Starting with the Immortal Cultivation System, what can you use to fight me?

"Who is it? It's late at night, and you can't let me sleep? I have to go to work tomorrow!" Lin Han deliberately pretended to be impatient, but there was a hint of teasing in his voice.

Outside the door, Yamamoto Ichiro and Ono looked at each other, a hint of pride flashed in their eyes, as if they had already seen the scene of Lin Han kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

"Mr. Lin, we are here to apologize. We are sorry for what happened during the day. Please open the door and give us a chance to express our sincerity." Yamamoto Ichiro tried his best to make his voice sound sincere, but the conspiracy behind him was as winding as a poisonous snake.

"Apologize? I'm afraid it's like a weasel paying a New Year's visit to a chicken with ulterior motives!" Lin Han sneered in his heart, but remained calm on the surface. He slowly walked to the door and opened it.

"Oh, Mr. Ichiro Yamamoto, I'm flattered that you come to apologize so late." Lin Han had a harmless smile on his face, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, as if he could see through people's hearts.

"Haha... Mr. Lin, you are dead tonight!" Yamamoto's face suddenly changed, and he laughed ferociously, his eyes full of madness and cruelty.

"What...what are you doing?" Lin Han took a step back in feigned fear, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. He had anticipated this, but he maintained a certain level of surprise and caution on his face, as if this was truly beyond his expectations.

"Enough! Mr. Lin, stop acting for me!" Yamamoto Ichiro impatiently interrupted Lin Han's disguise. With a wave of his hand, several men in black quickly rushed out from the shadows and surrounded Lin Han.

"Hmph, you made me lose face in front of everyone during the day. Tonight is your doom!" Yamamoto Ichiro gritted his teeth and stared at Lin Han viciously.

Lin Han chuckled, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes: "Yamamoto Ichiro, do you think you can do anything to me with these rotten sweet potatoes and stinky bird eggs? You are too naive."

"Oh? What about me?" At this time, Abe Nakamichi walked in leisurely from outside the door, immediately looked Lin Han up and down, and then said with disdain: "Yamamoto-kun, are you sure he is a mind control type of psychic? Why do I think he is a kid who hasn't even grown all his hair yet?"

"Sir Sword God, don't be fooled by his appearance. This guy is a pig in disguise!" Yamamoto Ichiro said gritting his teeth.

"Oh? Really?" Abe Nakamichi narrowed his eyes slightly, seeming to be even more interested in Lin Han. He slowly walked in front of Lin Han, his powerful aura causing the air around him to freeze.

"Ichiro Yamamoto, is this what you rely on tonight?"

Lin Han's lips curled up into a faint smile, but his eyes flashed with a provocative light, as if he did not take the so-called "Sword God" in front of him seriously.

"Boy, let's not beat around the bush. Let's find a place to spar with each other." Abe Nakamichi raised a playful smile, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Sparring? Okay, but this place isn't very convenient." Lin Han looked around, a sly look flashing in his eyes. "Since you're so sincere, why don't we go somewhere else to avoid disturbing the peace of the hotel."

"Hmph, you're smart." Yamamoto Ichiro snorted coldly, then waved his hand to signal his men to get ready.

Lin Han smiled softly and walked briskly, as if he didn't care about the upcoming confrontation at all. He was the first to leave the room and head towards the hotel's back garden. There were few people there and it was secluded, perfect for settling this personal feud.

The night was dark, the moonlight was dim, and the trees in the back garden swayed gently in the breeze, casting mottled shadows. Lin Han stopped and turned, facing Abe Nakamichi and Yamamoto Ichiro who were slowly following them, with that indifferent smile still on his face.

"Let's go here. It's spacious enough and we don't have to worry about disturbing others." Lin Han said softly, his tone revealing an unquestionable confidence.

Abe Nakamichi nodded slightly, a flicker of approval in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper hostility. He slowly drew the katana from his waist, the blade gleaming in the moonlight, a chilling aura. "Since you are so confident, let me see how much you are capable of."

However, just as he was about to make a move, a deep voice suddenly rang out from the side: "Abe, your opponent is me!"

Before he finished speaking, a figure flashed out from the darkness like a ghost and landed steadily beside Lin Han.

When Abe Zhongtong saw the person coming, his face suddenly darkened and he said in a deep voice: "Bai Zhentian! It's you!"

Bai Zhentian, Xia Country's only peerless genius who mastered the art of swordsmanship, was known as the "Sword Saint." His appearance instantly brought the atmosphere in the back garden to a crescendo.

At this moment, Bai Zhentian was wearing a simple green shirt and holding an ancient long sword. Although the sword was not unsheathed, the sharp sword intent had caused the surrounding space to tremble slightly, and even the leaves seemed to have stopped swaying.

"Are you surprised? Abe, I have noticed your whereabouts since you entered the territory of Xia. Your disguise skills may fool others, but not me!" Bai Zhentian's voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Abe Zhongtong's heart.

"Hmph, Bai Zhentian, let's face off right here to see if your title of 'Sword Saint' is more worthy of the name, or if my title of 'Sword God' is more worthy of the name!"

"That's exactly what I meant." Bai Zhentian said calmly.

"Sword Master, what should we do with this brat?" At this moment, Yamamoto Ichiro, who was standing behind Abe, suddenly pointed at Lin Han, his eyes filled with resentment and resentment. He had thought he could use Abe's help tonight to avenge his previous defeat, but unexpectedly, a Cheng Yaojin appeared midway, and it was Bai Zhentian, a top figure in the Xia Kingdom's martial arts world.

Abe Nakatsu glanced at Lin Han, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Hmph, let this kid watch the battle from the side. It won't be too late to deal with him after we decide the winner." After that, his eyes were like torches, tightly locking onto Bai Zhentian, and the aura around him suddenly rose, as if to tear the night apart.

"Yes!" Yamamoto Ichiro had no choice but to respond unwillingly, but his eyes still flashed with resentment towards Lin Han.

Seeing this, Lin Han sneered in his heart, but remained calm on the surface.

"Advisor Lin, could you please find a relatively safe place to watch me fight him?" At this time, Bai Zhentian suddenly lowered his voice and said to Lin Han, with a hint of imperceptible concern in his tone.

"Ah? You know me?" Lin Han was stunned. He never expected that Bai Zhentian, who was known as the "Sword Saint", would know his identity.

"I'll explain this to you later. Find a place to hide first to avoid being affected by our sword energy." Bai Zhentian spoke concisely, his eyes revealing unquestionable determination.

"Okay, then you should pay attention to yourself! After all, you are still injured! Don't push yourself too much!" Lin Han reminded, then quickly went to the pavilion not far away and sat down.