My Arrogant Young Lady

Seeing their enemy so easily defeated, the four Jonin beside Wang Yu laughed. They suddenly vanished into thin air and reappeared beside Kim Sang-woo. After saying a few words to Kim Sang-woo, the four cold lights in their hands instantly fell.

"Get lost!" Enraged, Kim Sang-woo's strength was no less than theirs. He had already reached the peak of the God-level expert, only one step away from becoming a master above the gods. In a flash, he drew his short sword and glared fiercely at their falling katana. Then, Kim Sang-woo kicked one of the Naruto ninjas, sending him flying.

Meanwhile, I had already hidden under the desk where Jin Xiangyu was practicing calligraphy. Wiping the sweat from my brow, I quickly took out my phone and called Tong Jialing'er. "Big cousin, a fight has broken out! Wang Yu and Jin Xiangyu are fighting. Have An Yao and the others arrived yet? If they have, tell them to come and rescue me quickly." I glanced at Jin Xiangyu, who was struggling against four Naruto ninjas, and said to Tong Jialing'er, "Also, rescue Jin Xiangyu as well. Oda Seiji has already made his move. He's trying to devour the entire world."

"Okay, I'll come save you right now." Tong Jialing'er hung up the phone.

Just as I put the phone in my pocket, I saw two more figures slip under the desk. I glanced at them, and their expressions changed drastically. Then, Wang Yuebai shushed me, and pleaded pitifully, "Young Master, please take us away. This Wang Yu is a cruel demon. My father and I have suffered so much these past few days with him. And now he's been controlled by Oda Seiji, he's become Oda Seiji's man. We don't want to be brainwashed by Oda Seiji, we want to leave with you."

Wang Yuebai and his son Wang Huan are truly hateful; I've always disliked them because they tried to harm me. But seeing their disheveled expressions, I couldn't bring myself to scold them anymore. So I said to them, "You two be quiet. The three of us will hide here. Besides being skilled in close-quarters combat, An Yao is also an expert in various weapons. They'll be here soon, so let's hide for a while and avoid getting hurt."

"Okay." After hearing my words, Wang Yuebai's eyes darted around, as if she was thinking about something.

"You old scoundrel, you wouldn't have come up with some kind of trick to harm me, would you?" I asked in surprise after thinking for a moment.

Wang Yuebai and his son remained silent, lost in their own thoughts. Suddenly, Wang Huan lightly wiped his face, instantly transforming into an ordinary person's appearance. Wang Yuebai, however, smiled and said to me, "Young Master, the Wang Yang family head actually escaped from Aurora's clutches a month ago. Because Aurora's whereabouts have been exposed, Oda Seiji has moved up his plan to unify the world. Now, they have split into several groups and are heading towards the Ye family, the four major families in the country, Shaolin, Wudang, and other top forces in the world. The Li family's prince, the Li family's princess, and the Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise—they are all masters above the gods. Furthermore, they have used scientific methods to clone the genes of the strong, cultivating a large number of god-level masters. This world is about to be swallowed up by them; our Wang family will become insignificant compared to them."

"If fate allows, I hope we'll have a chance to meet again!" With that, Wang Yuebai and Wang Huan suddenly rushed out from behind the desk where we were hiding. Then, Wang Yuebai overturned the desk, shouting, "Seventh Prince, your elder brother is here! He's the head of the Wang family! Seize him! Seizing the Wang family is like seizing half the world!"

"Wang Yuebai, you old scoundrel!" I never expected that Wang Yuebai would realize that our Wang family was in grave danger, and he actually wanted to run away. He used me as bait, planning to use me to attract his attention and escape with Wang Huan.

Upon seeing me, Wang Yu's face immediately broke into a smile. The Yin-Yang Master beside him gave a sinister laugh and whispered in Wang Yu's ear, "Guild Master, it seems we've had a great harvest this time. If we can capture Jin Xiangyu of Taiji and the head of the Wang family, our dream of unifying the world shouldn't be too far off."

