Gao Wu: You have science, and I have magic!

On July 27th, in the scorching summer day, the World Martial Arts Competition opened as scheduled.

After Ye Qingzhou, Huang Liwen and Zhu Jinfeng walked out of the hotel, they could see the Izumo police blocking off an area on the road in the distance. They were wearing uniform indigo uniforms with black revolvers on their waists, and some were waving batons to direct traffic.

Martial arts flourished, and the highest-level world-class events naturally attracted the attention of the entire Blue Star. This caused a large number of tourists from various countries to flood into the already crowded Kyoto, resulting in serious traffic jams.

In order to ensure the best experience for the contestants and dignitaries from various countries, Kyoto mobilized all the police forces that could be mobilized, and yellow cordons were directly set up in many places and sections of the road.

The car that came to pick up Ye Qingzhou was a black luxury car, but was stopped outside by the cordon. The White Tiger General, disguised as the priestess of the Palace of the God of Disaster, Huan Ji Misaki, rolled down the window and negotiated with the police officers on the roadside for a few times, and the police officers then opened the cordon and let him pass.

There are many similar luxury cars, all of which take exclusive channels directly to the racing track.

Originally, Huang Liwen and Zhu Jinfeng were going to be stuck in traffic with the school delegation, but now they got a ride in Ye Qingzhou's car. Looking at the cordons on both sides of the street, they felt how good it was to have power and influence.

Only at this moment did the two of them truly feel the various hidden benefits brought by the identity of Martial Saint.

Ye Qingzhou was very calm about this. After all, he was a special guest and ranked first on the kill list of the Tianjian Bureau of the Xiji Country.

No matter what, One-Eyed Nick would never allow himself to be stuck in traffic.

After the car drove into the competition venue, it parked in the dedicated parking lot at the entrance.

A large convoy also arrived at the same time. The convoy was also luxury cars arranged by the Izumo officials and equipped with exclusive reception staff.

The car doors opened one after another, and under the surprised gaze of Huang Liwen and Zhu Jinfeng, a group of martial arts masters with amazing aura walked out of the cars.

Some of them had extremely powerful aura, and the energy and blood emanating from their bodies soared straight into the sky, stirring up the wind and thunder.

It is now a little after ten in the morning. The sun is shining brightly, and the golden sunlight shines slightly on the metal shell of the luxury car, reflecting the shadows of the birds circling back and forth in the sky.

"This is the team from Europe!"

Among them, the two young men who walked down were the most eye-catching.

The one on the left was wearing a light-colored windbreaker and had very eye-catching blue-purple hair. That hair was not dyed, but was the result of practicing a technique with special properties. At the same time, his blood-red eyes and cold temperament all revealed his identity as a descendant of holy blood.

In addition, this person had a sword-shaped weapon wrapped in white bandages on his waist, which was faintly visible under the cover of his windbreaker. Although the sharp edge was not exposed, it still made people feel their hair stand on end.

On the right was a fair-skinned young man with a broad back and a sturdy build, over two and a half meters tall, and almost inhumanly strong.

He was wearing a black vest, revealing his two strong arms. White bandages were evenly wrapped around his arms, making them tighter and highlighting the muscle contours of his arms.

"One of the Europa's 'Three Stars', the world's third-ranked 'Star Swordsman' Lancius, and the world's fifth-ranked 'Hercules' Hurt!"

Zhu Jinfeng recognized the identities of the two people.

The Silver Grandmaster was the strongest person under the Martial Saint in Europe. Some of Europe's small allied countries were unable to train even one.

Therefore, it can be said that martial arts masters like Lanxius and Hurt are the foundation and cornerstone of the major powers on Blue Star.

At this time, the local martial arts schools of Izumo also began to enter. As soon as they got off the car, they were glanced at by Lancius and Hurt from the Europa team.

The Silver Grandmaster was able to shake the universe with his power. Wherever his eyes reached, the vital energy solidified. Suddenly, the contestants from the local martial arts school in Izumo felt a little dazed. On the left was a silver moon sword light that flashed through the air like lightning, and on the right was a towering sacred mountain.

Tetsuhiko Oyama of Shotokan-ryu reacted in the blink of an eye. He narrowed his eyes in fear, with a serious expression: "These two people have such strong momentum. This is a sign that they have walked out of their own path and are about to touch the 'Tao'..."

