Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 506 Someone's come to tear down the Zhonghua Pavilion again!
"Shopkeeper, bring me some wine!"

"Oh, Mr. Li, what brings you here?"

Upon seeing Ding'an enter the hall, the shopkeeper, who was behind the counter fiddling with an abacus, hurriedly came forward to greet him.

Setting down the wine jar on his back, Ding An patted it loudly and laughed, "The Nameless Seniors are having a great time drinking, so they asked me to fetch some wine."

"Oh dear! 'Knife Emperor' is such a figure, how can we let you come in person?" The shopkeeper hurriedly handed the wine jar to the waiter, and said with a smile, "We have to deliver it to him."

"What kind of status do I have?" Ding An sat imposingly at the door, his smile undiminished. "Just a wealthy landlord."

"Oh dear, you can't say that."

The innkeeper was very perceptive and served him a plate of braised pig's head, a plate of fennel beans, and a pot of Shaoxing wine.

"Master Li, please drink first. The wine vat is too big and we'll have to wait for it to be filled."

Ding An laughed heartily, picked up a fennel bean and looked at it, then suddenly said, "This fennel bean reminds me of the past. There was a young shop assistant who inherited Shao Yang's legacy and eventually developed into a martial arts family."

"Wow!" the innkeeper chimed in, "To receive Master Ren's inheritance is a blessing that one couldn't accumulate in several lifetimes!" Looking at Ding An, who was sitting by the door pouring himself a drink, he asked, "Master Li, the wind and sand are strong tonight, why don't you go to a private room for a drink?"

Ding'an chewed on the pig's head meat, staring ahead. Dark clouds filled the sky, thunder was brewing, and the air was filled with a stuffy heat. A hot wind blew in, carrying the pungent smell of earth.

"I'm not going." Ding An chuckled and downed his drink in one gulp. "Let's settle things right here at the entrance."

"Doorway?"

The shopkeeper suddenly realized what was happening and looked sharply towards the door.

Then they heard footsteps, the clinking of sword sheaths, and suddenly voices.

The wind blew and the trees swayed, making a rustling sound.

A group of Japanese people had arrived outside the door, holding torches that crackled and emitted the scent of pine resin.

They surrounded the Zhonghua Pavilion in dense rows. Although there were many people, not one of them made a sound. Everyone was calm and focused, and the atmosphere was solemn.

The shopkeeper saw a scene that seemed familiar, and then suddenly realized with a start: "Damn it! They're trying to tear down my Zhonghua Pavilion again!"

The thought that this place, which was clearly opened by the martial arts legend Wuming, was always being vandalized made him feel even more aggrieved.

However, upon seeing Ding'an sitting at the entrance drinking and eating meat, the shopkeeper thought to himself, "So Master Li didn't come in because he was afraid of damaging the tables and chairs inside? Or is he just being thoughtful!" He was momentarily dazed.

Suddenly, a figure stepped out from among the ronin, clasped his hands in greeting, and asked, "Is that the 'Sword Emperor' among the Three Fiends?"

Ding'an looked up and saw that the person who came was tall and upright with a cold and stern face. It was none other than the leader, Funakoshi.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Funakoshi gave a cold smile, slowly raised his hand, and showed his palm.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper asked curiously, "What does this person want to do?"

"Drink!"

Suddenly, Funakoshi shouted, his inner strength surged, and a phosphorescent light appeared on his palm!
"Hey!"

With a casual wave of his hand, Funakoshi caused the wine cup to split in two and fall to the ground.

That wasn't the end of it. Then, with a "crack," the thick wooden pole slowly tipped over, heading straight for Ding'an, who was sitting at the door drinking!
"Master Li, watch out!" The shopkeeper cried out in alarm as he watched the flagpole hurtle toward Ding'an.

Ding An didn't even look at it, and raised his prosthetic hand and twisted it in the air.

The flagpole seemed to be gripped by two invisible hands and twisted in the opposite direction. With a "crack," the flagpole exploded, and wood chips poured out like snow.

Upon seeing Ding'an's extraordinary skill, all the Japanese ronin were shaken and their eyes showed hesitation.

Na Chuanyue frowned and looked at Ding An. Their eyes met, and a glint of light appeared on his face. Suddenly, he laughed loudly, "Excellent! I didn't see Wuming, but I saw the Sword Emperor! Interesting, very interesting!"