After hearing the Onmyoji's words, Wang Yu merely smiled slightly. Then, he looked at me and Jin Xiangyu with disdain and coldly said, "Show me your skills and let this game end here."

"Alright!" The Onmyoji smiled and nodded gently.

With a single glance at the people fighting amongst themselves in the office, the Onmyoji suddenly smashed open the wall behind him. The wall was now a passageway. He then casually tossed aside Kim Sang-woo and his men. Next, he produced a talisman, his face heavily made up with white makeup, and revealed a sinister smile.

When Wang Yuebai and Wang Huan glanced at the talisman in the Yin-Yang Master's hand, their expressions immediately turned even more grim. This talisman was somewhat similar to the yellow talisman that Wang Huan had taken out that day, but it was also quite different.

He glanced at the talisman in the Onmyoji's hand with a look of utter horror. Wang Yuebai muttered to himself, "An Onmyoji of the caliber of gods or higher... perhaps only the Wudang Sect Leader can rival him..."

"Father, let's go quickly. If he sets up a barrier, we'll never be able to leave." Wang Huan grabbed Wang Yuebai and ran towards the elevator, frantically pressing the buttons on it.

As the elevator doors opened, Wang Huan and his son Wang Yuebai immediately fled inside. At the same time, the Yin-Yang Master lightly flicked his finger across the talisman. Instantly, the talisman ignited, and the atmosphere on the entire twenty-second floor became eerie. I, too, caught a whiff of a strange fragrance. It felt as if I had entered a dream.

The LED lights overhead dimmed instantly, and then everything around me went dark.

It was a formation! I had actually fallen into the grand formation set up by that Yin-Yang Master. Not only could he use talismans like Wang Huan, but he could also casually set up grand formations like Leng Yan and Han Xin.

The surroundings grew increasingly dark, and Kim Sang-woo, his men, and I seemed to be trapped in endless chaos.

Suddenly, a huge light appeared before us, and a cold wind whistled around us. A young samurai slowly appeared before us. The young samurai was dressed in Japanese armor, and a dragon horn grew from his disheveled white hair. He had only one arm, and his entire body was covered in blood.

The Onmyoji slowly appeared behind the young samurai, his face painted with white makeup, giving us a strange smile.

They could already feel the murderous aura, ferocity, and brutality emanating from the young samurai. Sensing danger, everyone immediately grabbed their samurai swords and charged towards him, yelling as they went.

However, Kim Sang-woo was already deathly pale with fright. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and shouted to everyone, "That's the demon of Rashomon! That's an illusion array set up by an Onmyoji! No, no...!"

But by the time Kim Sang-woo finished speaking, it was already too late. The young warrior seemed to be chanting some incantation, and suddenly slammed his palm hard into the ground.

In an instant, a black beam of death light spread out in all directions. When the beam passed through me, I couldn't help but cough up blood and fly away.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw everyone had collapsed. Only Kim Sang-woo remained. He looked at his men scattered on the ground, slumped down, and knelt on the floor with a thud, tears streaming down his face…

Chapter 301 The Great Battle with Wang Yu

At this moment, I was completely enveloped in chaos. On the ground lay all of Kim Sang-woo's fallen men; before me stood only the Onmyoji and his young samurai henchman. The young samurai, though handsome, had an extremely ferocious and ruthless expression. He seemed like a god of death, wishing he could kill everything in the world.

And I was completely shocked.

Onmyoji, this profession is truly terrifying. His Taoist arts are similar to Wang Huan's, but his level has reached above that of the gods. Although he is not skilled in martial arts, his abilities surpass even those of martial arts masters.

At this moment, I couldn't help but think of what Leng Yan had told me.

Different paths lead to the same destination. Ultimately, no matter what skill we cultivate, we are all cultivating immortality. Whether it's Taoist arts, formations, or the Onmyoji's ability to summon shikigami, these are all means to become powerful.

