On the tops of the eight surrounding mountains, countless people stood.
All were masters from all major sects of the Sakura Country Martial Arts World, numbering over three thousand.
Besides the three thousand people on the mountain top,
at the foot of the mountain, it was already overcrowded, with numbers surpassing one hundred thousand.
A vast sea of people, a truly spectacular sight.
Among these one hundred thousand were disciples from all major sects, ordinary public, as well as reporters and media.
At this moment,
it was quite noisy at the foot of the mountain.
"Why haven’t the people from the East Nation Martial Arts World arrived yet? Haven’t they accepted the challenge already?"
"I bet they’re scared and dare not come!"
"Their fear is only natural. After all, we’ve mobilized three Martial Saints, five Martial Emperors, and three thousand masters. How could those guys dare to come?"
"If they don’t show up, wouldn’t our trip here be in vain?"
"They must come. I can hardly wait to see our masters show their might and slaughter all those who come!"
Everyone was discussing the matter amid the noise.
At the mountain top,
Matsuno Ryogen was becoming impatient.
He said angrily, "Why haven’t those guys arrived yet? How much longer must this old man wait?"
Ouki Yoshi also frowned and said, "Could it be that those guys only verbally accepted the challenge and actually didn’t come?"
"Damn it! Are those guys nothing but frightened turtles?"
"Despicable guys, having the guts to accept the challenge, don’t they have the courage to face it?"
"If they really don’t show up, then afterward, we’ll march to their place and sweep through their Martial Arts World!"
"Right, we’ll count them one by one and exterminate all their Martial Artists!"
"Especially that Lionel Yeager, we must tear him limb from limb!"
The five Martial Emperors standing behind shouted out in anger.
They had been waiting here for several hours.
Yet until now, not a single person had been seen, which had completely enraged them.
Toyotomi Doekawa said calmly, "Let’s wait a little longer; those guys will definitely come."
"Brother Toyotomi, why are you so sure they will come?"
Matsuno Ryogen asked.
All eyes also turned to Toyotomi Doekawa.
After all, among the eight of them, Toyotomi Doekawa was the strongest, having stepped into the latter stage of Martial Saint.
Toyotomi Doekawa narrowed his eyes and said, "Those Martial Artists from East Nation have always claimed that Martial Arts originated from their land, proclaiming themselves as the orthodox tradition.
They are all arrogant and look down upon everyone.
This time, we issued a challenge to them which has also enraged their public.
Even if under the pressure of their public, they will definitely come."
"Hmph!"
Matsuno Ryogen snorted coldly, "As long as they dare to come, this old man will show them that Sakura Country is the true orthodoxy of Martial Arts!"
"Exactly, our Sakura Country is the true orthodoxy of Martial Arts!"
The others on the mountain top also shouted out in agreement.
"Do you think you deserve to represent the orthodox tradition of Martial Arts?"
A resonant voice suddenly came from a distance.
Upon hearing this voice,
people both at the mountain top and foot turned to look.
They saw a group of people approaching from afar.
Leading the group were Reginald Weston and Boris Moore.
Following behind were the five group leaders of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, the sect leaders, and elders of the Eight Great Sects.
Seeing Reginald Weston and others arrive,
all the Sakura Country people present became excited.
"They’re here, they’re here, they have come!"
"These guys really have some nerve, daring to actually show up!"
"The key is, they only brought so few people. Who are they looking down upon?"
"The outcome is already a foregone conclusion; these guys are as good as dead!"
The people at the foot of the mountain began to discuss.
All eyes were filled with mockery.
Meanwhile,
at the mountain top,
Of course, it wasn’t just the public.
The upper-level of both countries were paying attention to this battle.
Even Kimchi Country’s upper-level was watching this fight.
At this moment.
At the summit of Mount Fuji.
Toyotomi Doekawa looked up at Reginald Weston and the others, raising his voice, "Since you have arrived, you must be aware that this fight will decide not only victory and defeat but life and death as well!"
"Of course we’re aware!"
Reginald Weston replied with a piercing gaze, "For so many years, you have been provoking our East Nation’s Martial Arts World!
Today is the time to settle this once and for all!"
"Good! Then let’s settle it!"
Toyotomi Doekawa smiled coldly before adding, "Isn’t that kid named Lionel Yeager coming after all?
That kid once turned our Sakura Country upside down and later killed three of our Martial Emperors!
Yet unexpectedly, when we issued a challenge to him this time, he did not even dare to accept it!"
Reginald Weston responded strongly, "Brother Yeager is simply busy with something at the moment, so he is unaware of this matter!
If he knew you had challenged him, he would surely have accepted the challenge!
Of course, even without Brother Yeager here this time, we can still defeat you!"
"Such bold words! Let me, ’Heaven Holding Martial Emperor’ Akita Daikou, be the first to experience your lofty skills!"
Akita Daikou, the ’Heaven Holding Martial Emperor’, roared and leaped out, slinging a palm strike towards Reginald Weston!
Seeing Akita Daikou take action directly!
The people at the foot of the mountain were all thrilled!
It had begun!
The great battle had started!
"Just a Martial Emperor dares to strike at me?"
Reginald Weston retorted coldly, immediately raising his palm to meet the attack!
In an instant!
Boom!
Their palms collided heavily, sending out a thunderous roar like a muffled thunder!
Massive waves of True qi burst forth, sweeping in all directions!

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