"Master, this time Japan has mobilized the whole country. Sword Saint Hector Fujita is no joke—rumor has it he might even break into the God Realm! You absolutely can't take him lightly!" Seeing Ryan Ling so fearless, Chiharu Mitsui couldn't help but worry.
"That's right, Master! Hector Fujita really is something else. You must be careful!" Wendy "Wako" Chiba chimed in.
Both women might be Japanese beauties, but now that they've acknowledged Ryan as their Master, they naturally have to listen to him—and think about his safety first.
Sophia Long shot them a fierce glare, but honestly, their worries weren't unfounded. Hector Fujita really is terrifying—not just a Saint King, but practically brushing up against the God Realm. The guy's basically a walking god!
"Relax, I know what I'm doing." Ryan Ling smiled faintly. Sure, Hector Fujita was strong, but he wasn't weak either. Back when he broke into the Transcending Core, he could wipe out Sub-Saints and even take down Saint Kings.
And now, after several rounds of tempering and upgrades, his power had taken another big leap. His Golden Core was completely dissolved and merged into his whole body, and meanwhile, something hard was starting to emerge in his dantian.
That 'hard object' wasn't just any random thing—it was the sign that his Golden Core was dissolving and his Nascent Soul was about to show up!
Just goes to show: once you break into Transcending Core, it's a straight shot ahead. Hit peak Golden Core, and it's just a matter of time. Thanks to Wendy Chiba's dual cultivation, his power was already flirting with the absolute peak of Golden Core!
He might not be at Nascent Soul yet, but forget Saint Kings—even if the other guy actually stepped into the God Realm, Ryan could handle it!
That's what makes Immortal cultivation so damn cool!
Kid, how dare you not kneel before the princess? Outrageous!
How dare you disrespect our imperial family! You're far too bold—should be chopped to pieces and executed!
Damn it, kneel now!
...
Listening to the shouts around her, Princess Makoto Akiyama's eyes were full of disdain and contempt.
Princess? I can only laugh! Ryan shot Makoto a fierce glare and said, "To me, you're just a wild chicken showing off. If you keep strutting in front of me, I'll strip you naked and toss you into the sea!"
What did you say? Say that again! Makoto was instantly furious—this was the greatest insult she'd ever suffered.
I said: get out, now! As soon as Ryan finished, Makoto couldn't stay standing—she plopped down on the ground, her kimono tearing, looking utterly humiliated.
Damn, that was satisfying! Even Sophia Long couldn't help but cheer. Ryan might be a lech in her eyes, but everything he did was just so damn satisfying.
You—you dare lay hands on the princess! Outrageous!
Kid, seeing the princess, you still refuse to kneel? Outrageous!
You dare disrespect our imperial family! You're way too bold—should be sliced to ribbons and executed!
Damn it, kneel now!
...
Listening to all the shouting around her, Princess Makoto Akiyama's eyes were full of scorn and contempt.
Princess? I can only laugh! Ryan shot Makoto a fierce glare and said, "To me, you're just a wild chicken showing off. If you keep strutting in front of me, I'll strip you naked and toss you into the sea!"
What did you say? Say that again! Makoto was instantly furious—this was the greatest insult she'd ever suffered.
I said: get out, now! As soon as Ryan finished, Makoto couldn't stay standing—she plopped down on the ground, her kimono tearing, looking utterly humiliated.
Damn, that was satisfying! Even Sophia Long couldn't help but cheer. Ryan might be a lech in her eyes, but everything he did was just so damn satisfying.
You—you dare lay hands on the princess! Outrageous!
The Japanese tycoons around them were all furious.
Who do you think you are, daring to challenge me? Ryan swept his gaze across them, and in an instant, every Japanese tycoon collapsed to their knees. Some tried to stand on their bushido pride, but as soon as they moved, a sharp cracking sound rang out—their lower bodies shattered completely.
At that moment, nobody dared say another word.
If you want to gamble, gamble. If not, get lost. I'll count to three—then I'll start killing! Ryan swept his angry gaze over them. He never went easy on these heartless Japanese.
Ryan, you're ruthless—fine, we'll bet the hundred billion! Several tycoons shouted again, voices torn with emotion. However nasty the Japanese were, their ferocity was far greater than some spineless Chinese.
Good, but I want to add something! Ryan said, his gaze snapping to Princess Makoto.
W-what are you planning? Makoto asked, clutching her chest in fear.
Relax, I've got zero interest in you! Ryan shot Makoto a cold look. What I want is your imperial palace. If I win, every member of the imperial family—including your so-called emperor—gets out. Do you dare?
What did you say? Instantly, the whole crowd of Japanese roared in fury. Some tried to stand even as their leg bones shattered.
I'm asking—do you dare? Ryan swept his cold gaze over them, shouting again.
Everyone clenched their teeth, burning with rage.
I'll take your bet! Makoto suddenly shouted, her voice ringing out.
Good, at least you've got some backbone! Ryan smiled and hooked Makoto's chin.
Let go of me! Two days from now, I'll make you taste the wrath of all Japan! Makoto shouted, then immediately stood and retreated, the others following behind.
Ryan didn't stop them, instead looming over everything like a true god.
...
Meanwhile, at a simple manor near Mount Fuji in Kyoto, a black, unlicensed car pulled up. A middle-aged man stepped out, cold and imposing—a top-tier Saint King. Two Sub-Saints followed behind him.
As soon as the three entered the manor, powerful seals closed around them. From the outside, nothing looked different—no sign of anyone inside.
A voice echoed from inside: "Welcome, friends from afar!" Suddenly, strange swords shot toward the mysterious Saint King from all directions.
"Mr. Fujita, is this how you greet guests?" The Saint King smiled, his gaze sweeping like an eagle. Instantly, all the swords shattered, and for a moment the whole manor seemed to blur, space itself cracking.
Ha! Eagle King, one of the World Dominion Society's Four Dharma Kings—your reputation is well-deserved. Are you here to join that bastard and wipe out all of Japan's martial arts? Hector Fujita gritted his teeth.
Hahaha, I have no intention of opposing you, Mr. Fujita. Since we're friends, I've come to help! The Eagle King's laugh was cold and sinister.
Help me? How? Hector Fujita was stunned, clearly surprised.
Simple. You're familiar with this pill, aren't you? The Eagle King pulled out the Divine Origin Pill from his sleeve.
What? How could you possibly have a Divine Origin Pill? Don't tell me— Hector Fujita was shocked, as if he'd uncovered a huge secret.