The devil descended from the sky, and his fists suppressed the mountains and rivers

Chapter 187: Appearing at the Venue, Appearing Out of the Air and Stepping on Flames (Part )
Yi Beidou stood on a tall building with his arms folded across his chest, overlooking the ground and concentrating his spirit. The demonic induction spread out and extended to all parts of the city.

"Two auras of sanctification?"

His demonic sense detected that the two sanctified auras in the city were now moving towards the direction of the comprehensive sports stadium.

Two saintly masters.

Yi Beidou's expression was calm, even slightly disappointed.

"I hope you won't let me down."

He whispered to himself.

If the two saints did not have special powers, they would not be taken seriously by him now.

Soon, the audience came in one after another.

Not only did Donghua's intelligence personnel come to the scene, but there were also undercover personnel from other countries in Japan mixed among the audience.

Of course, these people only came to collect intelligence and did not know that Yi Beidou might appear in Japan, or even appear at the martial arts conference.

Although many countries have received news of Yi Beidou's defection from Donghua, almost no one has linked Yi Beidou's disappearance to Japan. Relevant departments in most countries have analyzed that Yi Beidou is very likely to have joined a secret organization, and are investigating in this direction.

After all, challenging the dignity of a country with one person's strength is too incredible no matter who looks at it.

This is modern society, and the insignificance of human power has been proven time and again. Even masters who have become saints have to act according to the rules.

Before the game started, the venue was already bustling with activity. Camps from all walks of life held up banners and waved flags to cheer. Even ordinary people had their own favorite players to support. After all, in Japan, where the culture of cheering originated, chasing stars is a very normal thing.

Qian Haochuan and others didn't think there was anything wrong. They were people who had watched the finals of the Wuying Ronhui. The 80,000 spectators on the scene cheered in unison, and millions of people in the city continued to pay attention.

It's just a regional competition in Japan. There are less than 20,000 people on site. It's just a small scene.

Two agents from Donghua, one male and one female, entered the venue and took their seats. Not long after, there was a commotion in the venue. A group of people, led by staff, walked into the venue and sat down in the judges' seats one by one.

Sitting in the first seat was a young man wearing a white kendo uniform, who looked to be about thirty years old. The other person was a middle-aged man with a face as gloomy as an eagle.

"It's Katsuhiro Sanada, the sword master of the Hokushin Shinkage-ryu, and Jizo Mori, the 'divine ninja' of the Mieshin-ryu Ninja-do!"

Donghua female agent Du Yuzhu said in a low voice.

"I didn't expect that in just the second round of the regional competition, there would be two Saint Realms."

The male agent Qiao Fei also nodded slightly with a serious expression.

"I thought there would be at most one Saint in charge, but I didn't expect two to appear at once?"

Du Yuzhu was also a little surprised.

"Have you noticed that the security at the venue has become much stricter? There are many shadow spots hidden around the venue, which make me feel threatened. There may be snipers lurking among them. There also seem to be many more Japanese plainclothes officers outside the venue."

"This kind of security measure has gone beyond the scope of a normal event. After hearing the news about the defector, Japan may have been worried that he would come to Japan, so they made some responses and preparations."

Qiao Fei said.

"In this situation, I hope that person doesn't show up. The other party is obviously prepared. Once he shows up, it will be difficult for him to retreat safely."

Du Yuzhu let out a breath and said.

"I hope so."

Qiao Fei nodded and said.

They have been lurking in Japan for a long time and have a lot of intelligence about these holy places.

Both Katsuhiro Sanada and Jizo Mori can no longer be said to be the new generation of sainted warriors. Although they look young, they have actually been saints for more than 20 years. The slightly younger Katsuhiro Sanada is nearly 60 years old, while Jizo Mori is nearly 70 years old.

Both of them can be regarded as Japan's veteran saintly masters. With years of accumulated strength and various secret techniques they have mastered, their power should not be underestimated.

