Covering the Sky: I Prove the Great Dao Through the Gate of Immortality

The muscles under Iga Gen's eyelids twitched slightly.

"What does a title matter? What does face matter?"

"You want me to appease public anger and confront that evil god for a hollow title of 'number one'?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

An overwhelming and unwavering determination erupted.

"That would be suicidal, utterly foolish. For decades I have walked on thin ice, and all the resources I have accumulated, all my devotion to martial arts, will be lost."

"The desolation and meticulous planning of the first half of my life will all turn to dust."

The wind howled in the courtyard, swirling up even more fallen cherry blossoms.

Iga Gen opened his eyes, and deep within them, there was no longer any confusion or struggle, only a cold and resolute determination, almost like that of a martyr.

"infamy?"

"Condemned by all?"

"Stab in the back?"

A slight, mocking smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

He sees things too clearly!

"Let them curse." Iga Gen brushed the cherry blossom petals off his sleeve with a gentle yet resolute gesture, severing all ties.

"I, Iga Gen, have endured humiliation and hardship, all for... to reach the summit!"

He closed his eyes again, his mind sinking into silence.

It was as if the raging storm outside the courtyard had nothing to do with him.

His seated figure exuded an almost tragic and aloof air.

What he endured was the humiliation of the entire nation!

What he's after is the pinnacle of martial arts!

How many people can understand the choices involved?

……

Kodokan (Lecture Hall).

Iga Gen avoided battle, but Li Chenzhou didn't care. For him, whether the opponent was defeated or fled, he could accumulate his invincible momentum.

He set his sights on the Kodo Gymnasium.

Inside the preaching hall, three thousand hostile gazes were focused on it.

Li Chenzhou walked with heavy steps, and with each step he took, the floor beneath his feet seemed to be unable to bear the weight.

The noise was deafening, filled with profanity, the typical island nation's stubbornness, and hysteria.

"Chinese people! Go back home!"

"How dare those filthy warriors of Shenzhou step onto the sacred grounds of my Great Japan?"

"Master Iga simply disdains to fight you! You're only fit to be a stepping stone for Master Tamura and his ilk!"

"Kill him! Wash away the shame he brought with his blood!"

"Hang his body in front of the Yasukuni Shrine! Let all the people of China see the consequences of provoking the Empire!"

Li Chenzhou slightly raised his eyelids, his gaze like two bolts of cold lightning.

A Tai Chi "witness account"!

The spirit and blood are highly concentrated, and the will bursts forth.

hum-

The dozens of the most vocal and spittle-flecked warriors in the front row felt as if they had been struck hard in the chest.

His blood rushed to his head, his face turned deathly pale, and he staggered backward, like a duck being choked, unable to utter a sound.

The menacing crowd of thousands was dispersed by Li Chenzhou's gaze.

The grand hall fell into a deathly silence; you could hear a pin drop.

One person, one glance, and he captivated the aura of three thousand people.

Such mastery of martial arts spirit and cultivation is simply incredible.

The fervor on the faces of the people faded, leaving only fear, as if they were being gripped by an invisible hand.

The crowd parted, and several figures slowly emerged.

The leader, Takeshi Takeda, dressed in a kimono, bowed deeply, his posture so humble it was almost unbearable.

Yet, deep within his gaze lay a chilling, piercing coldness.

"Your martial arts are divine, unparalleled in the world. In a one-on-one fight, none of us can withstand a single blow. We have heard that you once defeated Dan Jin in three battles in Hong Kong, your power is unmatched. Today, do you dare to allow us old men to join forces and, with our flesh and blood, experience your peerless martial arts?"

Before the translator had even finished speaking, the air was tense, like a fully drawn bow.

Li Chenzhou's gaze was calm, with a hint of indifference.

join forces?

It's nothing more than banding together for warmth; in the end, they're just a bunch of worthless creatures.

He just wants to die!

"Can."

A single word, heavy as iron, struck the hearts of everyone present with a suffocating feeling.

The humiliation that was forcibly suppressed, like a powder keg that had been ignited, erupted in a more distorted way after a brief period of silence.

