"On October 23rd, on the top of Wutong Mountain, a battle of life and death!"
As the night grew darker, Xue Ruyi, Wang Dongshan and the others sat together at the Nanling Military League headquarters, frowning as they looked at the letter of battle.
"Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru personally took action."
Xue Ruyi looked at Ye Fan on the sofa and said:
"It seems that Ling Qianshui means a lot to him. Otherwise, why would he go out and start the fight in person?"
After all, Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru is one of the top ten sword masters. He has disciples all over the world and has also trained ten masters of the mysterious realm. If he didn't hate him to the core, how could he fight with his juniors to death?
Ye Fan smiled lightly: "I thought the old guy was bluffing, but I didn't expect that he really wanted to fight me."
He felt that he had underestimated Ling Qianshui's value.
Wang Dongshan said hesitantly: "President Ye, you shouldn't accept this challenge."
Ye Fan smiled and said: "Is Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru so scary?"
"Although Miyamoto Taimamo has not made a move for many years, he mostly teaches swordsmanship to his disciples. When he became a sword master, he was only a master of the profound realm..."
Wang Dongshan exhaled a long breath:
"But after so many years, no one knows how far his cultivation has reached."
"He's only been able to train ten masters of the Mysterious Realm, but he still hasn't fallen out of the top ten sword masters. His worst skill is probably at the Great Perfection of the Mysterious Realm."
"Maybe, maybe it's because of the small achievements in the environment..."
When he mentioned the realm of the earth, there was a hint of trembling in his tone. When he entered the realm of the earth, he was a martial arts master, a person who could establish a sect.
Looking at the whole of China, there are 1.5 billion people, excluding the old monsters who have never been born, there are less than ten realm masters on the surface.
The Thirty-Six Presidents of the Martial League are also considered heroes, but none of them, including Huang Feihu, have advanced to the realm, which shows how difficult and terrifying the realm is.
Huang Tianjiao also knew something about Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru, and looked at Ye Fan with the same concern:
"I heard that more than 20 years ago, the underground world of Yang Kingdom was in chaos, with chambers of commerce fighting for territory every day. It could be called the Warring States Period of Yang Kingdom."
"In order to end this situation, Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru single-handedly killed seventeen bosses in a row and defeated all thirty-six masters in the underground world."
"He integrated nearly a hundred chambers of commerce into one organization, named it the Sakura Group, and asked his eldest disciple Chiba Jinxiong to control it for him, thus ending the chaos in the underground world."
She added: "That's why Miyamoto Tajima Mori is not easy to mess with."
"What is easy to provoke and what is not easy to provoke? Wutong Mountain is in Nanling and is our territory."
Shen Dongxing banged the table and shouted: "Take the letter of challenge, put Tajima Miyamoto on guard at the top of the mountain, and then seal the road."
"Then there are hundreds of people ambushed on the top of the mountain with hundreds of shotguns. I can't kill them with spray."
Tonight at the Nanling cocktail party, Shen Dongxing followed Ye Fan and was enjoying the scenery, and his morale was high. He couldn't bear to hear such depressing words.
Huang Sanzhong also echoed: "That's right, we have many people, guns, and knives. Who cares about Miyamoto Hashimoto, just kill him with random swords and guns."
"Be a little rougher and plant some explosives on the top of the mountain. Brother Fan can blow up Miyamoto to death without even showing his shadow."
He had already regarded Ye Fan as his idol, so he did not allow Tajima Miyamoto to overpower Ye Fan.
"Are you out of your mind?"
Huang Tianjiao cursed angrily: "This is a battle, a battle has been made, and a decisive battle is to be fought openly, and victory cannot be won by conspiracy."
"Don't say that it's difficult for people like Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru to stab you in the back. Even if we have the chance, we can't use dirty tricks. The entire martial arts world will stab us in the back."
"Once word spreads, not only will the Nanling Martial League be criticized by many people, but President Ye's reputation will also plummet."
"And if you don't have a plot to kill Tajima Mamoru Miyamoto, and he hides in the dark and launches a shameless sneak attack on us, how many people can stop his assassination?"
"I'm afraid that nearly ten thousand people will be killed by him and their blood will flow like rivers."
Huang Tianjiao saw clearly: "So in this battle, we must either fight it to the bitter end or reject this challenge."
Huang Sanzhong and Shen Dongxing scratched their heads. Huang Tianjiao seemed to be right. Reputation didn't matter, as long as Miyamoto was not killed, the consequences would be disastrous.
Ye Fan looked at Huang Tianjiao with a little more approval in his eyes, feeling that she was much more mature than before.
"President Ye, I think this challenge cannot be accepted."
Xue Ruyi's pretty face also became serious: "President, don't feel embarrassed. Miyamoto, a figure who has been famous for decades, bullies you, a newcomer, which is not kind."
"If you refuse this fight, no one will say you are cowardly. After all, this is bullying the small."
"On the contrary, if you accept the challenge, some people will say that you are out of your mind and do not overestimate your capabilities."
Like Wang Dongshan, she couldn't see Ye Fan's realm, but thinking about his age and performance, he was at most the peak of the profound realm, and could touch the great perfection of the profound realm.
The Great Perfection of the Mysterious Realm, Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru's lower limit, Ye Fan's upper limit, this battle is completely unwinnable.
Wang Dongshan echoed: "President Ye, let me revise my book and refuse this battle."
Ye Fan sat up slightly: "What? Are you afraid that I can't beat Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru?"
He didn't know how powerful Miyamoto was, nor what his level was, so he thought he could still handle it.
"President, that's not what I meant. I just think there is no need to challenge."
Wang Dongshan smiled gently and said: "You have a high and powerful position, so you should maintain your identity no matter what. You can't just accept a challenge from anyone."
Shen Dongxing changed his mind: "Yes, if he can't accept the challenge, who is he? He will challenge whoever he says he will challenge."
"Miyamoto dares to make fun of Brother Fan. Brother Fan, challenge his disciples, such as Chiba Yui, every day. See if Miyamoto is willing to let them challenge."
He shouted at the top of his lungs: "I'm going to make a list of his disciples, and then issue a declaration of war one by one, and make old Miyamoto angry to death."
"President, take a step back and the world will be brighter."
Xue Ruyi looked at Ye Fan with clear eyes: "The temporary patience is for a better victory."
"President, if you are fighting against Miyamoto now, your winning rate is not high, but as long as you refuse this fight and grow up for three to five years, you will definitely be able to defeat Miyamoto."
"Why should we impulsively fight with Miyamoto?"
"Perhaps he just knows that you are growing up badly, so he is eager to strangle you. We can't be fooled."
She said seriously: "President Ye, think twice!"
President Wang also looked for steps: "The main purpose of our martial arts practice is to cultivate one's moral character and strengthen the body, not to fight and kill in a vicious manner. Why bother with Miyamoto?"
"This is so false."
Ye Fan stood up and looked around at everyone: "Although practicing martial arts is not for fighting and killing, it is not better to be a turtle with a shrunken head."
"Miyamoto Tashima has already stepped on his head, and declared a challenge in front of so many people. If we don't fight him back hard, how can the Nanling Martial League continue to thrive in the future?"
"Even if they are nine thousand years old and can understand our situation, the ten thousand Nanling descendants will still be unable to hold their heads up."
"It doesn't matter if you lose, the worst thing you'll be afraid of is that you won't even have the courage to fight."
"This is not the spirit of the Nanling Martial League. At least, this is not the case with the Nanling Martial League in my hands."
