At this moment, dawn had already broken over Japan, and countless eyes were fixed on its most famous mountain—Mount Fuji.
"It's been over an hour already. That little bastard probably doesn't dare show up, huh? Must've been scared to death by our Sword Saint's reputation!"
"I think so too. If he doesn't show up now, he's definitely done for. That kid even said he'd defeat Hector Fujita in ten moves—what a joke!"
"Don't rush, just wait a bit longer. I don't think it's that simple—look, tons of people from Huaxia are here too. That kid's basically Huaxia's war god now, there's no way he won't show!"
"Heh, I actually hope he comes. As long as he dares show up, our Sword Saint will definitely cut him down right on Mount Fuji!"
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All the people talking right now were Japan’s elite. For this battle, they’d gathered here since midnight, making quite the spectacle.
On the other side, plenty of Huaxia’s people had arrived too—masters from Jiangnan, a few of Ryan Ling’s sworn brothers, military representatives, and even top experts from the north. The Fortune Gate and Dragon Group had basically emptied their ranks to watch the fight. Clearly, this battle’s outcome was way too important—it could shift the entire East Asian power balance.
"The boss hasn’t really gotten into trouble, has he? It’s been ages!" Harvey "Million" Jin sniffed.
"No way. Our boss would never be scared of these bastards—he’s definitely on his way!" Jason Lin snorted.
These guys all rushed in overnight and arrived at the foot of Mount Fuji at dawn—they haven’t even managed to contact Ryan Ling yet.
On the other side, the Huaxia Dragon Group crowd were all buzzing. This showdown has whipped up a storm back home; if Ryan Ling bails at the last minute, it’s going to be a mega-embarrassment for Huaxia.
“Get someone to contact Xuanxuan, pronto—find out what the hell’s going on!” The big boss of the Dragon Group finally lost his cool and started barking orders.
“Roger that, Captain! We’ve already got several teams out there—should hear something any minute now!” A squad member wiped sweat from his brow, clearly feeling the heat.
“Didn’t you Huaxia folks want to bet a hundred billion US dollars? I brought the cash—and the title deeds to my country’s imperial palace, too! What now? Scared to gamble at the last minute? Pathetic!” Princess Makoto Akiyama started hollering.
Makoto’s shouting got the rest of the Japanese elites all riled up, and soon their voices drowned out everything else.
“Damn it, if Ryan Ling doesn’t show, he’ll be public enemy number one in Huaxia!” The Dragon Group captain was losing his mind, absolutely fuming.
Just then, a black car rolled up at the foot of Mount Fuji. A strapping young man stepped out, eyes blazing, sweeping over the crowd like they were nothing but ants.
“Ryan Ling’s here!” came a clear shout from the crowd.
“That’s Xuanxuan’s voice—he really showed!” The Dragon Group guys whipped their heads around, and the whole Jiangnan warband surged forward.
“Boss!” Everyone bowed to Ryan in perfect sync, no hesitation at all.
“Yeah.” Ryan smiled—he hadn’t seen these guys in ages, and honestly, he missed them.
As the crowd roared, artillery thundered from the distant coastline.
“Kenneth Li actually brought warships into Japanese waters—dude’s not even scared of a throwdown with America!” Ryan shook his head; today’s entrance was just way too epic.
“Boss, this is nothing! You’re Huaxia’s war god now—even if the Republic’s guard regiments showed up to back you, no one would bat an eye!” Harvey "Million" Jin cracked up.
“Totally! Boss’s reputation is off the charts—just riding your coattails makes us look good. Even the World Dominion Society’s keeping their heads down now, ha!” Jason Lin was hyped; he’d become the top dog in Jiangnan’s underworld.
“Master, I’ll say no more—your disciple’s just waiting for you to flex and crush Japan’s top dog. Do it for Huaxia’s honor!” Warren Yuan grinned and bowed.
For a moment, all eyes were locked on Ryan Ling, sharp as blades.
As Ryan walked ahead, the crowd parted to let him through.
“Dad, one day I wanna be like that big bro!” a little Huaxia boy said, eyes sparkling as he stared at Ryan.
“Haha, good kid! Dad’s rooting for you!” A middle-aged man patted the boy’s head, beaming with pride.
“Ryan Ling, I’ve been waiting for ages—if you’ve got guts, get up here!” A voice boomed from the mountaintop. A flickering figure appeared at the summit—it was Sword Saint Hector Fujita.
“Sword Saint! Sword Saint!”
“He’s not just Sword Saint anymore—he’s about to level up to Sword God!”
“No kidding, he’s definitely about to become Sword God! And that punk said he’d beat Lord Fujita in ten moves? He must be out of his mind!”
The Japanese crowd went wild—right now, Hector Fujita’s aura was already giving off some serious ‘god vibes.’
As soon as Hector finished speaking, a massive wall of qi shot up along one side of Mount Fuji’s slope—like ten thousand Sub-Saints standing between Ryan and the summit.
“Damn, Japan’s number one powerhouse really is on another level!” The Dragon Group captain’s heart skipped a beat—he could hardly believe what he was seeing.
The Japanese elites sneered at Ryan Ling, and Princess Makoto Akiyama just laughed coldly to herself: "You think offing three Sub-Saints makes you untouchable in Japan? That you can stomp around like you own the place? Newsflash—you're just a show-off stink bug to Lord Fujita. Trash, nothing more!"
But before she could finish gloating, Ryan started moving—and that qi wall began crumbling, inch by inch, like mice running from a cat. No contest!
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“Holy crap, this kid’s insane!” Several Japanese onlookers were totally stunned.
Makoto Akiyama was so mad her teeth were grinding—her eyes looked ready to pop out. It was like Ryan had just slapped her silly in front of everyone!
“Hector Fujita, what’s with these cheap tricks? Trying to test me? How lame.” Ryan finished speaking and the towering qi wall instantly crumbled to dust.
“Heroes really do come young!” Hector Fujita gritted his teeth, eyes scanning Ryan Ling. He couldn’t get a read on the guy at all, but with the Divine Origin Pill in hand, he figured no matter how strong Ryan was, he’d still die today.
“Enough talk—let’s do this. Show me what Japan’s number one can really do!” As Ryan spoke, he floated up and landed right at the summit of Mount Fuji.
Mount Fuji is Japan’s holy mountain—its importance even tops Chiba Shrine. Holding the duel here shows just how seriously Japan takes this fight.
“You really want to fight me? Kid, think this through. Your strength and potential are rare, but dying here would be a waste. If you kneel and admit your mistakes three times, I’ll let you live. Deal?” Hector Fujita’s aura started shifting as he laid down his terms.
“Hahaha!” Ryan burst out laughing, wild and carefree.
“What’s so funny?” Hector Fujita snapped, gritting his teeth.
“I’m laughing at your cluelessness. You really think you’re that strong? Even if you break through to God Realm right now, I’ll still kill you in front of everyone—won’t even need ten moves!” Ryan’s voice was thunderous, leaving the whole crowd gobsmacked.
“Ryan Ling, you’re way too cocky! Do you even know what God Realm means? It’s the absolute peak of martial dao—heck, it’s beyond martial dao, it’s godhood! I bet you’ve never even seen a God Realm powerhouse!” Hector Fujita was furious—he’d dreamed of this realm for years, and now this punk was acting like it was nothing!
“All I’ll say is—even if you do break through, fighting me is like a mantis trying to stop a cart. You’re just asking to die…”