"Jing Jiu!" Yamamoto Natsuryu stood up indignantly and questioned Ji Feiyang, "General Ji, if it's a sparring match, is it necessary to use such heavy hands?"
Ji Feiyang dug into his ear with his finger and pointed at Yu Ying, asking, "I have another one here with a broken bone. Did I ask if you used heavy hands? Young people, in martial arts sparring, how can there be no injuries?"
"You..." Yamamoto Natsuryu was rebuffed by Ji Feiyang. Not only was Ji Feiyang secretly pleased, but everyone on the Great Xia's side was also secretly pleased.
Cheng Xueyi looked at Ye Bufan on the stage, his old face flushed red. Thinking of his previous mockery and disdain for him, he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
"Ye Bufan!" Jing Jiuzhen struggled to get up from the floor.
Ye Bufan didn't even look at Jing Jiuzhen. Instead, he turned to the owner of Tianxing Martial Arts Hall and said, "According to the competition rules, he has already left the arena. Should this count as my win?"
The owner of Tianxing Martial Arts Hall snapped out of his daze. When he looked at Ye Bufan again, his eyes were filled with admiration. As the person closest to Ye Bufan and Jing Jiuzhen, he himself hadn't clearly seen how Ye Bufan had attacked, and Jing Jiuzhen had already been sent flying back.
"Jing Jiu, are you alright?" Yamamoto Natsuryu asked nervously.
Jing Jiu shook his head. Seeing Ye Bufan turn his head away, he immediately leaped forward.
"Presumptuous!" Ji Feiyang was surprised that this Jing Jiuzhen had lost and seemed to be attempting a sneak attack. He immediately shouted sternly.
Ye Bufan slowly turned his head. Jing Jiuzhen sneered and shouted, "It's too late to turn back now."
"Crimson Snake Sword Technique, final move, Ten Thousand Snakes Break the Void."
Jing Jiuzhen circulated his inner energy. Behind him, a winding long sword appeared. Behind the long sword, sword energy attached itself to the sword, finally transforming into countless small long swords made of winding sword energy.
"A snake? As far as I know, your country's Yamata no Orochi was driven away from our Great Xia's divine beasts," Ye Bufan said with a cold smile, raising his sword finger.
"You are not worthy of me using my Broken Sword."
The sword energy in his sword finger shot up into the sky. Jing Jiuzhen's sword behind him arrived in front of Ye Bufan. Ye Bufan lightly waved his hand with a nonchalant gesture.
"Clang—"
Jing Jiuzhen's sword was instantly cut in half. The so-called sword energy instantly dissipated. He himself spun several times in mid-air and was blasted out of the arena by Ye Bufan.
"Hiss—"
Ye Bufan controlled Jing Jiuzhen's sword and made it land one centimeter away from his crotch.
At this moment, the cameras from the television station and the live streaming influencers all focused on Jing Jiuzhen.
"Good!"
"Awesome!"
"This is so satisfying! Who is this Ye Bufan? He's my idol from now on."
"Damn it, why didn't he hit the vital spot directly?"
"Are you stupid? This is an exchange. If he hit the vital spot, wouldn't Japan explode? This is like treating them with their own medicine. It's humiliating enough."
"Who is this god-like figure? With this skill, he must be a Great Martial Venerable, right?"
"Someone who can cripple a Martial Alliance Elder, if not a Great Martial Venerable, then what is he?"
"Roar—" Whether in front of the TV or on their phone screens, there was a wave of exclamations.
Chu Mengyao and Wang Xinyan held their phones, watching the live broadcast from the arena. Wang Xinyan was still excitedly discussing. The line "if not a Great Martial Venerable, then what is he?" came from Wang Xinyan herself.
Jing Jiuzhen was completely defeated. Yamamoto Natsuryu looked at Ye Bufan with eyes full of killing intent.
Ji Feiyang remained silent. Given Yamamoto Natsuryu's strength, since he himself was sent flying by Ye Bufan, let alone Yamamoto.
"Takeshita Shiro requests a match."
Yamamoto Natsuryu looked back at a sturdy young man in the stands. The other person stepped forward and leaped in front of Ye Bufan.
"What's your rank?" Ye Bufan asked.
"I am not talented, second," Takeshita Shiro said to Ye Bufan.
"Not enough. Don't you have one more person left? Have him come up directly. It's too troublesome to take turns," Ye Bufan said unceremoniously to the people in the Japanese camp behind Takeshita Shiro.
"Baka! Arrogant, truly arrogant!" Yamamoto Natsuryu was so angry he jumped up and down on the spot. If it weren't for the age restriction, he would have gone up to fight Ye Bufan long ago.
"Hahahaha, now I believe he can fight two at once."
The live broadcast room started buzzing with lively discussion again.
"Did you see their leader? Wasn't he acting all smug earlier? Now his face is slapped."
"Awesome, let him be so smug. Does he really think no one is here in Great Xia?"
"Calm down, calm down. We still can't be careless. I think Ye Bufan is just bragging. I don't believe he can really fight two at once."
"Brother upstairs, you don't understand Martial Venerables at all. Moreover, didn't the previous brother say he was a Great Martial Venerable? If he is truly a Great Martial Venerable, considering all factors, fighting five should not be a big problem."
"Stop arguing. Watch the match. Let's see if the remaining one from the Japanese side dares to go up."
Yamamoto Natsuryu gave a look to the remaining girl behind him. With a solemn expression, she got up from her seat and walked onto the arena.
"Japan - Mieko!" The other party clasped his fists in a bow towards Ye Bufan. Ye Bufan also responded with a bow.
"Mr. Ye, fighting two at once, I hope you'll reconsider," Mieko said to Ye Bufan. "I know you are very strong, but if Takeshita Shiro and I join forces, it will be said that we are taking advantage of numbers."
"Hahahaha, we haven't started yet, how do you know it will be taking advantage of numbers? Why couldn't it be winning with fewer against more?" Ye Bufan laughed.
Mieko was slightly stunned. She looked at Ye Bufan and felt pressure from him. For a moment, she did feel that Ye Bufan could fight two at once.
But did such people truly exist among Martial Venerables?
Mieko did not believe it. She did not know that Ye Bufan's realm had long surpassed that of a Martial Venerable.
"Then we won't be polite," Mieko said very politely, but Takeshita Shiro looked impatient.
"Mieko, why are you wasting so much time talking to him?"
After Takeshita Shiro finished speaking, he moved first. He raised his right hand high and turned it into a hand knife, slashing towards Ye Bufan's head.
Ye Bufan also moved, instantly appearing behind Takeshita Shiro and delivering a fierce kick to his backside. At the same time, he heard a gust of wind.
Immediately after, a whistling sound followed. Mieko's attack arrived in succession. Ye Bufan tilted his head, perfectly dodging Mieko's palm.
The audience at the scene and those watching the live broadcast couldn't help but gasp.