Simultaneous travel: The group is about to be wiped out

Chapter 133 Return to the Mainland
Whoosh! ! !
A figure arrived at lightning speed and appeared in the arena, wielding a dark blue longsword. It was none other than Yamada Ichiro, the strongest swordsman in the island nation.

To guard against assassinations from the outside, he specially led a search party to the outside, but no one expected that despite having the strongest Yin-Yang master, Seimei, inside, the Emperor was still killed.

Looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground, the island nation's strongest swordsman trembled all over, and tears of pain flowed uncontrollably.

In just a short time, they killed more than a dozen powerful superhumans from the island nation. Without a doubt, the assassin's strength far exceeded expectations.

Nevertheless, Yamada Ichiro's angry gaze swept around, and he roared, "That man is definitely not gone yet! As long as we seal off the entire city, we will definitely find him and avenge His Majesty the Emperor!"

The roar subsided, but apart from the remaining few superhumans, no one present made a move, completely disregarding what the other party had said.

The officers in charge of the soldiers exchanged glances and then fell silent, staring at the Emperor's corpse on the ground, lost in thought.

Seeing this, Yamada Ichiro clenched his fists, feeling a chill in his heart. He suppressed his anger and spoke again, his tone carrying a hint of pleading.

"Gentlemen, at this critical moment, if we allow the enemy to escape, it will be a disgrace to our entire empire, so..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a middle-aged officer in charge. He frowned slightly, his face showing obvious displeasure, and his tone was serious.

"Ichiro-kun, who are you talking to? Don't you know you should use your job title when you're working? And you have no right to order us around. Do you think you can tell us what to do?"

Faced with the other party's rebuke, even though he could kill the other party with a single blow, Yamada Ichiro could only suppress his anger and respectfully reply with his head bowed, "Yes!"

If the Emperor were still alive, these people would treat him with great courtesy and would all try to curry favor with him.

However, after his patron died, his status plummeted instantly. Even as the strongest swordsman among the island nation's superhumans, it was all in vain. He posed no threat to the army, which is the tragedy of many superhumans today.

As the other party is a top-ranking military official, there's no need for them to be overly polite to me.

Not to mention he has family behind him, so the other party has no need to worry about him drawing his knife in anger.

Seeing Yamada Ichiro lower his head, the middle-aged military officer snorted coldly and ignored him, turning his gaze to the Emperor's corpse on the ground. Recalling the secret meeting a while ago, his eyes became complicated.

The Emperor always thought he had the situation under control, but in reality, he had never truly convinced anyone, whether it was the military, the financial groups, or the political establishment. Their alliance was merely a facade of obedience.

The prolonged war has severely damaged the country, and the most important thing now is to recuperate and rebuild.

Emperor Yamakawa Honda would never know that the people below him had long harbored resentment, but due to various factors, they had not shown it and had always remained respectful.

If he truly possesses miraculous power and can lead the empire to prosperity and strength, then his followers might very well become truly loyal to him and launch another war together.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do it. The world situation has changed. Major wars are unlikely to happen again, and the future trend is definitely development-oriented.

Peaceful development is the only way out for island nations, but this emperor is unwilling to take this path. He wants to make the country strong through war, which is a wrong path.

The more shrewd and ambitious a person is, the more easily they go astray. They all think, "If others can't do it, so can I." But unfortunately, the island nation no longer has the confidence to gamble with this ambitious emperor.

Looking at the lifeless Yamakawa Honda, the middle-aged officer breathed a sigh of relief. It was better that he was dead, so that they wouldn't have to resort to underhanded tactics and cause an unpleasant situation in the end.

In the end, the middle-aged officer waved his hand, making a perfunctory gesture: "Order that we begin searching for suspects, using this area as the center."

He also knew about superhumans. He knew that the assassin who could break through layers of protection and kill the Emperor along with a group of skilled Japanese fighters was definitely not to be underestimated. Even if he were to capture them, he would have to pay a price, with many casualties, which was clearly not worth it...

Meanwhile, inside a high-rise building in an island nation.

An elderly man sat on the sofa, sipping his tea and gazing at the huge window in front of him, seemingly lost in thought.

He is the leader of another political group in the island nation, and also one of the largest zaibatsu, Yamamoto Shinguchi.

