Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

It definitely didn't take five minutes. Both of them were fast, and in less than three minutes, they had finished their exchange.

But Ye San had no objections.

He shrugged, a casual and relaxed expression returning to his face, brushed away the remaining pieces of cloth from his arm, and pursed his lips.

"Look, someone is speaking up for you."

"Uesugi Kiyoshi, right? It's a bit of a mouthful, so I'll just call you Kiyoshi."

"Ah Qing, your victory conditions weren't to break this old man's bones, have you forgotten?"

"Besides, it was at most a draw just now, you didn't lose, so don't get hung up on it."

Ye San's accent had a strong Jiangnan flavor, but there was no malice in it, just like an elder having a heart-to-heart talk with a younger person.

He seemed somewhat sentimental.

"When I was your age, all I thought about was being brave and fierce, having mastered all sorts of skills, thinking that I was second to none, and that I wouldn't submit to anyone."

"Want me to submit? Fine, beat me down first."

Even when I lose, I'll find a million reasons and think to myself, "If it weren't for this or that, I would definitely have won."

Ye San looked at Uesugi Kiyoshi, his eyes flickering with a hint of nostalgia.

"It's not just me; I've seen far too many young people like this."

"Young and impetuous, hot-blooded, fighting for every last breath."

As he spoke, Ye San gave a wry smile.

“I’ve learned this the hard way, and this is what happened to me – I can’t use my name, I can’t go home, I’m drifting in a foreign land like a rootless duckweed, and I can only drown my sorrows in alcohol every day and try to find joy in my suffering.”

Ye San patted Uesugi Kiyoshi's shoulder in a friendly manner.

"You are very good."

"Be neither arrogant nor discouraged; the younger generation is formidable and the future is promising."

"It's easy to admit victory, but it's hard to accept defeat wholeheartedly. This is a truth I only understood after I turned thirty."

Losing is just a loss of skill, but being unable to accept defeat is a loss of spirit.

"You are better than I was back then."

After saying these words, Ye Sancai suddenly came to his senses and smiled somewhat awkwardly.

"Look at me, I'm getting old, and I just like to ramble on."

"Since you survived under my command and made me look so pathetic, you win."

"If you're really struggling with this, then when you're done with your business, feel free to come find me for another match. I'll be willing to risk my old bones and have a serious chat with you then."

After saying that, Ye San chuckled softly, turned around and went back to the eaves, plopped down on a small stone stool, took a sip of wine with a satisfied look on his face.

Li Taisui, who was standing next to him, was all smiles and was about to say something to tease Ye San when Ye San preemptively struck.

"What are you laughing at? If you don't believe me, go up there and try it. You'll get the same result."

Li Taisui was rather dismissive.

"Hey, with that kid's rudimentary Bajiquan skills, Old Li could send him flying in three moves, making him pay respects to his ancestor! There wouldn't have been any of those later episodes!"

"Unlike you, you just let the water flow all the way home, it's so boring, so boring!"

Ye San squinted and retorted to Li Taisui without backing down.

"What? What deep-seated grudge do you have against that kid that you have to beat him to a pulp?"

"Are you senile? Do you want me to weigh him, or do you want me to kill him?"

"I think Fuyao is right. With your brain, you should drink less, or you'll get Alzheimer's sooner or later!"

Li Taisui's expression froze. He couldn't think of anything to refute Ye San. He opened his mouth wide and stared blankly for a moment. He turned to look at his daughter and was stung by her somewhat cold gaze. He hurriedly coughed lightly and straightened his expression.

He waved his hand dismissively, pretending not to care.

"Alright, alright, you're pretty good at kung fu, not just all talk."

"Old Li keeps his word!"

Li Taisui stroked his chin and turned to Ye San.

"How long has it been since those brats under your command have fought or seen blood? Can they even move?"

Ye San took a sip of wine and nodded.

"Don't worry, I train them whenever I have free time, and none of them have lost any skill. Just last month, I got a batch of firewood sticks from the Russians, so I'll equip them with those. They'll be able to handle the remaining clowns from the Dongwen family without any problem."

