The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 103 My life, Yan Zhendong... is worth it!

Ryukyu.

With the sudden withdrawal of the Japanese army, the gloom in the hearts of the Ryukyu people dissipated a lot, and they felt relieved after a long time.

The panic in the eyes of the Japanese when they left was seen by many people, and many knowledgeable people were secretly working hard to plan for the future of Ryukyu.

Some went to Daxia to seek help, some secretly accumulated strength to prepare for resistance, and some practiced martial arts hard to emulate the God of War... The emotions that had been suppressed for so long burst out, igniting the fighting spirit in the hearts of the Ryukyu people.

The sea was rippling with waves, and fishing boats in twos and threes were slowly sailing out of the dock. The fishermen on the boats had relaxed smiles on their faces, and they had hope of survival in their hearts.

"Is that... an immortal?" On an old fishing boat, an old fisherman with wrinkles all over his face pointed at the sea in the distance with wide-open eyes, an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Dad? What immortal?" The honest middle-aged man next to him turned his head with a puzzled look, but when he looked in the direction the old fisherman pointed, his expression froze for a moment, and the fishing net in his hand fell into the sea without any awareness.

In the distance, a green figure was seen walking quickly on the surging sea. His steps were not fast, but his speed was as fast as lightning. His robes rustled, his black hair fluttered in the air, and behind him, white waves as high as a person followed closely. There was the sound of wind and thunder around him, making people feel like seeing a fairy.

Not only them, but all the fishing boats on the surrounding sea slowly stopped. The fishermen on them all had expressions of shock on their faces, staring blankly at the green figure rapidly approaching on the sea in the distance.

"Fisherman, has the Great Xia army come to Ryukyu during this period?"

The old fisherman came to his senses, his knees softened, and he knelt down on the wooden board at the bow of the boat, and replied in a trembling voice, "My lord, there is nothing..." Then he raised his head carefully.

The man was barefoot, his ten toes twitching slightly, standing steadily on the sea surface at the bow. He was wearing a green robe, about 27 or 28 years old, with straight eyebrows and a faint smile on his face. He exuded a friendly and natural aura, which made people feel at ease and their nervous mood calmed down immediately.

After thinking for a while, he added: "Some time ago, the Japanese army on the island suddenly left in a panic for some reason. It seems that something big happened... This is all I know. If the immortal wants to know more, he can only go to the island to ask those adults..."

Wang Yi had a thoughtful look on his face, his heart was slightly touched. He tilted his head and looked towards the direction of Japan thoughtfully. He had a rough guess in his mind, then he retracted his gaze, bowed and said with a smile: "Thank you, Yujia, for clearing up my doubts." After that, he shook his hand and threw out a silver ingot. He turned around and took a step, pulling out a violent gust of wind, and quickly headed towards the direction of Japan.

"Father...are there really immortals in this world..."

"Yes... yes..."

After the fisherman and his son asked and answered each other, they all fell silent. Finally, they turned the boat around without saying a word and returned to their home on Ryukyu Island.

Later generations said: The God of War came to Ryukyu, eliminated disasters and saved the people of Ryukyu from danger. The people were grateful, and Ryukyu returned to Daxia!

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Japan.

The troubled times are like blood, the people are weeping in the wild, the plague is raging, the land is barren. Corpses are exposed in the wild, blood is flowing, and the wind of sorrow is blowing away the remnants of the clouds. How can one word of tragedy describe it?

The plague was like a demon wreaking havoc on the world, penetrating every pore silently and enveloping the entire country of Japan.

At first, it was just a slight cough and fever, but within a few days, it turned into a deadly poisonous miasma, which began to erode the bodies and souls of the Japanese. The streets were filled with grief, and the laughter and joy of the past were now replaced by painful groans and desperate cries.

As soon as the plague broke out, war followed.

The flames of war were raging, and wherever the iron hooves stepped, there were only broken walls and ruins. The blood dyed the earth red, forming shocking rivers of blood, flowing with endless resentment and unwillingness, as if accusing the heavens of this unfair experience.

Plague, war, and man-made disasters!
The world seemed to have fallen into endless darkness, with howling winds and a thick smell of blood and death. It was a desperate scene of destruction, and life on this island was as fragile as grass, being harvested one by one by the invisible sickle.

Wang Yi walked in the desolate and silent land with an indifferent expression. All he saw was deathly silence and despair, and the wailing of living beings. The deadly silence emanating from the heaven and earth did not stir up the slightest ripple in his heart, nor did it make him feel the slightest bit of pity.

In the wars of aggression in later times, how many people did Japan slaughter in Daxia? Was there ever a trace of humanity in their cruel and bloody methods?
Barbarians like the Japanese who have no humanity at all are not worthy of sympathy. For such barbarians who have no humanity and cannot be influenced, the only best way is to kill them.

