Ye Chen appeared!
The one-armed man was overjoyed. He immediately pulled Chen Xue and the half-blind man to welcome him. He bowed to him solemnly, “The deputy head of the Form-Intention Fist Dojo, Wu Hong, greets Mr. Ye!”
“We’re all Chinese. There’s no need for such formalities!”
Ye Chen lifted his hand and stopped him. He then noticed the empty sleeve that was stained with blood on his left arm. He frowned and asked, “Who severed your arm?”
“Mr. Ye!”
Chen Xue said with tears streaming down her face, “Uncle Wu’s hand was severed by Yagyu Shinyo from the Yagyu family. Uncle Zheng’s right eye was also injured by the opponent’s secret weapon.”
At this point, she was already sobbing, “Uncle Wu did not even manage to pick up his severed arm before he and Uncle Zheng fought to protect me and escaped. I was the one who dragged them down.”
“Everything was caused by the Yagyu family. Not only did they capture big brother, they also captured all the Chinese people in the dojo,” the half-blind man gritted his teeth. The bandage on his right eye was still stained with blood.
“Yagyu Shinyo, I’ll remember that name!”
Ye Chen’s gaze was as cold as a blade. He then said, “The three of you, I’m the one who caused all of this. I hereby apologize to you and all the Chinese cultivators involved!”
As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his finger, and two medicinal pills shot from his hand towards Wu Hong and the blind man before. He said, “These are the Regeneration Pills. They can recover you from your injuries!”
“Mr. Ye, what…”
Wu Hong and the blind man looked at the pill in their hand in shock.
They had only heard that Ye Chen had unparalleled combat ability.
However, it was the first time they heard that Ye Chen could refine medicinal pills!
The two hesitated for a few seconds before sitting down. Subsequently, they opened their mouths and swallowed the pill in their hand. The moment the pill entered their throats, it turned into pure energy that spread to their limbs and bones.
The two of them felt extremely itchy in their wounds, as if there were countless bugs wriggling deep inside their bones.
At the next moment, Wu Hong’s empty sleeve grew at a visible rate. He subconsciously took off his shirt, and his severed arm grew back.
The half-blind man removed the bandage on his right eye and touched his eye that had recovered feeling stirred, “M-My eye doesn’t hurt anymore. I can see!”
Chen Xue was shocked. It was the first time she had seen something so magical.
“Thank you, Mr. Ye!”
Wu Hong and the other man clasped their fists at Ye Chen after they finally calmed down. They were filled with gratitude while great waves surged inside of them.
“It’s something that I should do!”
Ye Chen shook his head lightly, “Take me to your dojo now. I’ll save all the Chinese who were implicated by me!”
“Mr. Ye, do you want to send this news to China?”
Wu Hong hesitated for a moment and suggested, “What I mean is that this is not just about Mr. Ye, but also about the dignity of the Chinese cultivation world!”
He then cupped his fists, “With Mr. Ye’s prestige in China, all you’ll need to do is to wave your arm. I believe that once the 300,000 cultivators in China found out about this, they will come together and trample the Japanese cultivation world!”
“That’s right, my brother has three senior brothers. If they knew what happened to us, they would kill their way into Japan and seek justice for China!”
The half-blind man from earlier was furious!
Ye Chen did not say a word. He took a step forward and walked into a car slowly. His voice that contained killing intent spread from inside!
“China is enough to have me, Mad Southern Ye!!”
…
The Japanese capital, Shinjuku district was one of the most famous commercial districts in Japan. It was also the place where the Chinese gathered the most. Countless Chinese cultivators were here to teach or promote martial arts.
The dojo Wu Hong and the other two set up was in this area.
When Ye Chen arrived at Shinjuku district under the lead of Wu Hong and the other two and was about to head to the Chen Form-Intention Fist Dojo, he looked into the alley beside him.
He sensed a presence of battle.
After extending his Divine Consciousness, he saw more than ten people fighting in the depths of the alley. An old man led two young men and women. They were surrounded by more than ten people, their faces filled with despair.
Ye Chen found the old man among them familiar.
Wu Hong saw him stop and asked, “What’s wrong, Mr. Ye?”
“Nothing, I just ran into an acquaintance!”
Ye Chen shook his head lightly. In a flash, he took a step forward and charged toward the place where the fight was happening as fast as lightning.
In the depths of the street, realizing that the three of them were tightly surrounded, Wu Changchun subconsciously protected the two disciples behind him. His heart was filled with despair and anger.
Half a year ago, he had accidentally offended a big shot in Tiannan. In order to prevent revenge, he had to travel across the ocean to seek refuge in Japan and open a Wing Chun dojo.
The dojo had been running well for the past half a year, but something unexpected happened today. Countless Japanese shut down Chinese businesses from door to door and even arrested Chinese cultivators on the streets.
Noticing that something was wrong, he led his two disciples and ran away. He did not think that they would still be stopped here. Although the other party only wanted him to surrender and not harm his life, Wu Changchun did not dare to agree.
Not only was he heavily injured on the run, but he had also witnessed many Chinese cultivators being abused. There were many women among them. There happened to be an extremely obedient and beautiful female disciple behind him.
Just as he was thinking about this, a Japanese man in a suit snickered, “Chinese man, I’ll say this one last time. You have nowhere to run. If you don’t want to die, you’d better surrender!”
When he said that, his gaze remained on the female disciple behind Wu Changchun. He did not hide the lust in his eyes.
The moment he said that, the young man and woman behind Wu Changchun cried out in fear and pulled Wu Changchun tightly.
“Master…”
Wu Changchun forced a smile as determination flashed across his eyes, “Chinese martial artists can only die standing, not kneeling. Come at me. I’ll kill a few of you at least so that I’ll have something to lay on when I die!”
“Kill him!”
The suited man flew into a rage.
The three Japanese men unsheathed their swords and slashed at Wu Changchun. The three of them grinned like they were cats chasing after mice.
Right at this moment, a gale suddenly swept over from afar. It contained an extremely frightening aura.
The Japanese man who had slashed at Wu Changchun earlier stopped moving as if he was petrified.
Bang!
Before anyone could react, their bodies exploded, and the Japanese swords in their hands shattered into pieces.
At the next moment, a thin man dressed in black walked towards them. In a few steps, he crossed several hundred meters and appeared before everyone.
