stunned. No one expected an elderly gentleman who looked like a refined university professor to be so fond of slapping faces, and with such astonishing speed.
The news reporters stopped their fawning, the internet celebrities fell silent, and the scene was plunged into an eerie quiet.
The president of the Osaka Martial Arts Association was the strongest among Osaka's martial artists. Osaka people revered strength, and martial artists held a high status.
The martial arts association president, admired by all Osaka people, had been beaten into a pig's head. No one could believe this fact.
The live broadcast was still ongoing. Not just Osaka, but the entire island nation now knew that the president of the Osaka Martial Arts Association had been beaten by an old man.
The entire martial arts world of the island nation erupted. A large number of martial artists rushed to airports, train stations, and docks, intending to come to Osaka to challenge Old Daoist Xiao and reclaim the lost honor of their nation.
Dazang Qiong Er, the president of the Island Nation Martial Arts Association, who was originally scheduled to arrive in Osaka in two days, had to drop everything and rush to the airport with his disciples.
Old Daoist Xiao had slapped the president of the Osaka Martial Arts Association. Seeing the president covering his face and not responding, Old Daoist Xiao said, "Give me an answer, who lost?"
The president of the Osaka Martial Arts Association didn't want to admit Old Daoist Xiao had won, but he also didn't dare claim victory. Admitting to a lie in front of so many people would mean the end of his tenure as president.
"This, this… I did not win," the president of the Osaka Martial Arts Association said in a low voice.
"Alright, if you didn't win, then I won. And I have a request," Old Daoist Xiao declared.
The president of the Osaka Martial Arts Association looked at Old Daoist Xiao without daring to speak, fearing another beating if he said the wrong thing. The gap in their strength was too vast; he wouldn't be able to dodge even if he wanted to.
Seeing the president of the Osaka Martial Arts Association remain silent, Old Daoist Xiao continued, "Tell me, how many Heavenly Realm experts does your island nation have?"
The president of the Osaka Martial Arts Association was surprised by the question. He looked at Old Daoist Xiao and replied, "There are only three in total. One is Mr. Dazang, who will arrive soon. Another is the bastard Xiuyuan, who is the number one person in our nation and the strongest."
"And who is the third?" Old Daoist Xiao asked.
"The third is Miss Yuezhao. She is very mysterious, only appearing once in Kyoto. No one knows where she went afterward."
Whether Dazang and Miss Yuezhao went to Funiu Town was unknown. They might have gone under different names, or they might not have gone at all.
"Besides them, is that all?" Old Daoist Xiao inquired.
The president of the Osaka Martial Arts Association shook his head. "That's all. Our island nation lacks good cultivation techniques, so we have very few Heavenly Realm experts."
Old Daoist Xiao suspected that the island nation, like China, might have hidden sects. On the surface, there might not be many Heavenly Realm experts, but within hidden sects, there could be quite a few.
"Does your island nation have hidden sects?" Old Daoist Xiao asked.
The president of the Osaka Martial Arts Association shook his head. "I don't know. To my knowledge, there are none."
Seeing he couldn't elicit more information, Old Daoist Xiao waved his hand and said, "You may go."
The president of the Osaka Martial Arts Association was surprised that Old Daoist Xiao let him go so easily.
After speaking, Old Daoist Xiao turned and called Xiao Ming and the others, preparing to return to the hotel. Since Osaka had no Heavenly Realm experts to be found, they would have to go to Okinawa tomorrow to find the bastard Xiuyuan and question him.
As Xiao Ming and his group left, the Osaka martial artists stared blankly at their retreating backs, wondering why they had challenged Osaka's martial artists.
Back at the hotel, the group gathered in Old Daoist Xiao's room to discuss their plan to go to Okinawa the next day to find the bastard Xiuyuan. The tour guide, upon understanding their intentions, urgently tried to dissuade them, urging them to return home as soon as possible.
Xiao Ming looked at the tour guide and said, "If you want to go back, you go by yourself. We still want to go shopping in Okinawa."
"Brother Xiao Ming, please spare me. I'm just a tour guide; I can't handle this kind of excitement." The tour guide pleaded with Xiao Ming to stop, begging him not to challenge any more island nation martial artists.