Wang Yi kept walking, crossing mountains and seas, traversing the entire Japan, and headed towards Kyoto, Japan at a leisurely pace.

Everywhere he passed was dead silent. The air was filled with a strong smell of death, making people feel suffocated. He felt neither sad nor happy, his mind reflected everything he saw, and he quietly comprehended the miserable state of life in the end times.

Whatever we saw along the way, whether it was a prosperous town or a remote village, they were all deserted, leaving only ruins and dead silence.

Along the way, he met many soldiers from the Limin Army and Guangdong Guard. He just chose to watch the killing quietly, without saying anything to stop them or coming out to meet them.

Too much killing is also a trauma to these soldiers' hearts, but as the killing blades that they have spent countless resources to build, killing people in the wild is their destiny.

……

The capital of Japan, the Imperial Palace.

The once prosperous place has now become a dead ruin.

There were broken walls and piles of corpses. Everywhere you looked, it was all blood red. The air was filled with a strong, pungent smell of blood. It made one shudder at the sight and feel nauseous at the smell.

Teams of Guangdong guards, carrying new rifles with indifferent expressions, loaded boxes of treasures onto vehicles and transported them to Edo Port for loading onto ships.

At first, the countless treasures they had harvested made them very happy, but as the killing continued, the treasures they saw increased, and their hearts gradually became numb. After seeing so much, the so-called treasures were just like that...

"Huh? Who is that?" A Guangdong guard who was carrying a wooden box heard the whistling of the wind coming from the distant mountains. He turned his head in confusion and saw a figure running down the mountain. His expression suddenly became alert.

Upon hearing this, dozens of Guangdong guards around them quickly put down their wooden boxes, took off their rifles, and looked towards the forest vigilantly. Seeing this, the people around them quickly gathered with their guns raised, and lined up in formation with a solemn look, ready to fight.

As the figure on the mountain approached, a Guangdong guard in front of the formation changed his expression slightly. The terrifying movement of the person running reminded him of an invincible figure. He quickly put away his gun and stood up and said, "Put away your guns. The person coming seems to be... the prince!"

Swish!
stomping on...

Upon hearing this, the people around hurriedly put away their guns and quickly lined up in three rows.

The commotion here alarmed the busy crowd in the distance. Someone ran over to inquire about the situation, and then ran towards the city behind him with a serious expression, constantly reminding the people along the way.

The guards in the gate checkpoint heard the sound and their faces changed. They quickly picked up the old phone on the table and informed Yan Zhendong and Li Hu of the arrival of the Eastern King. The sound of footsteps rang out one after another. The busy Guangdong guards in front of the gate quickly put down their work and stepped on the open space in front of the gate to quickly form a battle formation.

After a cup of tea.

boom!
The whistling and roaring wind suddenly stopped, and the strong wind blew everyone's clothes and raised a cloud of dust.

"I am waiting to see the prince."

Seeing Wang Yi suddenly stop, everyone simultaneously tapped their chests with their right hands and bowed in unison.

Wang Yi nodded slightly, and just as he was about to say the word "no need for formalities" his heart suddenly began to beat violently. He looked up into the depths of the city with a feeling. His expression changed slightly, and he took a step forward, tearing the air in front of him and rushing towards the city at full speed. The ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, leaving a series of inch-deep footprints.

"Your Majesty..."

Everyone looked at Wang Yi who was quickly going away, and they couldn't help but look at each other in confusion. After some hesitation, they hurriedly trotted to catch up with him.

Deep inside the Imperial Palace.

The once magnificent palace was now in ruins and in a mess. Wang Yi's figure was as fast as the wind, passing through the ruins one after another, ignoring the Limin Army and Guangdong Guards who kept shouting along the way, and rushed straight to the palace deep in the imperial residence.

In his telepathy, there was a familiar breath of life that was rapidly dissipating. Yan Zhendong, the rough man who had followed him at first, the rough man who had been pushed forward by him all the way, and now the commander-in-chief of the three armies of Guangdong Prefecture, was about to die...

"We greet the prince!" In front of the imperial palace's meeting hall, the Limin Army guarding the gate of the hall saw Wang Yi rushing towards them and hurriedly bowed to greet him.

Boom...Bang...

Wang Yi came to the tightly closed palace door, raised his hand and slapped it, breaking the heavy and exquisite palace door into pieces. He stepped into the palace, raised his head to look at the soft couch above, his face becoming gloomy for the first time in a long time.

On the soft couch, Yan Zhendong was wearing loose clothes, his eyes were closed, black blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, his face was pale, and he was already dead without breathing.

Hearing the voice, Li Hu turned around with a complicated expression, looked at the gloomy Wang Yi, slammed his knees heavily to the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "Prince...I am in mourning."

Wang Yi glanced at Li Hu gloomily, took two steps to the couch, his expression became serious, and he put two fingers of his right hand together and pointed out continuously as fast as the wind.