But I cannot lose. If I fall to Wang Yu now, I will have no chance to recover. Wang Yuebai has already told me. Oda Seiji's men have already launched an attack on us from several directions. They will take down the Ye family, the four great families, Shaolin, Wudang, and even our Wang family. His goal is to unify the world; he is a demon king with a dream of ruling the entire world.

If I only lost to Wang Yu, who was merely one of his subordinates, then what right do I have to fight him?

Thinking this, I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and struggled to my feet. Then I looked at Kim Sang-woo; I knew he was my last hope. Wang Yu's target was Kim Sang-woo; he would kill him, seize his Tae-gi, and thus control the entire Korean gang system, fulfilling his dream of world domination. I absolutely couldn't let Oda Seiji succeed; I had to take Kim Sang-woo away. As long as Kim Sang-woo was in my hands, Oda Seiji would have no way to take over the Korean gang system.

Thinking of this, I immediately stumbled and ran towards Kim Sang-woo. Then I grabbed Kim Sang-woo and pulled out a pistol from my body, pointing it at the young warrior.

"Kim Sang-woo, let's run!"

However, when I pulled Kim Sang-woo back, he only ran a few steps with me before sitting down on the ground. Then, smiling, he lowered his head with a vacant look in his eyes and said, "Run? Where should we run? We're right here in this Onmyoji's barrier. He's a master of esoteric arts, the nemesis of us martial artists. We're finished, we're all finished. We're no match for Oda Seiji. Let us wash away our sins with our blood."

I was stunned by Kim Sang-woo's words.

Up until now, I can only understand some simple Korean. I can only speak a little simple Korean, and when Kim Sang-woo said so much, I couldn't understand a word.

But I understood what he meant; I knew what he was thinking. He had many subordinates; besides me, he had six other god-level experts. But these subordinates couldn't withstand a single move from that Onmyoji. He was already dejected; he had already considered giving up.

He cannot be given up; he is my hope.

Thinking of this, I angrily grabbed him and lifted him up, then punched him hard in the face. "Coward!"

"What?" Kim Sang-woo looked at me in surprise.

“Coward, you are a coward! You are not worthy to be the leader of Tai Chi, you are not qualified to be the boss of so many people!” I said through gritted teeth, glaring at him fiercely.

Knowing he wouldn't understand me, I glanced at the young warrior radiating murderous intent and continued, "I was frail and sickly from childhood, and people thought I couldn't practice martial arts. They even thought my life was ruined. But I didn't give up. I persisted in my dream, and I persisted in becoming a strong person. When I was a child, I was struck by a master above the gods. When I was eighteen, I was struck again by my master, a master above the gods."

"A master above the gods, do you know how strong he is? To force me to rise again, he nearly killed me with a single blow. But I persevered. I gritted my teeth and endured it all. I am the heir of the royal family, a born prince. My birth meant I was inherently more noble than others. But I never felt that I was much more noble than others. I never thought of relying on anyone to help me. I only wanted to carve out my own destiny with my own hands. I will be strong, I will become stronger than my father. His existence transformed our Wang family into a top-tier family. But I feel that our Wang family is still not good enough."

“My father. He merely made many famous forces submit to us. But I will take those forces down one by one, making them truly ours. I will plant the banner of our royal family among their territories!”

As I said this, a golden light suddenly emanated from my body. At that moment, even my eyes shone with a golden light.

The emperor's majesty shone forth at this moment.

The Red Gate Volcano Brother's disdain has left us without any real power in Korea. This has made me decide to plant the royal family's banner among all the major powers. I will, like Oda Seiji, unify the world. But I will not turn this world into a world of darkness; I will turn it into a world of light.

This is my ambition.

After saying that, I simply glanced coldly at Kim Sang-woo and said, "If you want to die, if you don't want to avenge your brothers, then stay here!"

Having said that, I immediately pulled the trigger. The bullet flew towards the young warrior.

As the bullet hurtled towards the young samurai with the speed of light, I clearly saw him raise his only remaining arm. A blinding flash of death light appeared before him. And the bullet, after striking the flash, vanished just as quickly.