"Do you really think I have dementia?"

Li Taisui spat.

"Using firewood sticks? Do you want those cops to bother me to death? Just give them a few short dogs. Humph, when it comes to taking down that old bastard Dong Wenjue's lair, a knife is much more useful. The terrain there is too complicated."

After a moment of contemplation, Li Taisui spoke again.

"Alright, go gather the men. Same rules as before. If they come, their life or death is up to fate. Wealth and honor are in my hands. If they are incompetent and die or are crippled, I will support their family and ensure they live a worry-free life. If they don't come, I won't force them."

"Those who have families and are already engaged in legitimate businesses, anyone who dares to join in the fun, just break their legs and let them wake up."

He turned his gaze to Uesugi Kiyoshi.

"Young man, when do you want to make your move?"

Without hesitation, Uesugi Kiyoshi said, "There's no time to lose. Tomorrow night is Dong Wenyu's succession ceremony, so it's the perfect opportunity."

"Then tomorrow."

Li Taisui was even more resolute, without the slightest hesitation.

"Third brother, why don't you go there yourself?"

Ye San was about to nod indifferently when someone beat him to it.

"Father, I'll go."

Li Fuyao stepped forward, her smile somewhat strange.

Li Taisui frowned and said in a low voice, "Fuyao, this is not a spring outing. That old bastard Dong Wenjue definitely has a backup plan. Tomorrow's events may not be so simple."

"Very dangerous."

Li Fuyao's expression remained unchanged. She looked at her father and said earnestly, "Father, from childhood to adulthood, you and my third uncle taught me boxing, qi cultivation, and qi condensation. Did you just want me to be strong and healthy and to be a good girl?"

"I've seen murder and arson before, what are you worried about?"

Li Taisui wasn't the kind of person who was rigid in his thinking. After thinking for a while, he gradually came to agree with Li Fuyao's words.

This daughter has been mature and sensible since childhood. She is very organized and rarely does things she is not sure about. She must have her own reasons for making this request.

Li Taisui glanced at Ye San, and Ye San immediately understood.

"Fuyao, go if you want to. I'll go with you. It'll be fine."

Having received this promise, Li Taisui had no more worries and sat up straight.

"Then it's settled. If anything happens, just contact Fuyao. An old man like me won't interfere."

"Remember what you said and the promises you made!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi bowed and thanked him politely.

"Then this junior thanks the Grand Duke for his help. Do we need to sign a contract as proof?"

Li Taisui shook his head dismissively.

“A signature and a fingerprint are just empty words. What’s the use? Old Li doesn’t believe in that.”

"Rest assured, I, Li Taisui, am a man of my word and will never go back on my promise."

"But if you go back on your word and intend to abandon me after I've served my purpose..."

"hey-hey."

"Then I'll go get what you owe me myself."

Do you understand?

Uesugi Kiyoshi nodded neither humbly nor arrogantly, and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, Your Majesty."

"I hate people who break their promises the most in my life."

"In that case, please look forward to tomorrow's results."

"I'm not good at disappointing people!"

Chapter 105 Dragon Sparrow Terrace

Li Taisui finished his drink, sat on the stone bench, leaned against the wall, and squinted his eyes, slightly tipsy.

He waved casually.

"Then I'll look forward to the surprise you'll give me."

"Fuyao, go see the guests off."

His tone gradually lowered, as if he had fallen into a half-asleep, half-awake state.

Uesugi Kiyoshi exhaled a breath of stale air, feeling somewhat relieved.

He didn't have high expectations for the ordinary members of the Tai Sui Gang—even with firearms, it wouldn't be the key to victory.

Those "firewood sticks" and "short dogs" are probably slang, most likely referring to firearms.

Even so, it can only be considered icing on the cake at best.

But if Master Ye could attend...

That's a card that could turn the tide of an extraordinary battle.

Today's objective has been perfectly achieved.

Although he took a punch, he gained a lot. Putting aside everything else, in just a few minutes of fighting with Ye San, his understanding of the Thunder Blade deepened even further.

He now has experience on how to deal with opponents who excel in close-quarters combat the next time he encounters one.