"The Three Stars of Europe are indeed worthy of being the core descendants of the top three martial arts schools in Europe. With such strength, if the Three Saints of Izumo do not come out, it will be difficult for all the masters to compete with them."

Since Izumo's spiritual backbone was broken, there have been basically no dazzling geniuses emerging in the martial arts world, and it is very difficult to preserve the previous style of inheritance.

Therefore, many people did not even have the courage to face Lanxius and Hurt, and secretly retreated in their hearts.

"Hahaha, welcome to Kyoto from the Holy Knights and the Mountain of the Gods. These two must be Lancius and Hurt, two of the three stars of Europa. I missed the chance to meet you two in the last World Championship. This time, we meet again."

Tsukahara Tadanobu laughed heartily and walked over.

"Master Tsukahara, I have also long heard of the great name of the Shindō-ryū swordsmanship."

The fair-skinned Hurt comes from the Mountain of Gods. Despite his seemingly rough physique, he has the civilization of an ancient country and is very polite.

Then Hutt's eyes swept over the group of people behind Tsukahara Tadanobu: "I wonder who these people are..."

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself."

Tsukahara Tadanobu leaned slightly to the side and enthusiastically introduced these local martial arts schools to Hurt: "These people are the elders and masters of various martial arts schools in Kyoto. They came here this time to participate in this grand event, the World Martial Arts Competition."

"This one is the master of Aikido, Takeda Toryu, this one is the elder of Shinkage-ryu, Yagyu Maruji, and this one is the master of Taisha-ryu, Marume Morio..."

"And lastly, the master of Shotokan-ryu, Tetsuhiko Ōyama."

"Humph."

Tetsuhiko Oyama snorted coldly to express his attitude.

The elders from other martial arts schools also had different expressions.

Some are lukewarm, some are clearly resistant, and some express goodwill with a smile on their faces.

All of this was seen by Lanxius and Hurt. It seemed that Izumo's process of moving from the East to the West over the years had not been smooth, leading to a lot of dissatisfaction in the country.

Simply put, Izumo, who was defeated back then, is now starting to feel dissatisfied again.

But this is just right. If they were all obedient, how could I find excuses to challenge the leaders of these major schools and accumulate a lot of merit?
Lanxius, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up. He glanced at the people several meters away with a cold look and said, "So you are the elders of the Kyoto martial arts school. When I first saw you, I thought you were old, weak, or disabled. The Izumo martial arts world is really going downhill, and each generation is worse than the previous one."

Lanxius' words were quite plain, without even a hint of sarcasm or emotional ups and downs.

But it was this calm tone that made it even more irritating, as if what he said was the truth.

Indeed, half of this group of people are already gray-haired old men, and the others are not young either. Among the young generation under the age of 30, there are not even a few masters, let alone grand masters.

But even so, the foundation of Izumo is still there. Under the Three Saints, the nine major schools have masters in charge. It is too much to say that they are old, weak, sick and disabled. Izumo is only weak in the eyes of the five major powers, but for other small countries on Blue Star, it is also a powerful country beyond imagination.

"you!"

Oyama Tetsuhiko was the first to react. He was known for his hot temper, and now he was even more furious when he was mocked: "Calling us old, weak, sick and disabled? Even if you have the title of Europa Three Stars, you are not qualified to humiliate our Izumo martial arts world like this!"

"On the contrary, you are so sharp-tongued at such a young age. Didn't your master teach you that when you go out, you should be more virtuous with your words?"

Other angry elders from Izumo’s local martial arts schools were also indignant: “Even if you are from the Holy Knights, young man, don’t be so arrogant!”

The people of Izumo were already very dissatisfied with the "world aristocrats of the old times" in Europe and wanted to get rid of the status of a defeated country in one fell swoop. Especially the old guys who had experienced the world war that year, they were even more hateful.

At this time, if there is any provocation, he will become furious and mad.

An old man behind Lanxius was about to step forward, but Lanxius quickly responded, "I'm sorry, I just participated in a few exchange competitions in Dongji Country not long ago. The martial artists there have a sense of vitality just by looking at their aura, which is completely different from the decadent atmosphere of the Izumo martial arts world. I was touched for a moment. Sorry."

He apologized but his facial expression didn't change, and the words he said made people's eyelids jump.

Shame!

So fucking mean!

Ye Qingzhou brought Huang Liwen and Zhu Jinfeng to watch the fun from the side and enjoyed eating the melons very much.

