I stormed down the mountain, took down all the big shots in the city, and the female CEO dragged me

"Please, sir!"

Huang Tianhao stood up and looked into the distance. Under the astonished gazes of everyone, Sen Yi walked in with one hand behind his back and his clothes fluttering in the wind.

He stopped on a tree branch, his toes resting firmly on the twig, and looked down at everyone present.

"How is this possible?"

Song Wenxuan exclaimed in surprise, "How can he fly?"

"Are you kidding me? The legendary lightness skill?"

He instinctively looked at Xu Yuan beside him, wanting an explanation, but saw that Xu Yuan's brows were slightly furrowed and her expression was not good.

Seeing Xu Yuan's expression, Song Wenxuan's expression became even more unpleasant.

Even Xu Yuan felt threatened; he must be a real expert.

Wang Ba lowered his arms, which had been crossed over his chest, looking as if facing a formidable enemy. He coldly stared at the appearing Mori, trying to figure out how he had done it.

He racked his brains but still couldn't figure out why he could fly, so he looked to Xu Yuan for help.

Gao Wenhao and Los were already speechless with their mouths agape in astonishment.

The old man with half an eyebrow had already made a shocking move.

This person's appearance has completely overturned their worldview.

"Is this even human?"

"Is everything you portray in your novels and on TV true?"

Do all Chinese people possess such abnormal kung fu skills?

Los felt waves of pain on his face, thankfully he had been beaten up in the ring yesterday.

If this happened in my own shopping mall today, wouldn't I be reduced to ashes?

Xu Yuan stared at the appearing Moriichi, squinting as he pondered how Moriichi had managed to do it.

Just like his master, Moriichi is clearly not on the same path as his master.

Master moved with the lightness of a swallow, without any deliberate effort, but although Mori could also walk on air, he still needed to rely on the power of tree branches and the wind.

It's not some kind of cultivation technique or formation that's inherent in his body.

Thinking of this, Xu Yuan breathed a slight sigh of relief.

If Moriichi had truly reached the level of a master, he wouldn't have been able to completely defeat me.

After enjoying the admiring gazes of everyone on the tree branch, Moriichi lightly touched the ground with his toes and slowly floated down into the valley, standing opposite the half-browed old man.

"Old sir, it's not easy to reach your level of cultivation."

Before I can make a move, you'd better run for your life.

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone could tell he had a Chrysanthemum Country accent.

"People from the Chrysanthemum Country?"

This instantly aroused dissatisfaction among everyone present.

Taking advantage of the situation, Wu Daotan spoke to Huang Tianhao in a sarcastic tone: "Brother Huang, the expert you invited is no ordinary person; he's an expert from the Chrysanthemum Country."

He suddenly slammed his hand on the table, startling everyone who turned to look at Wu Daotan.

"You brought in someone from the Chrysanthemum Country. Even if you win, do you feel honored?"

"Old Huang, this is definitely wrong of you," Li Zekai said softly. "It's fine that you sought outside help, but how could you choose people from Taiwan?"

"I, Li Zekai, am not a good person, but I will not collude with the people of Taiwan."

Huang Tianhao sat upright on the stool, picked up his teacup and took a sip. He could feel the strange looks coming from those around him.

The century-old feud between China and the Chrysanthemum Kingdom is ingrained in the bones of generations, something he had anticipated long ago.

"Are you afraid of losing?"

Huang Tianhao retorted to Li Zekai and Wu Daotan with a single sentence: "As long as he can fight, who cares what nationality he is?"

"If you're angry, why don't you kill him?"

He'll die here, and I won't utter a single unnecessary word.

"But what if you are no match for him?"

I just think you're envious of my skill level and trying to morally blackmail me.

Upon hearing this, Wu Daotan and Li Zekai had no temper whatsoever.

What they said isn't wrong, and criticizing them now makes it seem like they're afraid.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted and started cheering for the old man with half an eyebrow.

The old man with half an eyebrow furrowed slightly as he looked Mori up and down; the aura emanating from Mori was no weaker than his own.

Especially that leaping through the air just now, that's something that ordinary martial artists with true qi can't do.

I'll never be able to do half an eyebrow in this lifetime.

"Half-Eyebrow, you can be considered a master of China."

There's a saying in China: "Those who understand the times are the heroes."

Are you really going to fight me head-on?

Banmei remained unmoved, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes as he secretly gathered his strength: "It's not certain who will die yet."

Facing Moriichi, Banmei dared not be careless. He seriously spread his legs and assumed a fighting stance, making it look like he was giving it his all.

"Let's get started."

This is the first time since Half-Eyebrows appeared that he has taken the initiative to attack.

He could see that if he only focused on defense, he would never be a match for Moriichi.

The best course of action right now is to go on the offensive.

He murmured, urging his inner energy to surge forth. He simultaneously unleashed two powerful bursts of energy, which flew out in the blink of an eye.

"Are they finally going to use their full power?"

Mori chuckled lightly, his hair moving without wind, and slowly raised one arm, assuming a fighting stance.

"Come on, let me see your strength."

Upon recognizing the half-browed old man, Wu Daotan's fingers trembled slightly. Half-browed had been by his side every day, and he knew that this was the most dangerous moment for him.

He wanted to hit his opponent in one strike, otherwise there would be no second chance.

The veiled woman behind Li Zekai frowned, silently worrying for the half-browed old man.

She was no match for him; if the old man with half an eyebrow had used that move, she wouldn't have lasted a minute.

It's clear that even with all his strength, Banmei's attempt to defeat Moriichi wasn't easy.

"We've met our match this time."

Facing the double palm strikes from Banmei, Mori didn't retreat but advanced, throwing a punch.

The two forces collided suddenly, and the large tree that had grown there for decades snapped in response.

bang...

A muffled thud reached everyone's ears, and the half-browed old man flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the rocks on the hillside. He then tumbled twice down the slope before plunging headfirst into a clump of grass.

"teacher!"

Wu Daotan suddenly stood up and ordered his men to quickly check the situation.

The onlookers who had been shouting to kill Moriichi fell silent, and quietly lowered their raised arms.

"How could this happen?"

The previously dominant Mr. Half-Eyebrow was sent flying after only a couple of moves against Moriichi.

"Is this what your experts are like?"

With his hands behind his back, Sen Yi watched with a smug look as Wu Daotan's men helped the half-browed old man out of the arena.

"I told you long ago, a wise person knows when to yield."

It's not that he overestimated his abilities.

He glanced at Wu Daotan and Li Zekai, then looked at the crowd of onlookers.

"See? This is the master you all admire."

They can't even withstand a single move from me.

That's ridiculous.

Wu Daotan pressed his palms tightly on the table, looking at his arrogant appearance and wishing he could step in and fight him.

But he was no match for him either.

"Are we really going to use him?"

After struggling with his thoughts for a long time, he turned his head to look in the other direction and remained silent, like an old monk watching a commotion.

The old monk noticed his gaze and slowly raised his head.

This old monk was Wu Daotan's last trump card; he had set up this plan to prevent Huang Tianhao from using underhanded tactics.

It seems that only the old monk can do it himself now.

The two exchanged a glance, and the old monk stopped fiddling with his prayer beads, saying expressionlessly, "Amitabha."