Among them, Katsuhiro Sanada was once the youngest saint in contemporary Asia. His talent and strength should not be underestimated.

They were able to fight against the top saint masters of the new generation alone, not to mention that they were now working together, and there were many armed security guards hiding around them. For any saint master, this place was a den of dragons and tigers.

"Why are they so excited? Who are those people?"

Qian Haochuan and others could not understand Japanese. They just felt that the chattering of these little devils made their heads buzz and made them feel their blood awaken.

"They are the judges of this competition. They are all masters of various major martial arts halls. Two of them seem to be 'Martial Saints'! The leaders of the Hokushin Shinkage-ryu and the Mieshen-ryu Ninjutsu, both of whom are well-known masters in the Japanese martial arts world!"

Meng Qihua said with a look of surprise.

Martial Saint?

The long-established leader?
And there were two of them? They looked like they were not going to be easy to deal with.

Qian Haochuan and others looked at each other, looking a little worried.

I hope that person doesn't really choose to show up at this conference, right?
After all, two fists are no match for four hands, and he is only a young man, so it would be difficult for him to compete with the old strong men.

In fact, when Yi Beidou first defeated Diwei, it caused a huge public opinion on the Internet, and many netizens even called him "the best in the world", but he was soon refuted by some netizens.

Everyone then realized that most of the saintly masters participating in the street fights in the Magic City were the younger generation from various countries. Moreover, at this stage of becoming a saint, it is not as simple as saying that young and strong are more powerful. The more experienced the master is, the more cards and methods he has, and he possesses many abilities that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

Yi Beidou can at best be called "the first person in the holy realm of the new generation."

"Sanada-kun, I think we are making a big fuss this time. We have to go to this extent just because a young Saint from Donghua defected. It really disgraces our martial arts."

Mori Jizang narrowed his eyes and glanced at several hidden sniper points around the venue, feeling unhappy.

According to the original plan, only one Saint Realm master was required to be present at the second round of competition, but because of the news of Yi Beidou's defection, after that meeting, the number of places was increased to two.

Moreover, there are many snipers deployed around.

Given their strength and status, this is simply an insult.

However, this was the opinion of the old senior who once dominated an era, and he couldn't disobey.

"Mr. Mori, as the saying goes, one must be on guard against others. This martial arts tournament is very important, so it is only natural to make some thorough preparations."

Katsuhiro Sanada looked calm.

"Oshima-kun completely lost his spirit in the battle with Donghua. He really failed the Shinto Tennen-ryu inheritance and brought shame to the entire Japanese martial arts community. If that Donghua guy shows up, defeating him will save the face of the Japanese martial arts community."

Mori Jizo said with a smile.

He didn't think that a junior could cause any trouble.

How could his nearly thirty years of cultivation be a joke?

Katsuhiro Sanada said nothing, his expression noncommittal.

Soon, the time came and the conference officially began.

The host came on stage and spoke with a tone full of the unique passion of the Japanese people, which completely ignited the atmosphere and triggered warm cheers from the audience.

However, amidst the cheers, just as everyone was looking forward to seeing the Japanese masters come on stage to fight.

The pupils of Katsuhiro Sanada and Jizo Mori suddenly contracted. They suddenly stood up from their seats and looked towards the entrance of the venue.

The museum owners around were slightly stunned, the host was slightly stunned, and the audience was slightly stunned. The enthusiastic cheers suddenly weakened, and everyone looked towards the entrance.

Peng! !

Suddenly, a ball of blazing blue-white flame suddenly ignited in the space, and a tall figure stepped out of the devil flame in full view of everyone, appearing in front of everyone out of thin air as if crossing space.

"It's so lively here, I might as well join in the fun."

Yi Beidou glanced at the entire audience and spoke calmly in Donghua language. His voice spread like a magic sound, echoing repeatedly in the spacious gymnasium.

(End of this chapter)