For years, he had disagreed with the Emperor, but due to the Emperor's political power and the fact that the Emperor held the title, he had no choice but to resort to underhanded tactics.

dong dong! !
A rapid knocking sounded, and then a blond man in a suit walked in, looking horrified and panting heavily.

If Chen Feng were here, he would recognize that the other party was the one who issued the assassination order.

Seeing this, the old man frowned and reprimanded, "What's going on? Didn't I teach you to remain calm in the face of adversity and to be composed in the face of anything? Have you wasted all those time reading those classic texts from the mainland?!"

Faced with the teacher's reprimand, the blond man disregarded everything else, gave a wry smile, took out a piece of paper, and said:
"Teacher, the Emperor is dead, and according to the intelligence we've received, it's likely that the leader of the Tang Clan assassination organization personally carried out the assassination. Even with the Onmyoji Seimei here, none of the dozen or so skilled Japanese fighters survived..."

Upon hearing this, the old man, who had just taken a sip of tea, spat it all out with a "pfft," disregarding all manners, his face filled with shock.

No, what's going on? He knew about the assassination attempt on the Emperor, and he was the one who orchestrated it. Three hundred million US dollars is indeed a lot, but it's not too difficult for him to come up with it.

I only went to try my luck because I heard that the assassination organization had a 100% success rate in completing their missions, but I never expected...

Moreover, what shocked him was not that the other party had successfully completed the task, well, of course he was also shocked.

But what was most shocking was the efficiency with which the other party completed the task. It was too fast. Keep in mind that the task had only been issued for three days, and they were already dead.

This efficiency is among the best in the entire assassination world.

Forcing himself to calm down, the old man stretched out his hand and hurriedly instructed his disciple, "Hey, hurry up and transfer the money to them."

The man in the suit nodded and replied, "Don't worry, teacher. After verifying the information, I immediately instructed someone to transfer the remaining money."

"In addition, the military has also been informed that they will not make things too difficult for the other party; they will just send some people to make the arrest as a formality."

Then, as if remembering something, he paused, gave a wry smile, and said, "Actually, even if we didn't give them any warning, I doubt we could catch them with just ordinary soldiers."

The fact that the leader of the Tang Clan was able to kill the Emperor and more than a dozen skilled fighters despite layers of defense shows that he was exceptionally powerful.

With these thoughts in mind, the old man got up and went to the window. As if remembering something, he asked, "I remember you once mentioned that the Tang Clan's assassination missions, especially those involving presidents or high-ranking officials of major countries, are supposedly priced ridiculously high. Is that true?"

Upon hearing the teacher mention it, the man in the suit nodded and said definitively, "Indeed, that's exactly the case. The prices charged by some highly influential people are outrageously high. I'm afraid only a handful of people in the world can afford them, and those few people wouldn't use their wealth to hire assassins." "But the Tang Clan has also spread the word that they'll kill anyone as long as the money is right."

Hearing this news and gazing at the distant skyscrapers, the old man seemed to understand something. He smiled helplessly and sighed:
"Don't you understand yet? The other party is indeed very tactful in their actions, and is able to avoid offending those with extremely high influence. But unfortunately, our Emperor is not. Perhaps he is, but it is because of the identity of the country that he took on the mission."

"Heh, do you really think three hundred million US dollars can take the life of a country's president? According to intelligence, there is also a Tang Clan on the mainland. If nothing unexpected happens, the two are closely connected and are probably the same organization."

"And the leader of the assassins is from the mainland. The hatred between our two countries might be the reason why they accepted the mission..."

With his hands behind his back, watching the sunset on the horizon, the old man sighed, his eyes filled with a hint of bitterness.

"If my ancestors knew what I had done, they would probably not forgive me. As the head of a family who is loyal to the Emperor, it is simply unbelievable that I would pay an assassin to kill the Emperor."

"But I don't regret it. Times have changed. The island nation can no longer withstand war. Even if I bear the infamy afterward, I don't care. Send the notice down and convene a conference..."

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Meanwhile, at the airport in the island nation's capital.

Chen Feng, carrying a shoulder bag, strolled in leisurely, holding the three-colored meatballs he had just bought. He ate them one after another, enjoying the sweet and delicious taste that exploded in his mouth.