Each finger accurately pointed at the acupoints on Yan Zhendong's body. Every time a finger was placed, the energy from the fingertips would penetrate deep into his body, forcibly blasting open his acupoints, while stimulating the meridians and blood vessels around the acupoints, causing the blood to flow throughout his body again.

His right hand kept moving, and several detoxification pills appeared in the palm of his left hand. He shook the palm with the energy, turning the pills into powder. He pressed his backhand on Yan Zhendong's lower abdomen, and the energy in his palm surged, slowly merging the powder into his stomach acupoints.

As time passed, Yan Zhendong's pale face gradually turned rosy, the black blood at the corners of his mouth returned to normal, and his chest, which had stopped rising and falling, began to move again.

Li Hu moved his knees and turned his body in another direction. Looking at this scene of resurrection, he was shocked beyond words. After the shock, even more intense and complex emotions surged in his heart.

Just as Old Yan said, for a god like the prince, committing suicide by taking poison is not safe at all...

Looking at Wang Yi who never stopped moving, his lips moved a few times, but he finally swallowed his words, lowered his head with a complicated expression, and prepared to face the other party's next tremendous anger.

Time passed bit by bit, the wind whistled around the bed, fingers fluttered, and tiny popping sounds continued to come out of Yan Zhendong's body. His face regained its color, and his chest resumed its normal rise and fall.

Wang Yi retracted his fingers and stood up. The light of the soul blossomed in his eyes. His eyes glowed with a bright glow. He slowly raised his right hand, formed a starry sky seal with his hand, and slowly blasted it towards Yan Zhendong's brow.

The movement was gentle and without any power, just like a child throwing a punch, light and effortless.

boom!
Deep in Yan Zhendong's soul, there resounded an earth-shaking roar.

A fist as big as a star, shining with starlight, carrying the power to destroy everything, forcefully blasted into the dead and dark spiritual space.

The domineering and powerful fist force that encompassed the heaven and earth and could change fate and destiny forcibly dispersed the dead silence and darkness in the heart and forcibly awakened Yan Zhendong's silent mind.

"Puff... cough cough cough..." Yan Zhendong suddenly opened his eyes and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. After a violent cough, his cheeks, which had regained their color, turned pale again.

Wang Yi just breathed a sigh of relief, and then frowned as he looked at Yan Zhendong, whose complexion had deteriorated again. He reached out and held his wrist, feeling his pulse, and his heart sank.

Reaching out to lift up his shirt, what caught my eye was a slightly sunken pit at the heart. The surface of the pit was purple and black, with four black and red horizontal bars and a purple-red crescent, forming a clearly visible fist mark.

Wang Yi retracted his right hand, gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Good! Very good! You think your death is not thorough enough, right?! Not only did you take poison, you even smashed your heart with a punch! It's really good!"

As soon as he came in, he found that Yan Zhendong had just committed suicide by taking poison, and he was relieved. With his extraordinary strength and medical skills, he was confident that he could bring this guy back to life.

But this bastard actually shattered his heart...

He does not have any miraculous means to make up for his disability now. Faced with such a situation, even if he has extraordinary abilities, he is powerless to save the situation.

Yan Zhendong grinned and said in a hoarse voice: "I, Old Yan, know very well how powerful the young master is. If I don't take ruthless action, I'm afraid it will be difficult to report the good news to my old father down there."

“Cough, cough, cough…” He covered his mouth and coughed for a while, then supported himself on the bed and sat up, saying earnestly, “Sir, don’t blame me, and don’t blame anyone else…Sir, you were born to be a saint, and you can’t bear the reputation of killing millions of people…”

"Although I don't know much, I also understand that you are responsible for the well-being of the people of the world, and even more so for the future of the entire Daxia. Both publicly and privately, I, Yan Zhendong, must bear the blame for this heinous murder."

"Bai Qi killed 500,000 Zhao soldiers and his name will be passed down through the ages. I, Yan Zhendong, wiped out an entire tribe of barbarians with tens of millions of people! How will people in the future comment on this? How will the history books record this?"

"Hahahaha... a street performer who has achieved as much as the ancient killer Bai Qi. He is destined to be famous through the ages and remembered by future generations. My life... is worth it!"

Yan Zhendong's breath became weaker and weaker, the light in his eyes became dimmer and dimmer, and his face became paler and paler. At the end of his words, he was no longer able to steady his body and fell softly backwards.

Wang Yi looked complicated. He leaned over and gently laid Yan Zhendong down on the bed. His lips moved a few times and he uttered two words with difficulty: "Thank you!"

After hearing what the other party said, he felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on his heart, which was extremely painful and astringent. The sea of ​​his heart, which had been calm for more than ten years, was stirred for the first time in a long time...

(End of this chapter)