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

In the world of Japanese martial arts, aside from Iga Gen who was absent, the five most renowned grandmasters are Tamura Naoyoshi, Takeyama Daichi, Kikume Ennosuke, Ito Osamu, and Takekakuda Eiji.

They were all killed!

The remaining two masters of karate and judo were already terrified by that demonic figure.

Their faces were ashen, their bodies trembled violently, their eyes were unfocused, and they couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance.

"Murder...murder!"

"He's a devil! He's a devil!"

"Run! Run!"

The more than 3,000 Japanese onlookers were completely devastated!

Screams, cries, vomiting, pushing and stomping... all mixed together.

The previous morbid "pride" and "legal sanctions" have long been crushed by fear.

Looking at the bloody, hellish scene before him, Li Chenzhou felt no ripples in his heart, only a sense of satisfaction and revenge.

"If this battle were fought on the land of China, if these three thousand onlookers were fellow Chinese... to witness this scene, to see Chinese martial arts so overwhelmingly annihilate the Japanese pirate master who once invaded our land... how triumphant and exhilarating that would be! How exhilarating that would be!"

Li Chenzhou took a step forward.

It was as if I had been cleaved in two by an invisible blade!

The densely packed crowd erupted in an uncontrollable panic.

All hatred, all clamor, all the false claims of "legal punishment" were crushed under the shadow of death.

Their bodies were stiff, their faces pale, and they instinctively and desperately pushed and shoved to both sides, tearing a passage through the crowd to the main gate.

No one dared to take a step forward!

No one dared to utter a single curse!

There were only heavy, suppressed breaths, the clattering of teeth, and the thick, oppressive fear and humiliation that permeated the air!

Li Chenzhou strolled leisurely and disappeared outside the gate.

Behind him, only the deathly silent lecture hall remained, the pervasive stench of blood, several pools of mangled flesh, and a body whose martial spirit had been utterly shattered—

A land of spineless dogs!

……

Kyoto, Japan, deep within a cherry blossom garden.

Fallen cherry blossoms, like blood, carpeted the mossy path.

A man dressed in a black kimono, around forty or fifty years old, looked at Iga Gen, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, with a mocking smile on his lips.

"Iga-kun, you are so calm."

Xuan Yang's voice was deep and somber. "The five grandmasters were beaten to death, and the entire Japanese martial arts world was trampled into the mud by that Chinese man named Li Chenzhou. For the next ten or twenty years, our Yamato samurai will be unable to raise their heads or stand upright in front of Chinese martial artists. And you, the self-proclaimed 'Number One in Real Combat,' Iga Gen, are here... meditating?"

The passing of these five grandmasters signifies a gap in the top-tier strength of the Japanese martial arts world.

Those so-called "seeds" are nothing more than tender sprouts in a greenhouse; they won't amount to anything without a decade or two of growth.

This disgrace will be etched in the history of Japanese martial arts.

Iga Gen remained seated cross-legged like a stone Buddha, his expression as still as a deep well.

"So what? Genyo-kun, what our Yamato people have in abundance is the resilience to endure hardship and bide our time. As long as we live, there is hope of turning the tide. To knowingly go to our deaths is not bravery, but foolishness."

"Oh!"

Gen-Yang sneered, "Only with a courageous and diligent heart, and by acting with utmost caution, can one climb to the pinnacle of martial arts. Iga-kun, you only remembered the second half of 'acting with utmost caution,' while casting aside the courage and diligence. Constantly cowering and enduring, clinging to your pitiful mental state, your future in martial arts will ultimately be limited!"

He was ruthless, tearing away the fig leaf of Iga Gen's "forbearance" and pointing directly to his cowardly nature.

Iga Gen, enraged, glared at Genyang with a sharp, lightning-like gaze: "Genyang! I admit your level is higher than mine! But we walk different paths, so why stand here and engage in lofty discussions, belittling others to elevate yourself? If you truly possess the courage and diligence you claim to have, why not personally take action and kill Li Chenzhou?"

His retort was just as sharp as a knife.

The initial brilliance vanished quickly, and Iga Gen swiftly regained his composure. "Everyone says I'm Japan's number one fighter in actual combat, but that's just an empty title. The true number one has always been you, Genyo! Back then, the top fighter in the military, if it weren't for that accident… the one who should bear the responsibility for the honor and disgrace of the Japanese martial arts world today is you, Genyo, not me, Iga Gen! You are the one who should be standing in the Kodokan, facing Li Chenzhou!"

He pushed the empty title and pressure of "Japan's number one fighter" back onto Genyo.

Genyo is a name that resonates throughout the Japanese martial arts world!

He was once the top military leader and single-handedly created the "Black Dragon Society," which dominated East Asia and wielded immense power.

If it weren't for that "disappointment" many years ago, which led to the decline of his power and the forced disbandment of the Black Dragon Society, forcing him to go into hiding, how could the title of "number one in actual combat" have fallen to Iga Gen?

His strength is truly unfathomable.

Faced with Iga Gen's provocation, Gen's face showed no anger, but instead a smile.

"Iga-kun, your attempts to provoke me won't work."

Gen-Yang's voice was calm. "Do you think I'm like Takeshi Tamura or Naoyoshi Tamura, those old fogies who only have the courage of a fool and are obsessed with saving face? Foolish!"

He took a step forward, his wooden clogs crushing a few cherry blossoms.

"In martial arts training, a courageous and diligent spirit is fundamental, while techniques are like walking on thin ice. The fundamentals cannot be abandoned, but techniques... can be adapted."

"I am well aware that, in terms of martial arts, I may be stronger than those old ghosts, but facing Li Chenzhou, who can kill Tamura with a single palm strike, a head-on confrontation would also lead to certain death."

Gen Iga asked, puzzled, "What...what do you want to do?"

Genyo's smile widened. "What for? To take action, of course! But not to go to the Kodokan to die. Iga-kun, why do you think I've come to see you today?"

Before Iga Gen could answer, he continued, "The disgrace of the Kodokan is a disaster, but also an opportunity! An opportunity... for me, Genyo, to regain control! The people's anger needs to be vented, and the nation's dignity needs to be restored! Whoever can do this will regain unparalleled prestige and power! This is my chance to rebuild the Black Dragon Society!"

Iga Gen understood instantly.

A chill ran straight up to my head!

He exclaimed, "You want to use the military and police... to deploy... heavy weapons? You're going to ambush Li Chenzhou on the coastline?"

He saw right through Xuan Yang's plan—to gain the greatest political capital in the most unsportsmanlike way.

"Brilliant!" Xuan Yang straightened up, his smugness undisguised. "Troubles that martial arts can't solve will be solved with the power of this era. As long as we can eliminate Li Chenzhou, this major threat, and wash away the national shame, who cares about the process? History is written only by the victors! The people only need a heroic outcome!"

After saying that, Xuan Yang turned and left.

Immediately following was a statement that resonated deeply:

"I hope you will carefully consider my words today, Iga-kun. When the banner of the Black Dragon Society is raised again, I hope you will lend your full support and not disappoint Genyo!"