This is an illusion, an illusion set up by that Onmyoji. I know that everything I see, except for myself, Kim Sang-woo, and his fallen subordinates, is an illusion. Just like me, I also have the ability to set up illusions. I can set up a venomous snake illusion, making the enemy see only enemies before them.

The young samurai was a fake, and even the Onmyoji standing behind him was a fake. The real Onmyoji, at this very moment, must be somewhere in the shadows, watching me with disdain and a cold laugh.

However, I will not give up. Even though I was called a piece of trash back then, even if it meant death, I would never kneel before the enemy. Even if it meant death, I would never give up on myself.

Even though I knew I was trapped in the Onmyoji's illusion and couldn't escape, I still ran for my life after firing the gun. And at that moment, I saw the young samurai appear in front of me. He still exuded a black aura of death, and his cold eyes were expressionless.

Seeing him suddenly appear in front of me, I immediately raised my pistol and started pulling the trigger repeatedly. But he quickly disappeared, vanishing into the darkness.

Suddenly, the young warrior reappeared behind me. As soon as I felt the murky death aura emanating from him and turned around, I was already being choked by his only arm. It was an illusion; everything I saw was fake, but I could still clearly feel the excruciating pain I was in, being choked so tightly I couldn't breathe.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... As my face flushed crimson, my chest felt like it was about to explode from lack of oxygen. Suddenly, a short sword appeared from behind the young samurai and sliced ​​him into nothingness.

"Our Tai Chi banner will never fall!" It was Kim Sang-woo, who appeared before me with a serious expression.

Although we couldn't understand each other's language, we could guess each other's thoughts. He, in particular, sensed my indomitable fighting spirit. He was astonished that a god-level expert like myself could possess such a strong will, and why I had just unleashed such a regal aura. Even if I were a rare god-level expert, one could still be won over with money. But I was different from any god-level expert he had ever seen. My status was clearly much higher than his, yet the aura I exuded was even stronger than his, a leader of Tai Chi.

He was unwilling to accept defeat; he was indignant that he couldn't even compare to an ordinary god-level expert like me. And at that moment, his fighting spirit was rekindled. He wouldn't fall; he decided to fight the enemy with the same recklessness as I had.

However, after Kim Sang-woo's sword sliced ​​the young samurai into nothingness, the black aura emanating from the samurai gradually condensed in the darkness, solidifying into a physical form. With his long, disheveled hair hanging low, the young samurai began to mutter Japanese again. Then, a deathly light emanated from his body, and he slammed his palm into the ground.

"This is his killing move, he's about to use it again!" As the death aura emanating from the young warrior grew stronger, Kim Sang-woo's eyes widened in shock.

His palm strike just now has already seriously injured us. If he strikes again, we will hardly be able to withstand another blow from him.

Just as the young warrior was about to unleash his killing move, Kim Sang-woo suddenly roared and charged towards him. But it was too late; the young warrior's palm had already slammed heavily into the ground. Centered on him, a vast expanse of deathly light instantly spread in all directions.

"Are we going to die?" As the death ray unleashed by the young warrior was about to pierce through his body, Kim Sang-woo's gaze became blank.

"Break!" Suddenly, a sharp voice came from the darkness. A black shadow swiftly entered our world shrouded in chaos, then pulled us out of the darkness...

Before my eyes, light gradually filled the space, followed by a blinding white light.

Once our eyes adjusted to the light, I saw An Yao, Wang Che, Wang You, Liu Li, and Tong Jia Ling'er had all arrived. Wang Huan was holding my sweaty hand, coldly staring at the Onmyoji opposite us, and said, "How dare you lowly rats trample on our great nation of China! Those who offend China, no matter how far away, will be punished!"

Chapter 302 Wang Huan VS Yin Yang Master

Wang Huan is here, An Yao is here, Wang Che, Wang You, Liu Li, Tong Jia Ling'er, Hei Long, Run Tu, Young Master Bao, and Lu Zhicheng are all here. And that Yin-Yang Master is the nemesis of us martial artists. Even if we encounter an opponent of equal level, he can still trap the enemy with formations and summon shikigami within the illusion to kill them.

