High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

Meanwhile, above the ruined island.

Chen Yuan withdrew his gaze, a faint smile curving his lips.

He saw all of McAllen's miserable state.

But he didn't care.

If the Kingdom of Amelica knows what's good for them and obediently complies, then this matter can be considered closed.

If you don't know what's good for you...

A cold glint flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes.

Then don't blame him for being impolite.

"Chief Chen." Zhou Qingfei walked to his side, glanced in the direction where McAllen had disappeared, and frowned slightly.

"The Kingdom of Amelica has been operating in Japan for so many years, I doubt they will give up so easily."

"They might try to negotiate, or even... join forces with other countries to exert pressure."

Chen Yuan shrugged, speaking casually.

"It doesn't matter."

"I will personally go to America and those countries that dare to stand with them, and have a proper discussion with them."

He deliberately emphasized the word "negotiation".

"I believe they will agree."

Zhou Qing was stunned for a moment, then didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Director Chen, your diplomatic approach... is quite direct."

Chen Yuan smiled and said, "Wouldn't it be better to be direct? It would save us time."

Zhou Qing opened his mouth, then thought about it and realized it made sense.

Trying to reason with Chen Yuan about diplomatic etiquette and international rules? He simply doesn't buy into that.

They only said one thing.

Do you agree or not? If you don't agree, I'll go get it myself.

What's this called?

This is called "truth lies only within the reach of the fist."

"Alright, let's go." Chen Yuan turned and flew towards Youying.

Being arrogant requires skill, and he happens to have it!

"Go back and make arrangements to send a martial arts legion to take over, and also check on the condition of those who have been possessed."

Zhou Qing nodded and followed.

With a flap of its wings, the shadowy creature soared into the air, transforming into a streak of purple light that pierced the sky and flew westward.

The sea breeze howled.

Chen Yuan admired the boundless blue sea below.

As for how frustrated and angry the people of America and Japan are right now, that's none of his business.

The three-day deadline has passed. If we do as he says, then everyone will be at peace.

Don't do as he says...

A cold smile curled at the corner of Chen Yuan's lips.

That will only make them feel more frustrated and angry.

......

The capital of Japan.

Underground conference room at the headquarters of the Armed Forces of the Republic of Amelica.

McAllen sat at one end of the long table, and thirteen figures appeared one after another on the virtual screen in front of him.

Apart from him, all thirteen martial saints from the Kingdom of Amelica were present.

Everyone's face was solemn.

Suddenly gathering them all together for a meeting is definitely not a good thing.

"Mike, what's the rush?" an elderly man with white hair asked, frowning.

He is the most senior Martial Saint in the Kingdom of Amelica, also at the late stage of cultivation, and his strength is even stronger than that of McAllen.

He was also the host of this meeting.

"Holy Lord Smith..."

McAllen took a deep breath.

He recounted everything that happened that day in detail.

From the destruction of the Dark Abyss base to Chen Yuan's killing of four Japanese martial arts masters in three minutes, and then to those three outrageous conditions...

He spoke as objectively as possible, but the bitterness in his voice was impossible to hide.

A deathly silence filled the meeting room.

The expressions on the faces of the thirteen Martial Saints were increasingly grim.

"What did you say? Chen Yuan killed four Martial Saints in three minutes all by himself?" a middle-aged Martial Saint asked incredulously.

"Yamada Masao is a mid-stage Martial Saint; he doesn't even have a chance to resist?"

McAllen gave a wry smile: "I saw it with my own eyes. Yamada Masao couldn't even last three moves against Chen Yuan."

"That alien was in an even worse state; he was shot in the head and hung on the tip of the gun like a dead fish."

Silence fell over the meeting room again.

A young martial arts master couldn't help but ask, "Then what do we do? Agree to his conditions?"

"Agree?" Another martial saint slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

"Withdraw all troops, hand over the remaining two Martial Saints of Japan, and compensate with so many spirit crystals and secret realms—where would we, the Kingdom of America, put our faces if we agreed to that?"

"You won't agree?" McAllen looked at him, his voice tinged with bitterness. "Then tell me, how do you refuse?"

The martial saint opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

How do I refuse?

Chen Yuan said that if he didn't get a reply in three days, he would come to collect it in person.

You'll get much more than this later.

The white-haired old man tapped on the table, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"Tell me your thoughts, war or peace?"

The meeting room immediately erupted into noise.

"War! When has our Kingdom of America ever suffered such humiliation?!"

"How can you fight? You think you can beat Chen Yuan? He killed four Martial Saints single-handedly without even breaking a sweat!"

"We also have thirteen Martial Saints! Add to that the two from Japan..."

"Those two from Japan are in dire straits right now, and didn't you hear what Mike said? Chen Yuan has a Holy Dragon Guard commander who is at the early stage of Martial Saint, and the other ten members are all at the peak of Martial Venerable."

"Add Zhou Qing, the other elders of the Dragon Martial Division, and Lin Zuyao who recently broke through... the number of Martial Saints in the Great Xia Kingdom is now no less than ours."

"The key is Chen Yuan. This person... can't be solved by sheer numbers."