He clasped his hands in a respectful gesture and said, “I am Tangte Funakoshi from Japan. I have just arrived in the Central Plains and have long admired your great name. I have taken the liberty of coming here to ask for your guidance!”

Ding An's gaze slowly swept across the crowd, and he said in a deep voice, "Japanese?"

"Exactly!"

Ding An sneered, "You've traveled a thousand miles to your deaths, how amusing."

"Sword Emperor!" Tang Te Funakoshi stared straight at him and said coldly, "The outcome is still uncertain."

Ding'an finished the Shaoxing wine in the pot and suddenly said, "It's going to rain heavily."

Tangte Funakoshi was taken aback: "What do you mean by that?"

Ding An laughed and said, "If I beat you all to death, it will be perfect for a downpour to wash the ground."

Tangte Funakoshi's face darkened, and he suddenly shouted, "Arrogant!" He looked at Funakoshi's body and demanded, "Where is your sword?"

"I left it at home." Ding An shrugged. "Who carries a knife when buying wine?"

"A swordsman who forgets his sword is committing a righteous death!"

"Mmm~" Ding'an ate the fennel beans, her smile unchanged.

Tang Te Funakoshi's gaze was fierce as he stared at his face: "You have disappointed me greatly. Without a sword, how much of a threat is the Sword Emperor?"

Ding An laughed and said, "Why don't you give it a try?"

Tangte Funakoshi stared intently at him and said coldly, "Fine!" He spat heavily and strode over.

Just then, several ronin rushed out from behind, shouting:

"The bigger the ship, the less need we need your 'Number One Martial Arts Master of Japan' to make a move! Let us deal with him first!"

"Li Ding'an, today is your death day!"

"on!"

"Avenge Lord Huangying!"

Tangte Funagoe's expression changed, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "A herd of deer!"

Just as they were shouting and cursing, they heard Ding'an laugh and say, "Well done!"

He stood up, his prosthetic hand behind his back, and blocked with his left palm.

Dang Dang Dang!
Several Japanese swords struck Ding'an's arm, sparks flew and the sound of metal clashing was deafening, but not a single white mark was left!
"Huh? How can he be so tough?" Everyone was shocked. Ding An raised his thick eyebrows, laughed loudly, and shouted, "Go back!" His palm sank slightly, and with a clattering sound, the Japanese swords turned into a pile of iron pieces as if they were made of straw paper.

Moreover, the violent force continued unabated, traveling along the hilt of the sword to several ronin.

Crackle!

The ronin cried out in unison, swayed twice in place, and fell down one after another, blood flowing from their eyes, ears, noses and mouths.

The remaining ronin turned pale and stopped in their tracks. Some of the more timid ones even collapsed to the ground with their legs giving way.

Ding An put one hand on his hip and shouted loudly, "You little devils, is this all you've got? You dare to cause trouble at the Zhonghua Pavilion?"

Tang Te Funagoe's eyes grew brighter and brighter as he stepped forward and exclaimed, "Excellent! Even without a sword, the 'Sword King' is still so powerful!"

Ding An stared at him for a moment, then laughed and said, "Are you the current 'Number One Martial Artist in Japan'?"

Tangte Funakoshi said in a deep voice, "Exactly!"

Ding An smiled coldly and slowly said, "Eleven years ago, Huang Ying died at my hands. But he was a true martial artist, a tough guy, and I respected him." His gaze was like a knife as he scanned Chuan Yue from head to toe, and he sneered, "And what are you?"

Suddenly, he took a step forward and grabbed at Tangte Funakoshi with his five fingers.

"What am I?!" Koute Funekoshi roared, his five fingers clenching together as he unleashed a devastating chop with overwhelming force. "You'll know once you've fought me!"

boom!
Ding An placed his hand on Tang Te Funakoshi's hand and gently pushed it forward.

Tang Tefuneko felt a surge of internal energy, thick and heavy, like a bronze wall being crushed. He immediately circulated his internal energy.

Unexpectedly, Ding An's push was a series of overlapping forces, numbering at least ten. Tang Shou Funakoshi deflected one force only to be met with another, leaving him barely able to cope.

Ding'an suddenly changed his palm into a fist and punched down.

"Southern Heavenly Divine Fist!"

The palm strike and the fist, delivered in succession, were of vastly different strengths and directions. Tang Te Funakoshi let out a muffled groan, his body suddenly shifting as his hand blade slashed towards the ronin behind him.