The method he used to kill was somewhat similar to hypnosis, much like Wang Huan's self-hypnosis using Taoist arts to temporarily transform himself into a powerful being, and Wang Huan's use of illusion magic to hypnotize his enemies—it was a form of mental attack. As for Jin Xiangyu's subordinates, they were all dead. There was no blood on their bodies, but their eyes were all wide open, as if they had seen something terrifying.

After Wang Huan pulled me out of the Yin-Yang Master's illusion array, I felt extremely tired and exhausted. My clothes were soaked with sweat, as if I had just recovered from a serious illness.

Wang Yu, seeing us brothers gathered together, just laughed disdainfully. His gaze was utterly contemptuous. He didn't even bother to speak to us. It was the Yin-Yang Master beside him who opened a white paper fan, covered his mouth, and chuckled, "One peak-level God-rank expert, one upper-level God-rank expert, two mid-level God-rank experts, four lower-level God-rank experts, and four upper-middle-level martial arts masters. Such a lineup is quite uneven."

"And we are two experts above the gods, and seven superior-level gods. Do you think you can be a match for my guild leader?" After saying that, the Onmyoji, with his face covered in white makeup, chuckled again.

The Onmyoji understood Chinese, and after hearing his words, I frowned, panting heavily. Looking at my brothers beside me, I realized that our strength was indeed far inferior to theirs.

However, our weaker roster compared to theirs doesn't mean we're not strong enough. We are very strong, at least among our younger generation, we are the strongest.

However, the outside help Wang Yu hired were all at least forty years old. Although they looked young, their faces bore the marks of time. The Onmyoji, in particular, looked disgusting with his thick white makeup. His attire resembled that of a Japanese kabuki performer, his entire face covered in white powder, with a small red lip painted over his large mouth. While his makeup obscured his true age, the skin on his exposed neck was dry and dark. This man looked at least sixty or seventy, perhaps even an eighty-year-old monster.

How long have we been practicing martial arts? Only a year. But they are all at least a generation older than us, especially that Onmyoji who is many generations older than us.

Seeing the Onmyoji's mocking face, Wang Huan couldn't help but clench his fist. Then, he glanced outside with a serious expression and whispered to me, "Brother, this old guy seems quite arrogant."

"Wang Yu, has he already been taken control of by Oda Seiji?" An Yao whispered to me.

"Yes." I nodded gently.

"Oda Seiji, he actually controlled Wang Yu? Could it be that he's planning a full-scale attack on China?" An Yao's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"How did you know?" I asked in surprise.

“Because Aurora’s activities have become more active in recent months, whereas before we couldn’t even catch a glimpse of them. The reason they’ve become more active is probably because they’re planning to attack China and are preparing to take action against our various powers. I just didn’t expect their attack to be so sudden. If I’m not mistaken, it’s because Oda Seiji obtained Wang Yu and felt that his power was already great enough. At the same time, something else must have happened within their ranks, which is why they couldn’t wait to attack us,” An Yao said.

“It was my father who escaped from them,” I said.

"Father has already escaped?" An Yao asked in surprise.

"Yes, just three days after Aurora captured Father, he escaped from their grasp. Oda Seiji, fearing their scheme would be exposed, immediately attacked us after obtaining Wang Yu. They had already split into several groups, led by Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise, respectively, attacking several major forces in China. Wang Yu was responsible for capturing Jin Xiangyu, the leader of Taiji. Because Tong Jialing'er and I happened to meet them, we were able to uncover their plot beforehand. Otherwise, we might not have even known that our entire force had fallen to them while we were holding our party," I said.

“If that’s the case, we should go back immediately,” An Yao said.

"Yes," I said.

As I spoke with An Yao, Jin Xiangyu, standing beside me, looked at my brother with slight surprise. In his mind, he had always considered me merely a god-level expert. Even if I were a respected god-level expert, in his eyes, I could still be bought with money.