If you ask what is the most sensational thing in the international underground world right now, everyone will give the same answer without hesitation:
The battle between Lin Hongyuan and Ying Yue!!!
Yes, this battle is no longer an internal competition within China, but a shocking battle that affects countless mutants and elites around the world.
Everyone is eager to witness this super showdown that is rare to see in a century, so mutants, strong men, and elites from all over the world are gathering towards the Himalayas.
Suddenly, there was a heavy flow of people and heavy traffic, and the pressure on the Himalayas scenic spot increased greatly.
Time passed slowly, and unknowingly, two days passed quietly, and there was only one day left before the competition.
However, there are so many people gathering in the Himalayas.
They climbed up one mountain after another and headed towards Mount Everest. The towering snow-capped mountains and the extremely cold weather could not resist people's enthusiasm.
Most of the people who are qualified to come here are mutants, and they are also the leaders and backbones of various forces, and their strength is not weak.
The harsh environment on Mount Everest is nothing to them.
In the end, strong men from all over the world gathered on Mount Everest, and then formed a hierarchical echelon, each standing in the corresponding position.
The masters of the mythical realm stand around the top of Mount Everest.
The Grandmaster is located below the top, halfway up the mountain.
As for mutants below the level of Grandmaster, they can only move further down.
The levels are clear and well-proportioned, and are directly determined by strength.
Halfway up the mountain, where the masters were standing, a group of masters from Japan gathered together and whispered.
"Whoever wins must die!"
Yagyu Madan's eyes were fierce: "Only his death can wash away the shame of our Japanese martial arts world!"
"Although the winning thief is extremely hateful, his strength is extraordinary. Now I'm worried that Lin Hongyuan won't be able to kill him!"
A trace of hatred flashed in Miyamoto Emon's eyes, but he was more worried.
The other masters sighed. Although they wished to cut Ying Yue into pieces, they still recognized Ying Yue's unparalleled strength.
"Everyone, please cheer up. Lin Hongyuan is ranked third after all. Since the gods are ranked like this, there must be a reason for it. There is a big gap between the third and fifth places!"
"Well, let's wait and see!"
"The winning thief deserves to be killed! He deserves to be killed!"
Around the top of the mountain is the area where the mythical masters are located.
Many myths gathered together and talked in low voices.
Chinese, Japanese and other myths from all over the world formed a circle, sometimes looking at the top of the mountain, sometimes talking.
From the Chinese Mythology Camp, Elder Jingmen, Elder Xuanwu, Elder Qizang, Bai Yanzongfeng and others gathered together with solemn expressions.
"How well do you know Lin Hongyuan?"
Bai Yan asked curiously.
"I don't know much about him! I just know that he is very powerful!"
Elder Jingmen shook his head slightly: "I heard that he stayed in the Lin family's small world for 30 years. His strength... must be very strong!"
Elder Qizang and Elder Xuanwu were both silent. They knew little about the small world of the Lin family and knew that it was a place where gods fell.
Being able to stay for 30 years shows Lin Hongyuan's strength.
"How does that compare to Brother Yingyue?"
Bai Yan, the worshiper, asked quickly. He was only a worshiper of the dragon group, not an elder, so he didn't know as much as the three elders of Jingmen.
"Amitabha!"
Elder Qizang nodded slightly: "We don't know, we will know after a comparison, but none of the three of us are Lin Hongyuan's opponent!"
"Even Xuanwu is no match for him?"
Bai Yan didn't seem to believe it and looked at Elder Xuanwu.
Elder Xuanwu smiled bitterly: "He is ranked higher than me, how can I be his opponent?"
"Amitabha, Donor Lin is a genius. His talent is no worse than that of Zhentian Gong. The Lin family is so lucky to have him!"
At this time, another sound of Buddha's chant was heard. Everyone turned their heads and saw that the speaker was a monk.
"Master Demi!"
Everyone nodded. The master in front of them was Master Dejian, the only remaining eminent monk of the De generation in Shaolin Temple.
"Master Dejian, are you willing to be inferior to me?"
Bai Yan was somewhat disbelieving and asked, "You and Lin Hongyuan have never competed before. How can you admit defeat so easily?"
"Donor Bai is wrong, it's not that he has no comparison!"
Master Dejian lowered his eyebrows to his chest and sighed: "A few days ago, Benefactor Lin came to Shaolin and had a battle with me!"
"How's the battle going?"
“Who loses and who wins?”
Hearing this, everyone was shocked and asked quickly.
"The result is self-evident. Naturally, the old monk lost!"
Master Dejian sighed: "Donor Lin has completely inherited the mantle of Lord Zhentian, and he is even better than his predecessor. With only 10 moves, the old monk was defeated."
"10...10 moves?"
Everyone took a breath, their faces full of shock.
Master Dejian is the most powerful myth in China.
Whether it is the three members of the Dragon Group, Bai Yanchong, or other hidden mythological masters, they all consider themselves no match for Master Dejian.
But such a tyrannical master of Dejian couldn't catch Lin Hongyuan's 10 moves, so how powerful must he be?
"10 moves...Oh!"
"What a despairing news!"
Elder Jingmen, Elder Xuanwu and others smiled bitterly and remained silent.
"Hahaha, Ying Yue is dead this time!"
At this moment, several Japanese people came over and laughed happily: "Now without us taking action, Ying Yue will definitely die."
When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but frowned and turned to look. Their expressions suddenly changed slightly. Aren't these the Yin Masters of Japanese Onmyodo? They are also here?
"Hmph, the traitor Ying Yue killed my disciple. I originally wanted to kill him, but I didn't expect someone to get there first. Huh, it gave him an advantage!"
An old man with a skinny face said secretly.
"Old ghost from the Nara Mountains, you still want to kill Ying Yue?"
Elder Jingmen sneered again and again: "With your little strength, you are not afraid of being beaten to the shit by him?!"
He knew the old ghost he was talking to. He was the Supreme Elder of Onmyodo in Nara, Japan, and a great Onmyoji.
"Jingmen, don't show off your power of words. If you have the ability to fight with me, do you dare?"
Nara Yamano became angry and shouted angrily.
"I may be afraid of others, but I'm not afraid of you, the Nara Mountains!"
The Jingmen elder chuckled and said: "How do you want to fight, single-on-one or group fight? Just let your horse come over, why should I be afraid of you?"
"you……"
Faced with the provocation from the Jingmen elders, Nara Yamano couldn't help but burst into anger. Just when he was about to respond, a shrill sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded in the air, which suddenly attracted everyone's attention.
Everyone followed the sound and saw a figure coming from afar. Suddenly, it reached the top of the mountain.
Then he turned around and looked around. After he seemed to find no opponent, he sat down cross-legged, just sitting on the snow.