With a "snap"!
At night, a surge of blood erupted, and several ronin had their chests ripped open, their internal organs spilling out with a thud, and they immediately collapsed to the ground, dying a gruesome death.

Just then, Tangte Funakoshi suddenly felt a lightness in his chest.

But then Ding An darted into the crowd, raised his left fist and struck one person on the head, and kicked another person in the chest with his left foot.

Unexpectedly, these two were extremely skilled in martial arts. They dodged and closed in just a moment, then simultaneously lunged forward with their swords, their moves fierce.

Ding An roared, his left arm bursting into flames, and he grabbed a man by the neck, the burning flesh sizzling and the man's limbs flailing wildly as he screamed in pain.

Seeing another person thrusting a knife at him, Ding'an neither dodged nor avoided, but instead used his prosthetic hand to strike with his elbow.

"Clang!"

"Crack!"

Two sounds rang out simultaneously. The Japanese sword pierced Ding'an's chest, and shards of iron splattered all over his face. Before he could even scream, he was struck by the iron elbow, causing him to spit out blood and fly backward.

Ding An patted his chest and casually strangled the person in his palm. Looking up at the remaining people who had escaped, he suddenly appeared in the air like a large bird.

"What are you running for?"

Ding An laughed heartily. Before he even landed, he had already struck out with his palm in mid-air, sending up a cloud of yellow dust with a whoosh.

A mouthful of blood spurted from the mouth of the ronin running at the front, and he flew forward without uttering a sound.

The people nearby were shocked to see him fall more than ten feet away, his body limp and motionless.

Ding An landed gracefully, glanced at the group, and said, "Those who are greedy for life and afraid of death deserve to be killed even more!"

The group saw that he had a smile on his face, and his bare chest was as green as if it had been poured with molten copper, and he looked tough and imposing.

Terrified, he pleaded repeatedly, "Spare me! Have mercy!"

"Spare you?"

Ding An sneered, "If I spare you, will the cripple spare me?" As he spoke, he suddenly made a gesture with his prosthetic hand toward the flagpole post.

The wooden stake leaped out of the ground with a "bang" and shot into the air.

The ronin were so frightened they were out of their wits and screamed incessantly.

The wooden stake flew more than two zhang high, drew an arc, and crashed down on them. With a thud, the ronin were crushed by the stake, and after a few groans, they coughed up blood and died.

The flagpole was driven two or three feet deep into the ground, its roots firmly planted. It would be difficult to pull it out by hand, or even with a knife and axe. Let alone trying to pull it out of thin air and throw it into the air.

Such methods are simply inhuman!

"What impressive skills!" Tangte Funakoshi suddenly clapped his hands and laughed, striding over.

Ding An turned to look at him, frowning, and asked, "Why aren't you making a move?"

Tang Shou Funakoshi's voice was cold and hard: "They are cowards who fear death and are not worthy of my attention!" As he spoke, he placed his palms across his chest, "Consider the blood of these people my challenge to the 'Sword Emperor'!"

Ding An sighed and said, "The cripple was right after all. You all know small manners but lack the greater principles!"

Tang Shou Funakoshi sneered, "What nonsense about righteousness? I just want to fight to my heart's content!" With that, he unleashed his inner strength from both hands, and two powerful palm strikes wrapped around Ding An.

Ding An sneered and shouted, "Shopkeeper! Is my wine ready?" He waved his prosthetic hand, and the force of his palm was deflected back by the air shield.

Tang Shouchuan Yue's attack was swift as the wind, delivering a horizontal palm strike. However, the returning palm strike was imbued with Ding An's "Empty Cover" technique, resulting in a superimposed force. Although the palm strike was split open, its momentum did not diminish.

An invisible palm force spun in mid-air, like two slaps, striking his cheeks repeatedly.

Tang Shoufune shouted, feeling dizzy and his mouth tasted metallic. He staggered back a few steps and almost passed out.

At the same time, the shopkeeper's voice came: "Master Li, there are only five more ladles to go!"

"it is good!"

Ding An stepped forward and struck out with a palm, shouting, "In five minutes, I'll beat you to death!"
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P.S.: This isn't going to end!

I've been thinking about new worlds lately, and after some thought, I decided to look for suitable films in Hong Kong cinema to create outlines and detailed plans.

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