Is there anything more joyful than watching your enemies fight each other?

"Don't think you can speak without restraint just because you are from a famous family. You are far from qualified!"

"Dongji Country? Three years ago, my Kyoto martial arts community also went to the Magic City for exchanges and sparring, and both sides were victorious. How could there be such subjective and arbitrary nonsense as you said?"

Immediately, some elders from Kyoto's martial arts schools spoke out in rebuttal. They looked indignant and would never allow themselves to be belittled in this way.

Especially when they were told that they were not as good as the martial arts world of Dongji Country, it was like stepping on a cat's tail, making them instantly furious.

Lancius's expression did not change. He glanced at Tsukahara Tadanobu beside him, and then spoke again: "Since you all think you are strong, I will dare to challenge you. How about this as the final act of the opening ceremony?"

A sharp energy rose up into the clouds, filling the heaven and earth, like a peerless sword drawn from its sheath, with the sharp tip of the sword pointing directly at Oyama Tetsuhiko, Marume Morio and others.

The power shakes the universe and the sword sweeps away all the heroes!
Feeling the domineering and resoluteness in Lanxius' sword intent that swept across everything, the voices of the old guard of the Izumo martial arts world, who had been indignant just now, suddenly stopped.

Lanxius had a sharp eye and could see the cowardice in their hearts. He sneered and said, "Why are you all silent? Are you afraid?"

"Why don't you dare!"

Oyama Tetsuhiko responded toughly, but his eyes were looking at Tsukahara Tadanobu who was standing next to him without saying anything.

Although he is impulsive, he is not stupid.

What Lancius did was just the most despicable provocation. His challenge to everyone was probably related to some of Europa's recent plans. Even the current situation might have been planned.

In the martial arts world, older martial artists are generally embarrassed to attack younger martial artists.

But it can allow young talents who are also martial artists to actively challenge the masters and elders of many martial arts schools.

In this comparison, losing is quite normal, but winning may damage the reputation of the school.

Moreover, the more ancient the martial arts school, the more difficult it is to refuse this form of public challenge, otherwise its own reputation will be negatively affected to a certain extent.

Therefore, since Lancius and Hurt have come, they must be intending to challenge the Kyoto martial arts school.

Even if you don't accept the challenge today, you will be forced to fight sooner or later.

Tetsuhiko Oyama is quite confident in his own strength. Although he is over 50 years old, his physical strength has not declined and he is extremely experienced. It can be said that he is still in his victorious period. He believes that he will not lose to Hercules Hurt, who is also a Silver Grandmaster.

As long as both sides do not intend to fight for their lives, the worst result will be a draw, and they will not lose the game.

Immediately, a group of people headed towards the central arena.

There were more than a dozen of them, and they made quite a bit of noise when they walked.

Just as he passed by Ye Qingzhou and others, Lanxius, known as the "Swordsman of the Stars", suddenly stiffened and all the hairs on his body stood up in an instant.

He subconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand, turned his head abruptly, and looked at Ye Qingzhou with sharp eyes, meeting Ye Qingzhou's gaze.

At this moment, the surroundings became extremely quiet.

Lanxius felt dizzy, and his five senses seemed to be continuing to decline. The originally clear world was now blurring, and everything was fading. Only the pair of eyes that reflected the galaxy were still bright and shining.

At this moment, Lanxius was like a drowning man, his pupils were dilated, breathing was difficult, and his heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

He only felt that there seemed to be an illusion before his eyes. The colorful world was distorted and swallowed by an invisible black hole, and even light could not escape.

"Hey, Lancius, what's wrong?"

Suddenly, Hutt's voice came from the front.

It was like a wake-up call, which immediately brought Lanxius back to reality.

He took a deep breath, quickly closed his eyes and shook his head, and the feeling of suffocation and oppression gradually dissipated. The skin on his back was covered with cold sweat, which was now close to his skin, making him feel a chill.

Lanxius turned his head again to look at the place where Ye Qingzhou had just stood, but found that there was no one there, as if what had just happened was actually an illusion.

Only then did his mind relax, and the hand that had been tightly gripping the hilt of the sword opened slightly, but the white bandage on it was already wet with sweat.

Lanxius turned his head and looked around, only to find that he had fallen behind the team, and a few meters ahead, the group of people were looking at him. (End of this chapter)