Beautiful CEO’s Top Martial Expert

Chapter 524: Chapter 522 Bai Zhixin Takes Action (Sixth Update)

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The man with mid-stage Gang Qi Realm strength spat out fresh blood as his body flew out, coincidentally crashing onto Cangye Erlang and knocking him to the ground. Cangye Erlang couldn’t help but let out a scream of agony.

”Brother Xiao is formidable indeed, I had not expected your strength to be so formidable!”

Song Chenbo’s eyes were filled with shock as he looked at Xiao Yifeng, and even Ou Yanhong showed a hint of surprise in his gaze towards Xiao Yifeng.

”Get up for me!”

The pale-faced Cangye Erlang, who was pressed to the ground, yelled out. The other Cangye Clan members quickly lifted the man off him and then helped Cangye Erlang to his feet.

”Damn Chinese, you have thoroughly enraged the Cangye Clan!”

Cangye Erlang looked at Xiao Yifeng with a ferocious expression and roared.

”So what?”

Xiao Yifeng sneered coldly, completely unbothered by the threat.

”What’s going on?”

At that moment, Bai Zhixin and Xiao Han appeared at the scene, arriving next to Xiao Yifeng.

Cangye Erlang caught sight of Bai Zhixin, and his eyes revealed a strong lustful gleam.

”What a beautiful chick. Kid, she’s with you, isn’t she?”

Cangye Erlang glanced at Bai Zhixin, then looked at Xiao Yifeng.

”Is that any of your business?”

Xiao Yifeng responded coldly.

”Kid, if you hand over this woman to me to have some fun for a few days, and then kneel down and kowtow to admit your wrongs, I might let you live a few more days. Otherwise, I will have the Cangye Clan’s strong ones kill all of you Chinese.”

Cangye Erlang’s tone was chilling as he spoke.

Upon hearing Cangye Erlang’s words, Xiao Yifeng’s gaze sharpened, and just as he was about to speak, a sword light shot out.

Immediately, Cangye Erlang was blasted away, with a deep sword wound appearing on his body. He lay on the ground, spitting out fresh blood, his breath extremely weak.

Bai Zhixin’s expression was cold at that moment, her right hand holding a chilling longsword. Clearly, she was the one who had struck with the sword just now.

”Young Master!”

”Young Master!”

Seeing the deep sword wound on Cangye Erlang bleeding profusely, the faces of those from the Cangye Clan were filled with deep concern. They quickly helped him up and rushed outside.

”Miss Bai, I didn’t expect you to strike so ruthlessly. You didn’t kill him with that sword, did you?”

Song Chenbo said to Bai Zhixin, somewhat taken aback.

”He won’t die!”

Bai Zhixin said with an indifferent tone.

”You really know how to cause a scene. Now we’ve thoroughly offended the Cangye Clan. There might be big trouble coming our way; I need to think of a way to deal with this.”

”You all should rest up. Don’t miss tomorrow’s competition, and avoid causing more trouble. After all, this is Japan, not China; if something happens, we’ll be alone and without support.”

Xiao Han said in a stern voice to everyone.

In a hospital room in Kyoto, Kameda Isao, his face half-wrapped in bandages, lay on the bed with a middle-aged man standing beside him—short in stature, somber-faced, and with eyes full of sinister intent. It was Kamedayaguchi, the Vice President of the Black Dragon Club.

”Father, you must avenge me. I want that kid dead!”

Kameda Isao spoke with anger and a hint of whistling through his words. His facial expressions, aggravated by anger, pulled at the wound on his face, causing him to cry out in pain.

”Son, rest assured, I will not let him go. Not only did he cause you such great harm, but he has also caused our status in the Black Dragon Club to plummet. I will never forgive him.”

Kameda Isao’s eyes shimmered with a cold glint as he spoke in a somber tone.

In Kyoto, within a room of a mysterious building,

a middle-aged man wearing a black robe was drinking sake while another man knelt before him.

”Do you really think this will unravel the secret of the Sharira?”

The man asked the middle-aged man who was sipping sake.

”I don’t know, but we’ve been studying for so long and still can’t unlock the secret of the Sharira, to harness the power within. We might as well let the Chinese try,”

the middle-aged man said softly, swirling the sake in his hand.

”Keep watch, and let me know if someone from the Chinese Buddha Sect shows up!”

the middle-aged man ordered in a deep voice.

”Yes!”

The man nodded.

The next day, the morning sun bathed the land of Japan in its warmth.

In Kyoto’s largest Bushido Hall, a large crowd had gathered, numbering in the hundreds, and media and journalists from various Asian countries were amongst them.

This year’s Asian Elite Competition was being held right here.

Representatives from ten countries in total participated in this elite competition, all significant powers within Asia.

Because the prize offered by Japan is the Buddhist Treasure Sharira, legendary for enhancing one’s strength, the countries sent their best young talents for the challenge.

The objective was not only to seize the Sharira but, more importantly, to demonstrate their nation’s strength.

The purpose of this elite competition was to compare the strengths of the participating countries, which in previous years had been dominated by the three strongest in Asia: Goryeo, Japan, and China.

By nine o’clock in the morning, Xiao Yifeng and the others had already gathered in the hall, with representatives from the other participating countries also present.

”Sure are a lot of people here!”

Song Chenbo said, looking around at the packed hall.

”The contestants sent by the other countries are several times stronger than before!”

Xiao Han remarked after scanning the individuals from the other countries.

”What’s there to fear? However strong they are, they’ll ultimately fall to us. This time I will surely claim first place and bring glory to our nation!”

Ou Yanhong declared with brimming confidence.

”Be careful your boasts don’t backfire!”

Song Chenbo said with a chuckle.

”We’ll see about that!”

Ou Yanhong retorted with a huff, and went off to take a seat.

”Your toughest opponents will be those five sent by Japan. They’re offering the Sharira as a reward, and as they’re the hosts, they won’t let the first place go easily.”

”Moreover, in Asia, the only martial arts strength that can rival ours comes from Japan, with several powerful young fighters. They’re likely to send a few of their best to compete, so you can’t afford to underestimate them,”

Xiao Han cautioned, his expression grave.

”Don’t worry, Uncle, you don’t need to be too concerned!”

Xiao Yifeng reassured with a smile, appearing relaxed from start to finish, as if he had no worries at all.

At that moment, a group emerged from the side of the hall, several men in suits exuding an air of authority, among them five young men in samurai attire, clearly the elite youths sent by the Japanese side.

The young man at the forefront had a stern face, holding a katana in his crossed arms, his eyes filled with a rebellious spirit. A sharp aura emanated from him, deterring anyone from approaching too closely.