Chapter 38 Have times changed, or have they not?
The weather is sunny and spring flowers are blooming.

When Zhou Yan got off the plane, official personnel were already waiting for him at the airport.

"Hello, Mr. Zhou."

"We are from the reception desk. Accommodation has been prepared for you. In the next three days, the Japanese side will nominate the strongest warrior to represent the Japanese martial arts community."

The receptionist stepped forward to lead the way without saying much, but just glanced at Zhou Yan out of the corner of his eye, curious.

On the surface, they are from the embassy.

The Special Intelligence Bureau arranged these people secretly, so they knew the purpose of Zhou Yan's trip.

Challenge all the strong people in the world.

He didn't know what conditions and statements the official used to make so many countries agree to join the war, but he had some idea why the first battle was against Japan.

First, there is an old grudge between the two countries that cannot be resolved.

Secondly, although Japan is small, its ambition has never subsided. Its cultivation has inherited part of the Chinese cultivation system, and its strength should not be underestimated.

Moreover, among the many training systems in the world, only Japan's can be called martial arts.

So Mr. Zhou probably wanted to suppress Xiao Zi's arrogance first before making such a choice.

Vehicles are moving slowly on the road.

From time to time, you can see cherry blossom trees, trams whizzing by, and some dojos and martial arts schools.

More than an hour later, everyone arrived at their destination.

After the receptionist arranged the guest room, he said goodbye to Zhou Yan and prepared for the next thing.

On the balcony, Zhou Yan sat upright on a wooden chair.

Looking down at the busy pedestrians below, his eyes kept moving, and finally looked up at the sky.

"The martial arts luck seems to be starting to react..."

Zhou Yan concentrated his mind and muttered to himself.

Since defeating GOD, his mind has realized something again, and there seems to be a power stirring deep in his mind.

After setting foot in Japan, the first step of this journey.

This power finally completed its transformation.

Then, in Zhou Yan's perception, there was an extra layer of something indescribable among the various objects in the world.

Just mostly grey.

But among many things, life is the most vivid, and humans are the most intuitive. Most of them are white. The more wealth and power, the higher the status, and the stronger the military force, the darker the color.

Relying on his intuition, Zhou Yan knew that this thing was most likely the legendary luck.

When he looked up, he saw that everyone's luck was connected and turned into the luck of a country, and the luck of each country came together to form the luck of the human race.

In Zhou Yan's eyes, the luck that was calm and as vast as the deep sea began to ripple.

"A sincere heart can predict the future..."

Zhou Yan emptied his mind, feeling the changes in the energy, and sighed softly in his heart.

This state is the highest spiritual state in martial arts practice, and one can sense all kinds of qi in the dark.

It’s just that humans’ instinct as biological beings gives top priority to life and death.

That is, sensitivity to murderous intent.

Although it is not as strong as the indestructible god, it has a bit more of agility and flexibility.

But, I seem to have made a mistake...

"Practice martial arts, light, dark, transformation, elixir, and gang, practice step by step, and finally feel a breakthrough. If the mind is enough, it is the heart of sincerity. If the body is enough, it is the indestructible god."

Zhou Yan's thoughts proceeded in an orderly manner:

"But these two realms of cultivation are not independent of each other. They can be cultivated together, just like the spirit and the body, which are also interdependent."

"So, I didn't advance to the level of Sincerity first, but advanced according to the 'plot'. That's why I was discovered and caught?"

Zhou Yan's eyes fell, looking at the peaceful scene in front of him, a smile welled up in his eyes:
"This is my first time being a human being, so I'm a little unfamiliar with it. I must not make this kind of mistake again..."

As the thought flashed through his mind, the unnatural expression on Zhou Yan's face gradually returned to normal.

Plan layer upon layer.

In the end it’s all an open conspiracy anyway, we have to speak with strength, so what if we’re discovered?

"Heh, interesting."

Looking down, there is a cup of tea.

Beneath the hot steam is the aroma of tea and the clear tea water.

When Zhou Yan looked at the tea, a creepy feeling rose from the bottom of his heart. There was an imperceptible trace of spiritual energy in the tea.

"Is it poison? Or something else?"

Zhou Yan tapped the table lightly and shook his head slightly.

Dirty, so dirty.

The fight hasn't even started yet, but all sorts of tactics have already been used. The fragrant wood in the room and the potted plants in the corner can all cause people to lose their strength unconsciously.

Unless one is well versed in pharmacology, it is almost impossible for ordinary warriors to avoid it.

If warriors fight under such circumstances...

"It's hard to guard against..."

Zhou Yan was even more satisfied with this ability to avoid profit and seek good fortune. If one simply could not see the evil spirits, he could detect and avoid disasters for a while, but in the long run, he would still be affected.

Two realms.

One is the pinnacle of martial arts, absolute strength, and the other is the pinnacle of mind, not afraid of trivialities in the dark.

Zhou Yan already possesses both.

"You dare to plot against me? Very good. This is a good momentum for victory. I respect your choice."

Zhou Yan's eyes were dim, as if he was smiling but not laughing.

……

Akita Prefecture, decisive battle.

A two-meter-high arena was built with red mud bricks and tiles. In order to prevent the warriors from having destructive power far beyond that of ordinary people, there are steel bars inserted inside.

There weren't many people outside the ring. The martial arts duel was originally a duel within the martial arts world, or the cultivation world, and at most the various governments came forward to act as a bridge.

Those who come here are naturally experienced warriors.

"Mr. Matsumoto, kill that arrogant Chinese warrior!"

"Kill, kill, kill, and promote the national prestige of the great Japan!"

A Japanese warrior shouted from the audience.

There were also people who came here because they heard that Zhou Yan had defeated GOD and wanted to catch a glimpse of him.

