“Hey pea-brain! Who gave you the balls to speak like that to me?!” The lead samurai sneered. He had no regard for Amasa Hiko, what more Chen Xiaobei?
Chen Xiaobei snickered. “Heh, one word is all I need to finish you! I don’t need anyone to give me balls!”
Both Tanaka Tsuyoshi and Cang Jingu readied themselves eagerly. All Chen Xiaobei had to do was give them the order and they would get into action.
Beside them, Li Xiang stood with his hands in his pockets, not even intending to lift a finger.
He would not have to, even if things were to get heated.
“Motherfucking idiot! He’s still putting on a show in the face of death!” the lead samurai exploded. “We are from Donchen Ittō-ryū! The most powerful sword faction in Japan! How dare you mock us?!”
“Heh, The most powerful sword faction?”
Again, Chen Xiaobei simpered. “Japan is really a small place! It seems you haven’t seen someone that is more powerful than you! You guys are just a bunch monkeys that call yourself king!”
Japan was only the size of one of China’s province. And because of that, there were only a handful of factions in Japan. Other than the aforementioned Divine Sovereign Sect and Tenshou, these two powerful ancient factions, the others were too inferior to even be mentioned!
Chen Xiaobei had already conquered China’s Jianghu, even giant faction like Xuanjian Faction surrendered. What was a small Japanese faction to Chen Xiaobei?
“F*ck you! How dare you call us monkeys?!”
The Samurais gnashed their teeth.
Here in Japan, in their territory, they could do whatever they want and were revered—they had never been disrespected like that before.
How insufferable!
“That kid is so full of himself! He insulted Japan! Who does he think he is?!”
The moneybags shook their fists.
They were, after all, also Japanese. Besides that, Chen Xiaobei’s earlier rejection of Amasa Yuki was also a form denigration of the country!
Before they had even recovered from that face-slapping remark, another one was thrown at them!
“Mr. Chen, please don’t provoke them anymore. My grandfather had already sent a signal. We’ll just have to wait a little while more and the ninja that my family worships will be here!”
Amasa Yuki, who was still standing next to Chen Xiaobei, pleaded urgently.
But Chen Xiaobei pressed on as if she had not said anything. “I’m giving you three seconds. If you don’t leave, don’t blame me for what happens to you next!”
“Motherf*cker! You prick! Are you having fun? Just because we haven’t kicked your ass yet, you think that we are weak?” the lead samurai raised his big arm and barked, “I want two of you to kill that prick!”
“I’ll go!”
“Me too!”
Two of his followers volunteered almost too fervently. Katana drawn with a swoosh, they charged toward Chen Xiaobei.
“Oh no!” Amasa Yuki squealed, squeezing her eyes shut. “Mr. Chen, you got yourself into this! Our family can’t protect you!”
She left Chen Xiaobei and ran toward her grandfather.
“Hey shithead! You’re going to die!”
Once Amasa Yuki was out of the way, both samurais picked up speed, katanas raised, and charged murderously towards Chen Xiaobei.
“Hack him to death! Hack him to death!” The group of moneybags cheered, keen to witness Chen Xiaobei’s death.
“Mr. Chen… You brought this on yourself…” Amasa Hiko sighed dismally. “There is a limit to youthful foolishness! You went too far and pissed everyone off! No one can protect you now!”
Chen Xiaobei was not the slightest bit troubled by what she said. Instead, he felt an urge to laugh.
“Did I ask you to protect me?”
Amasa Hiko’s lips twitched. “You ungrateful buffoon! If I hadn’t shown up last night, you would still be locked up!”
“Really?” Chen Xiaobei chortled. “Open your eyes wide and see that I don’t need your protection!”
“Fine! I’ll open my eyes wide to see you die!”
Amasa Hiko lashed out, boiling mad. He was on the verge of joining the others chanting for Chen Xiaobei’s death.
Swish!
Swoosh!
Two streaks of light sliced through the air, headed for Chen Xiaobei’s head. They wanted Chen Xiaobei dead.
“It’s too fast! I can’t even see it clearly! They really are the elites from Donchen Ittō-ryū!”
“That pompous fool is dead! He couldn’t possibly evade the katanas!”
“Pride comes before a fall! For coming to our country and insulting our land and stomping on our faces, he must die!” The group of moneybags shouted.
To most people, the speed of the katanas was approaching at a breakneck speed, blurry to the naked eye. It was as if in a blink of an eye, Chen Xiaobei’s brain would be sliced into pieces like a watermelon!
But to Chen Xiaobei, the katanas were like a pair of old man doing tai chi—they could not even pass as a probable threat.
Chen Xiao did not even try to dodge but said, “Destroy their cultivation and toss them out!”
Swish!
Swoosh!
Just as he had finished talking, both Tanaka Tsuyoshi and Cang Jingu who had been anticipating, sprang like two prowling leopards and attack them!
Slam!
Cang Jingu punched at them, and before the katanas hit the ground, his fist landed on one of the samurai’s Dantian.
Blargh…
Fresh blood sprayed from the samurai’s lips and he flew five meters away like a broken kite. Lacerations covered his Dantian; the bones inside shattered. It was completely destroyed!
Wham!
Cang Jingu picked up the samurai and threw him aside like he was a piece of garbage.
Whoosh!
Tanaka Tsuyoshi bent his fingers and turned into claws and under the burning True Kang, plunged into another samurai’s Dantian.
Rip!
Tanaka Tsuyoshi drew his hand back and taking a piece of flesh with it.
“Argh… Argh…”
Seemingly, the Dantian of the samurai was completely destroyed. The pain had caused to scream in a hysterical manner.
BAM!
Tanaka Tsuyoshi was no kind man. After destroying his cultivation, he jumped up and landed a kick on the samurai—sending him out of the garden. He might have lost his life because of it.
“My… Oh my god… How… How could this be…”
All the moneybags and samurais shook like a leaf, looking like they had seen a ghost as a sharp coldness ran down their spines.