Xiao Ming replied unhappily, "My challenging island nation martial artists is also for the glory of our country. If you stop me from doing this, do you have some ulterior motive?"
"No, I'm patriotic too. But your actions are damaging the relationship between the two countries."
Old Daoist Xiao looked at Xiao Ming and the tour guide and said, "Fighting has nothing to do with patriotism. Fighting is just fighting."
Xiao Ming nodded. "Alright, we'll leave tomorrow. We'll beat up the bastard Xiuyuan, buy some Okinawan specialties, and then head back home."
Seeing that he couldn't persuade them, the tour guide resigned himself to his fate and returned to his room to rest.
After a period of discussion, Xiao Ming and the others also returned to their respective rooms to rest.
Just as Xiao Ming lay down on his bed in his room, he heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it? Is something wrong?" Xiao Ming asked.
"Hello, Brother Xiao Ming. I'm the tour guide. Someone is looking for you at the hotel and wants to discuss something," the tour guide replied.
Opening the door, Xiao Ming saw the tour guide standing anxiously at the entrance.
Upon seeing Xiao Ming, the tour guide whispered, "Brother Xiao Ming, trouble has arrived. The president of the Island Nation Martial Arts Association has come with people."
"The president? Heh, that's great! Beating him will be a real challenge," Xiao Ming exclaimed happily.
The tour guide stared at Xiao Ming, dumbfounded. He had expected Xiao Ming to be scared, but instead, he seemed excited.
The tour guide then hurried to Old Daoist Xiao's door, hoping he could persuade Xiao Ming to leave quickly, to avoid being beaten if they were outmatched.
Old Daoist Xiao's reaction was even more unbelievable than Xiao Ming's.
Upon hearing that the president of the Island Nation Martial Arts Association had arrived, he immediately asked, "Where is he? Make sure he doesn't escape."
"Old Xiao, I heard that the president of the Island Nation Martial Arts Association is at the Heavenly Realm and is extremely powerful."
"Powerful is good. That's exactly who I'm looking for."
Old Daoist Xiao pushed past the tour guide and hurried downstairs, eager to confront the president of the Island Nation Martial Arts Association.
Soon, the others also emerged from their rooms and followed Old Daoist Xiao downstairs.
In the hotel lobby, Master Dazang, the president of the Island Nation Martial Arts Association, and his disciples sat on the sofas, waiting for Xiao Ming and his group to descend.
"Where is Dazang Qiong Er? Don't let him escape!" Xiao Ming shouted as he followed Old Daoist Xiao downstairs.
Old Daoist Xiao quickened his pace and said, "With me here, he won't escape."
Dazang saw an old man and a young man descending and didn't take them seriously. He was waiting for the young girl who had smashed over a dozen dojos.
Old Daoist Xiao ran up to Dazang and asked, "Are you the president, Master Dazang?"
Dazang nodded. "Yes, I am Master Dazang."
Old Daoist Xiao let out a sigh of relief. "Good that you didn't run. Heh, tell me, besides you and that bastard Xiuyuan, how many other Heavenly Realm experts does your island nation have?"
Dazang looked at Old Daoist Xiao. "Why should I tell you?"
Old Daoist Xiao slapped his forehead. "I forgot. My memory is so bad. Your island nation people like to be beaten. Only after being beaten will they answer questions honestly."
Xiao Ming ran to Old Daoist Xiao's side and asked, "Daoist Xiao, is it my turn to do the beating?"
"You can't beat him. Be careful, he might kill you with one punch," Old Daoist Xiao warned.
Xiao Ming took two steps back. "Besides him, can I beat others?"
Old Daoist Xiao nodded. "Beat anyone you like."
Just as Xiao Ming was about to act, a surge of energy emanated from Dazang's body. Xiao Ming quickly retreated, dodging Dazang's aura.
As Dazang's aura emerged, Old Daoist Xiao's aura also appeared. The two energies collided in the lobby with a loud roar. Dazang's disciples were all thrown to the ground, and even Xiao Ming was forced back several steps, his back hitting the wall.
Dazang looked at Old Daoist Xiao in surprise and asked, "You are Heavenly Realm."
Old Daoist Xiao chuckled. "Of course, I'm Heavenly Realm. Otherwise, why would I dare to come and beat you?"