Unlike the ready-made products sold in stores, this handmade, freshly made treat has a unique flavor. It's topped with a layer of milk foam, which enhances its sweetness.

After scanning the surroundings, I found that the level of security was not very strict, with only some ordinary soldiers checking suspicious persons.

It's rather strange that there isn't a single superhuman among them. With just ordinary soldiers, they probably couldn't even detect ordinary assassins, let alone the Tang Clan's assassins and superhumans.

This is enough to show that the island nation did not attach great importance to this matter. And thinking about it, that makes sense. Times have changed. The current policy is a parliamentary system, which is known to the general public as a constitutional monarchy.

With his pre-prepared plane ticket and passport in hand, he easily bypassed the soldiers' inspection and boarded the departing plane.

From arriving here to leaving, it only took two days in total, which is quite efficient.

After getting off the plane, Chen Feng did not choose to return to Yinqiu, but instead took a train towards the mainland.

Before carrying out the mission, they had already received a message from headquarters, namely the Tang Sect on the mainland:
Someone from above is coming; come back here.

It's simple and straightforward, but it reveals quite a bit.

It's simply that the higher-ups found out about the Tang Clan's activities abroad, and then they made a visit.

The current situation is not good. The Tang Clan in China is hardly receiving any missions now. After all, most of the Quanxing members are dead, and they dare not easily take action against others, since this is a society governed by the rule of law.

The transformation is almost complete; the transition into a martial arts school went smoothly, and the first batch of students has been successfully recruited and training and selection have begun.

This move is a win-win situation, as it allows them to collect tuition fees while also serving as a screening tool.

Charging tuition is only reasonable, since the martial arts taught by Tangmen are incomparable to ordinary martial arts on the market. Their effects on strengthening the body are far superior, attracting many people.

After boarding the train, I followed the signs and headed forward to my business class seat.

Although it's called business class, there's not much difference, except that the seats are a bit more spacious, the seats are a bit softer, and the service is a bit better.

Of course, there was no such thing as a business class seat in those days, and even VIP-like seats were rarely available on trains.

This train connects two countries and is usually frequented by wealthy merchants. So, in order to serve them and incidentally make money, a special carriage was naturally designed.

After Tangmen made money, Chen Feng naturally wouldn't mistreat himself; the money he earned from one mission was more than enough to buy a train.

Sitting in their seats, everyone around them was very quiet, reading books or newspapers, or handling their business...

Chen Feng sat down, closed his eyes to rest, and waited for the train to start.

After carefully examining the surroundings, he subtly moved his fingers and activated his double-handed technique. His blue hand secretly began searching for the soul of the Yamata no Orochi.

After the assassination was successful, I took away the soul of the Yamata no Orochi. Now that I have time, I can search through its memories.

After being burned by the White Flame, the Yamata no Orochi remained unconscious and extremely weak.

The search was very easy with his dual hands, and memories began to surface. This was the first time Chen Feng had ever searched the memories of a monster that had lived for a long time.

After a long while, Chen Feng let out a soft breath, a strange light flashing in his eyes. White flames appeared in his hand, and he crushed the useless soul directly.

The memories in the other party's mind are not very useful to oneself. Apart from killing and eating people, the only useful thing is to make oneself more aware of the situation in ancient times.

This Yamata no Orochi was originally a ferocious beast from the mainland that had become a spirit. It liked to eat people and accidentally ate a descendant of the Zhuge family.

As a result, the ancestor of the Zhuge family, Zhuge Liang, personally took action, using methods to destroy his physical body and burn his soul.

Due to its special abilities, the Yamata no Orochi's soul survived by chance, but it was subsequently hunted down by the Zhuge family.

At that time, the Zhuge family truly produced many talented individuals, with quite a few mastering the Samadhi True Fire. Forced by circumstances, the Yamata no Orochi had no choice but to flee to the island nation.

After arriving in the island nation, Orochi realized the hardships he had endured before. Here, without powerful superhumans, he could run rampant and act tyrannically without restraint.

However, several hundred years later, due to an accident, he encountered the founder of the Yin-Yang School, the first generation Seimei. He summoned all the Yin-Yang Masters and sealed him under the ancestral home at the cost of all their lives, instructing his descendants to guard it for generations...

It's worth mentioning that Orochi called this era the Age of Dharma's End...

(End of this chapter)