When Chen Yuan was mentioned, everyone fell silent again.

A monster that can kill four martial saints in three minutes—sending any number of people to it is just sending them to their deaths.

The white-haired old man sighed: "Pull up the latest intelligence."

McAllen pulled up a data file and projected it onto the screen.

The current list of Martial Saints in the Great Xia Kingdom:

Chen Yuan – Peak Martial Saint, combat strength is incalculable. Known achievements include killing the Ninth-Order Peak Netherworld Demon Lord, the Ninth-Order Mid-Stage Azure Wave King, the Raging Wave King, killing four Martial Saints in three minutes, closing a large Heavenly Cave, and a Saint-level Alchemist.

Zhou Qing – Late stage of Martial Saint.

Chen Tianling – Early stage of Martial Saint.

Lin Zuyao – Early stage of Martial Saint (newly promoted and seriously injured).

Including the original eleven elders of the Dragon Martial Division... the Great Xia Kingdom currently has a total of fifteen Martial Saints!

Their nation of America, including McAllen, only has fourteen members, putting them at a disadvantage in terms of numbers.

In terms of quality... needless to say.

The atmosphere in the meeting room plummeted to freezing point.

"Start a war? With what?" a martial saint said in a low voice, his voice full of helplessness.

"Chen Yuan alone can hold us all off, but what about the rest? Zhou Qing, Chen Tianling, the eleven elders of the Dragon Martial Division... how are we supposed to stop them?"

No one answered.

Because everyone knows the answer, and there's no stopping it.

"Then... and?" someone asked tentatively.

"Yes, but we can't just accept whatever they say," the white-haired old man said in a deep voice.

"Our nation of America cannot appear too pathetic."

"So what do you mean?"

A glint of light flashed in the white-haired old man's eyes: "There is a saying in the Xia Kingdom: 'Better to die for a fellow Daoist than for this poor Daoist.'"

"Hand over those two martial saints from Japan... and withdraw the garrison."

"These are their messes to begin with, we don't need to take the blame for them."

"As for compensation..."

He paused, a hint of pain showing on his face.

"Thirty million high-grade spirit crystals, ten thousand top-grade spirit crystals, plus a dozen or so secret realms... that's too much. Let's talk to the Great Xia Kingdom and see if we can reduce the amount."

"At least we can't just believe whatever they say."

The group exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

Although it's frustrating, this is the best possible outcome.

......

night.

Longyuan Mountain, the Holy Venerable's Residence.

Chen Yuan had just finished dinner and was lying on a deck chair in the backyard, enjoying the moon.

The Holy Decree at his waist suddenly vibrated.

Chen Yuan picked it up and saw that it was Zhou Qing.

connected.

"Chief Chen." Zhou Qing's voice came from the light screen, tinged with amusement.

"The country of Amelica has replied."

Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow: "So fast?"

"How could we not be fast?" Zhou Qing laughed. "They're more anxious than you are."

"How so?"

"First, we agree to the withdrawal of troops. The warrior legion of the Kingdom of Ariaka stationed in Japan will be handed over to our Great Xia Kingdom. From now on, they will completely withdraw from Japan."

"Secondly, the remaining two Martial Saints from Japan will be escorted to the Dragon Martial Division headquarters within three days for us to handle."

Zhou Qing paused, his tone becoming subtle.

"Thirdly... they want to discuss the compensation issue."

"Discuss?" Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm." Zhou Qing's voice carried a hint of helplessness.

"Thirty million high-grade spirit crystals and ten thousand top-grade spirit crystals—they said that's too much. They asked if it could be reduced, or if they could use US dollars and rare and precious materials instead."

"They also hope to hand over fewer of those secret realms."

Chen Yuan's lips curled into a cold smile after hearing this.

"No need to discuss it."

"None of what I said can be omitted."

"A spirit crystal is a spirit crystal, and a secret realm is a secret realm. Not a single one can be missing, and not a single one can be missing."

Zhou Qing paused for a moment: "What if they..."

"Then let them come and talk to me in person."

Chen Yuan leaned back in the recliner.

"Director Zhou, just tell them this is my decision, and they can tell me directly if they have anything to say."

Zhou Qing was both amused and exasperated.

He finally understood.

The high-ranking officials in the country of Amelica were clearly terrified of Chen Yuan and dared not speak to him directly, so they sent him, a middleman who seemed "easy to talk to," to relay their messages.

"Okay, I understand." Zhou Qing nodded. "I'll get back to them right away."

"Hmm," Chen Yuan responded, then suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, how are those people who were possessed?"

Zhou Qing smiled and said, "Everything has returned to normal. Just as you said, once the Shadow Devourer died, the energy bodies within his body dissipated."

"Everyone has regained consciousness, including the eighteen people you cured before; they are all in good condition."

"The crisis in all the states of our Xia Kingdom has been completely resolved."

Chen Yuan nodded, not surprised by the result.

That wretched beast dares to try and scare him.

"That's good."

Communication ended.

Chen Yuan carefully put away the Holy Venerable's Decree and lay back down in the chair.