Chapter 366 - Shook The Martial Arts World (1/2)

Chapter 366: Shook The Martial Arts World

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Chen Beixuan had won!

As soon as Chen Fan was out of s.h.i.+ba Park, news about the fight had already reached across the ocean to China.

The outcome had at first shocked the entire Chinese Martial arts community.

Chen Fan had won! He had defeated the most powerful Overlord in j.a.pan, a Sword Sage who was anointed by the j.a.panese emperor himself.

After the shock wore off, everyone cheered for Chen Fan’s victory. A joyous and celebratory mood hung in the air wherever there were martial artists: the Wu Family of North-Western China, Ba Ji Sect at Zhong Zhou, Tai Chi Sect, Xin Yi Sect, Lu family and Gu family, just to name a few.

China and been bullied by j.a.pan for too long and it was about time for a change.

The last hundred years in Chinese history was the hundred years of shame and disgrace. China was plagued by internal strife and external invitations then. However, the Chinese people had never given up hope and started to rebuild their country from the ashes of war. j.a.pan, on the other hand, had a head start on modernization and was the first Asian country to industrialize. After decades of acc.u.mulation, j.a.pan had reached a higher level of standard in nearly all aspects of life than China. They grew content and became contemptuous toward Chinese, considering them inferior in all ways. They viewed China as an American plantation landlord would to Africa.

War had brought deep hatred between the people of the two nations, and a little spark would often cause a b.l.o.o.d.y duel between the two nations martial artists.

That was the premise that had made Chen Fan’s fight with Takemiya Hiro so much bigger than it was. Chen Fan’s victory had made him a hero of the Chinese people, a poster boy of their national pride. Although in present-day age, the national compet.i.tion was mostly in the area of economy or culture influence, it didn’t mean that martial arts had become obsolete. Every Grandmaster added some weight to the overall strength of a nation. A powerful Grandmaster such as Takemiya Hiro and Chen Fan were even more valuable than a breakthrough in military technology.

At their level, they were more powerful than most modern weapons and the ruined Tokyo Tower was a testament of their power. The Tokyo Tower was made out of steel and not even bombs could have caused as much damage as it had sustained.

“I told you so! I knew Chen Beixuan was going to win the fight.”

“Just think about it: Chen Beixuan had never lost a fight ever since he rose to prominence. That j.a.panese dude, did you see how old he was? There was no way he could —”

A group of young martial artists gathered at the Xin Yi Sect and they were all engrossed in their conversation about the fight. Suddenly, a one-armed middle-aged man pa.s.sed the crowd and caught the speaker’s attention. The young man’s face paled and one of his listeners hurried to covered his mouth as if he was speaking blasphemy in a church.

To his surprise and relief, the middle-aged man nodded at them with a smile and walked away.

After the one-armed man disappeared, the listener finally let go of his hold on the young man’s mouth. He castigated hotly: “Are you crazy? Chen Beixuan is Elder Sun’s sworn enemy, yet you praised Chen Beixuan as if he was a hero. Are you tired of living? ”

The young man’s head drooped in silence as he struggled to gather himself from fear.

The one-armed man was Sun Wudi, one of the semi transcendent warriors at the Xin Yi Sect. He had joined a mission with a few others to do away with Chen Fan, but he ended up losing one of his arms after Tong Shan ripped it off of his body. There was no doubt that he loathed Chen Fan.

“But I saw Elder Sun smiling at me. I guess he didn’t hear what I have said?”

The young man scratched his head and was dumbfounded.

Such a scene played out in many places in China.

Inside the Medicine G.o.d Valley Sect, Jin Yi looked to the east and imagined Chen Fan standing at the end of the horizon where j.a.pan was. A mix of complicated feelings rose inside of her. King of Elixirs stood beside her and patted her shoulders to offer some solace but he was unable to smooth the girl’s knotted brows.

Lu Yanxue sat before an office table. She was wearing a business outfit with a black and white b.u.t.ton-down s.h.i.+rt. She wore pulled back hair that was up in a bun, making the lines on her face look severe. Those lines softened a little after she got a message about Chen Fan’s victory. However, a hint of morose flickered in her eyes.

Zheng Anqi was in a board meeting when she received a phone call. She nearly jumped out of her seat and paced around the large conference room, startling the rest of the attendees. They have never seen Zheng Anqi break her seasoned and aloof sh.e.l.l and became so anxious. Only those board members who were close to Zheng Anqi had guessed that the phone call might have something to do with the mysterious owner of the company.

Jinlin City, Zhong Hai, Yan Jin…

Regardless of where they were, the reaction to the news was the same: they were shocked at first, and then relief. Too much was at stake, if Chen Fan lost the fight, it would be another few decades at least for the Chinese Martial Arts community to regain momentum. On the other hand, Chen Fan’s victory would be able to allow the Chinese Martial Artist community to pin their j.a.panese counterpart under its thumb for many years. They no longer needed to stomach the arrogance and disdain of the j.a.panese Martial Artists.

Meanwhile, other news came out of the military.

Leader of Dragon’s Fang, the backbone of the squad that was stationed at Northern China had decided to resign from his post in order to focus on his cultivation after he had received a phone call. His resignation had already been approved by the military leaders.

Meanwhile, in a mountain valley somewhere in Zhong Zhou…

A girl of elegant features sat by a pond, watching the mist rise from the calm surface of the water. The girl used to have a strident and boisterous personality, after spending much of her recent months by the calm and serene lake, she had grown much quieter and more focused.

Her features were well defined as if they were chiseled out from a smooth marble. Her skin was the color of fresh snow and was as smooth as silk: a perfect combination with her long dark hair that tumbled down to her waist. She sat by the lake, hugging her legs close to her chest, and stared into the pond thoughtfully.

An elder came over to her.

“A’Xiu, you have not yet reached Transcendent State. Don’t sit so close to the Yin Dragon Pond, it’s not good for you.”

The girl was Chen Fan’s in-name disciple that he had taken up a year ago: A’Xiu. She had become much more beautiful than she had been a year ago. She used to have the charm of a girl next door, but now she had outgrown her childish sh.e.l.l and transformed into a drop-dead gorgeous lady.

A’Xiu didn’t seem to hear the old man’s warning. She murmured to herself.

“I have thought that if I put my heart into training, I could catch up with master one day. But now I feel that even when I finally reached the peak of Internal Force cultivation, It would still be a far cry compared to Master. I will have to live with the reality that I would never ever catch up with him.”