At the same time, some cautious people in the crowd were observing Zhou Yan, who was standing on the stage with his hands behind his back outside the ring.

"That's pretty stupid, isn't it?"

On the ring, the warrior called Matsumoto folded his arms and said indifferently.

The man looked to be less than 30 years old, with a young appearance, a well-proportioned body, a samurai sword slung around his waist, and a tightly-fitting samurai uniform.

He glanced at the shouting warriors and compatriots below the stage. There was no joy at being praised in his eyes, only a hint of disgust.

"Most people in the world are like this. They are inherently bad. After experiencing the failure of the war, they still don't learn from the lesson. They are really as stupid as pigs!"

The young man no longer looks at the audience.

If the enemy in this battle was not Zhou Yan, who was rumored to have broken through the limits of martial arts, he would never have wasted time fighting for this spot.

"I do not care."

Only then did Zhou Yan slowly open his eyes and his gaze fell on Matsumoto in front of him.

As for the audience, they are even more dispensable.

His battle was a battle that determined his destiny. He suppressed all countries, then rebounded from the bottom and sublimated martial arts into a way of cultivation.

The role of ordinary people is still to come.

"He is at the Gangjin level, no more than 30 years old, has great potential, and is expected to become an indestructible god, but unfortunately..."

At this moment, Zhou Yan was feeling a little unhappy because Tang Zichen had discovered a small negligence of his, and a battle happened to be approaching.

He was not going to hold back like he had done in the past.

"As a warrior at the pinnacle of martial arts, it took a lot of effort to fight you. I killed countless opponents before I could finally stand before you."

Matsumoto bowed deeply, then raised his head with a fanatical look on his face: "If I kill you, I will definitely be able to glimpse the realm of indestructible gods and climb to the peak myself!"

How can it be as comfortable as reaching the summit yourself when others reach the summit?
Before he finished speaking, Matsumoto took a step forward, and using the force of his foot, he drew his sword in an instant.

As soon as the voice fell, a flash of snow-white knife light emerged and slashed straight towards Zhou Yan's face!

Hurry, this knife is too fast!
Only a few people could see the details clearly and knew that this was the sword-drawing technique that Matsumoto was famous for. The speed was extremely fast, even faster than a gun within ten feet.

And the machine in the distance also recorded it all.

"You've practiced sword drawing well."

Facing the flash of knife that came in an instant, Zhou Yan was strolling leisurely. Even though the knife light was already coming towards him, he didn't care at all and just made a comment.

The sword-drawing technique itself, like the iron sand palm and flying on the grass, is the basic skill of swordsmanship. To be able to practice to this level, it is not just a matter of perseverance.

This skill alone is enough to make me proud.

Naturally, Zhou Yan also praised him generously.

However, his spiritual cultivation had already reached the peak of martial arts at this time, and was even stronger. So in Zhou Yan's eyes, the sword light was just "slow motion".

clang!
Zhou Yan raised his hand, put two fingers together, clamped the snow-cold blade, and then broke it.

Collapse~
Gold and iron shattered.

Matsumoto stumbled and was knocked back by the huge force transmitted by the blade. He looked at the broken tip of the samurai sword in his hand in disbelief.

He is young and full of vigor. His physical strength and aura are at their strongest and he is at the peak of his life.

He had anticipated that he would lose, but shouldn't he have fought for many rounds, and then lost, before finally realizing the supreme martial arts?

How could he be defeated in just one move?

how come?
"Impossible, I don't agree with this outcome!"

Matsumoto was extremely furious, and with a burst of strong energy, he turned the blade in his hand flexibly and chopped up again.

This time it's no longer a sword-drawing technique.

Instead, each sword strike was performed with such terrifying speed that the sword could be drawn as fast as a sword-drawing technique. In just a moment, the arena was filled with cold sword light!
"This kind of swordsmanship is not easy to deal with..."

The battle at this moment was no longer something that ordinary warriors could see clearly. Only some masters could see a little bit of it, and said with a serious expression.

He secretly thought about how he would respond if he were faced with such fierce and violent swordsmanship.

"He has enough martial arts skills, but not enough character. Although he has the power of fists, he is still like a child..."

Zhou Yan shook his head, thrust one hand into the sword light, and caught the samurai sword that Matsumoto was chopping down with his bare palm, broke it again, and threw it aside.

"good chance!"

Seeing his weapon destroyed, Matsumoto did not panic, but instead smiled victoriously.

At some point, the sleeve of his right hand was slightly lifted up, revealing a tiny gun muzzle.

All the anger just now was fake, just for this one blow.

boom!
As soon as the gunfire began to flash, it was drowned out by a more powerful presence.

When Matsumoto fired, Zhou Yan snapped his fingers at the same time, and a blade of air, stronger than a knife, tore through a large area of ​​air flow, cutting the bullet in the air and Matsumoto behind it into two halves.

A flash of pale white passed by.

What followed was a blood mist that exploded in the air.

"Cheating, what is this!"

"Impossible, this must be a magic weapon used by the cunning Chinese. Otherwise, how could they defeat Master Matsumoto?"

The warriors below the stage were in an uproar.

The battle between warriors was decided in a few breaths? In the end, they only saw Zhou Yan raise his fingers and send out sword energy. Is he still a human?
Isn't this cheating?
Amid the uproar, the warrior suddenly became alert and quietly slipped away, not daring to stay any longer.

"You guys wanna try it?"

Zhou Yan's eyes suddenly fell, and seeing the excited warriors, he smiled and raised his hands high:
"In that case, why not try it yourself?"

Zhou Yan's palm moved slightly, and fell quietly in the horrified gazes of the crowd.

(End of this chapter)