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"What a damn jinx!"

"He clearly wasn’t up to it, yet he just had to jump out—asking for a beating!"

"Never thought this is what Yijing-ryu really was like, my horizons are truly broadened!"

"From today on, I’m afraid there won’t be any Yijing-ryu anymore!"

"I don’t think they’ll dare stay in Rejing after this."

"Let’s go!"

"No point watching, they already lost!"

"Go go go!"

...

With Miura Shinichiro’s defeat, almost everyone turned around and left.

They were disappointed, felt there was no need to keep watching.

Compared to the bustling crowds at Yijing-ryu’s gate the last two days, it was now especially desolate.

Only a mess was left on the ground.

Once people leave, the tea turns cold!

Miura Shinichiro’s painful screams only deepened that sense of desolation.

Some of the Yijing-ryu disciples even started packing up and leaving.

Some of the more loyal disciples tried to persuade Miura Shinichiro, wanting to take him to the hospital.

Some disciples even ran out with blades drawn, wanting to duel Yang Chen.

"Get back! All of you get back here!" Miura Shinichiro gritted his teeth, madness all over his face.

"Master!" Those people were unwilling to accept it.

"Shut up, all of you!" Although Miura Shinichiro’s body and mind had taken a heavy blow, he hadn’t lost his sanity.

"We lost! There’s nothing more to say! Pack up! We’re leaving this place!" Miura Shinichiro shouted in a deep voice.

He knew they couldn’t stay here any longer. From now on, even the name Yijing-ryu had become a disgrace.

Yang Chen looked at Miura Shinichiro, slightly surprised in his heart.

This man was a real schemer, a warlord type!

Yang Chen walked to the gate, took down the Yijing-ryu plaque, kicked it to pieces with one foot, then left with Imano Genso.

Miura Shinichiro stared deeply at Yang Chen’s back, unable to hide the hatred in his eyes.

So sooner or later, one day, he would take revenge! He definitely would!

"Go! To the hospital!" Miura Shinichiro shouted to his disciples.

A few people immediately lifted Miura Shinichiro, ready to leave.

Just then, a man in black blocked their way.

"Who the hell are you! Get out of our way!" a disciple shouted.

Smack!

That disciple was sent flying with a slap, slammed into the wall, his life or death unknown.

But the most important thing was, none of them saw the man in black move!

It was like the air itself had smashed into that disciple!

"Y-you... who are you..." They were terrified.

The man in black ignored them and instead walked up to Miura Shinichiro.

No one dared to stop him.

The man in black stared at Miura Shinichiro and said, "These injuries of yours will be very hard to heal."

"I know!" Miura Shinichiro said through clenched teeth.

Because of blood loss, his face was pale and his eyelids felt heavy.

"But I can fix them," the man in black said coolly.

"What!" Miura Shinichiro jerked his head up, a spark of hope flashing in his eyes as he stared at the man in black.

The man in black snorted coldly. "That’s nothing. As long as you’re not dead yet! Forget your tendons being severed—even if your spine is shattered, even if your head is cut off, as long as you’re not dead, even in those few seconds after your head comes off, if you run into me, I can still keep you alive!"

Miura Shinichiro was utterly shocked.

He thought for a moment, then slowly said, "What do I need to pay?"

"Haha!" The man in black laughed, then said to Miura Shinichiro, "You’re a smart one! I need your body! I can not only heal you, I can give you unbelievably powerful abilities! But the condition is you! I want you! You will swear eternal loyalty to me. No matter what I tell you to do, you must do it, even if it means dying! Even if it means killing your own child with your own hands! You still have to do it!"

Miura Shinichiro’s face changed slightly when he heard this.

That price was a bit too steep.

"Master, you..." A disciple tried to persuade Miura Shinichiro.

Smack!

That disciple’s head spun all the way around; he didn’t even have time to scream before he hit the ground, dead beyond dead.

Everyone who saw this couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath, a deep fear surging up in their hearts.

Miura Shinichiro also saw it, yet he still hadn’t seen how the man in black had struck.

At this moment, he understood: this was what true power looked like.

He thought of Yang Chen!

A wave of hatred surged up in his eyes.

"Fine! I agree!" As long as he could get his revenge, he was willing to do anything!

"Hahahaha!" The man in black laughed and said to Miura Shinichiro, "You’re a smart one!"

With that, the man in black grabbed Miura Shinichiro in one hand, casually lifting him up. "You lot, just go back to whatever you were doing! When he’s healed, I’ll naturally let him come back to you!"

As his words fell, the man in black hefted Miura Shinichiro and vanished into the night.

Only the remaining disciples were left, staring at one another...

...

Yang Chen left.

But he knew he wouldn’t get away that easily.

Imano Genso followed behind him, not daring to say a single word.

What happened today had dealt too heavy a blow to him.

After leaving that street, Yang Chen turned and walked into a small alley.

Then he stopped.

Imano Genso looked at Yang Chen in confusion.

This was a dead end, not a way out.

Yang Chen said calmly, "Come out. You’ve tailed us long enough."

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Five dark figures appeared on the surrounding rooftops, on the wall tops, and in various positions.

Yang Chen swept his gaze over them and said lightly, "You guys again?"

"Yeah. You’ve stirred up too much trouble and caused too big a scene, so we have no choice but to step in," Zhongjiang Yiye said coolly.

Yang Chen chuckled. "I kind of admire you guys."

"Hm?" The five of them all looked over in unison, a bit puzzled.

Yang Chen said, "As my defeated opponents, not only do you have the face to show up in front of me again, you even dare to do it in this way. I have to say, you’re pretty confident."

The five of their faces all changed at once.

"Mm... Saying you’re ’confident’ is putting it nicely. In normal terms, it should be... you all have... pretty damn thick skin!"

"Bastard!" Sakaguchi Yohji exploded with rage and was about to charge forward with a shout.

Zhongjiang Yiye stopped him, saying in a deep voice, "Calm down! Don’t lose it!"

He looked at Yang Chen and said, "You’re a smart man. You know what it means that we dare to show up again."

"Oh?" Yang Chen nodded. "True. I’m guessing you underwent some new experiment again, probably made you even less human than before—or maybe... you’re not human anymore?"

"You! I can’t take this anymore! I’m going to kill him!" Sakaguchi Yohji was boiling with fury!

Zhongjiang Yiye let out a cold laugh, slowly releasing Sakaguchi Yohji’s hand. "Honestly, you’ve really pissed me off this time! This time, we’re absolutely going to kill you!"

The five of them moved at once.

Yang Chen’s figure blurred; in a flash he snatched two katanas from Imano Genso’s hands, then shoved Imano Genso away with one arm, shouting, "This isn’t a fight you can be part of—run far away!"