"Master Wujiao! Master Tamura! Kill him! Uphold the honor of Yamato martial arts!"

"Lord Kikume! Tear his throat apart with your demonic claws!"

"Takeyama-kun! Break his spine!"

"Slay! Slay! Let him see the true spirit of Bushido!"

"Chinese from China, you're dead! The Grandmasters will grind you into mincemeat!"

The filthy waves roared.

Li Chenzhou stood with his hands behind his back, his figure as sturdy as a pine tree or a mountain, unmoved by the filthy noise.

The extreme noise contrasts sharply with his extreme tranquility.

Moved!

On the left, a short figure shot out like a ghost, tearing through the air.

Kikumu Sarunosuke!

His five fingers were jet black, his nails like iron hooks, and he carried a pungent, sweet, and sinister wind that seemed to pierce Li Chenzhou's throat.

Ghostly Yin Bone-Penetrating Needle!

This is a sinister martial art that combines Poison Sand Palm with Bone-Penetrating Acupoint Strike, concentrating its power into a single point to specifically break through external martial arts techniques.

Behind them, Zhushan Dazhi exhaled and made a sound like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

"ha!"

His spine arched like an angry dragon, his muscles and bones taut like steel wire, and his power exploded. Zhu Shan cleaved down with a palm strike as fast as lightning.

The palm strike sent a howling wind through the air, accompanied by a piercing crack, as it aimed directly at Li Chenzhou's cervical spine.

A pincer attack from both sides, cunning and ruthless!

Seal off all room for dodging and maneuvering!

Both of them unleashed a deadly strike that encapsulated their life's martial arts skills.

Li Chenzhou remained motionless, his palms embracing the Hunyuan (primordial energy), one in front and one behind.

It appears to be a slow, circular motion, but in reality, it is as fast as lightning.

His muscles and bones resonated, and his blood and qi surged like the Yangtze River! His palms shot out without wind or waves, yet they contained boundless power condensed to the extreme.

Emperor Taizu's Long Fist, seated on the Golden Throne!

This move captures the imperial grandeur of Emperor Taizu of Song, Zhao Kuangyin, who sat regally on the golden throne, receiving the homage of all nations.

At this moment, Li Chenzhou unleashed his fist, infusing it with his spirit and intent, truly embodying the phrase "My body is the golden palace, impervious to all force."

With both palms thrusting out, the force was contained yet not revealed, but it arrived first despite being delayed.

boom!

boom!

Two muffled explosions rang out, without any shockwaves, purely a collision of strength and vital energy.

Left palm against the ghost's claw!

The moment Kikume Ennosuke's five fingers touched Li Chenzhou's left palm, it was as if he had struck a black iron drill bit.

Click!Click!

With a sharp crack, the five fingers, along with their metacarpal bones, were instantly twisted and deformed, shattering inch by inch.

An immense, unmatched force surged along his arm, crashing back like a raging tide.

He could only let out a half-sounding groan before blood gushed from his mouth and nose. He was sent flying backward, crashing into a weapons rack and his fate was unknown.

Zhushan Dazhi met the impact head-on, and his entire body was as if he had been hit head-on by a charging elephant, slamming heavily onto the hard floor.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood and his face turned ashen.

His right arm hung limply at his sides, clearly completely useless!

One glance!

Two peak-stage Core Formation cultivators, one crippled and the other on the verge of death.

The scene was bloody and shocking.

"impossible!"

"Monster! He's a monster!!"

"Kikume-kun! Takeyama-kun!"

The frenzied roar instantly turned into a scream.

The crowd, who had just been clamoring for "shattering the jade" and "crushing into mincemeat," now only showed extreme fear on their faces.

incredible!

Faith collapses!

The martial arts monument in their hearts was as fragile as rotten wood under the palms of these Chinese.

This is no longer a difference in skill, but an overwhelming crushing force.

Some women even lost control of their bladders on the spot, whimpering and looking terrified.

The burly men who had been shouting the loudest were now pale-faced, their legs trembling, and they shrank back.

The Yamato people's inherent nature of bullying the weak and fearing the strong, being fierce like wolves when things are going well, but cowardly in the face of adversity, was fully exposed at this moment.