"I didn't expect Shuichi Akita to actually bring him..."

Miyamoto Jiro, the founder of the Dongying Miyamoto Itto-ryu and the legitimate heir to Miyamoto Ryuichi's direct lineage, was regarded as a grandmaster.

Although Jiro's cultivation level couldn't match the mastery of his grandfather, his understanding of the One Blade Style was astonishingly profound

Back then, armed only with a sword, he had drifted among Dongying's major martial arts schools, defeating countless enemies with the secrets of the One Blade Style, and thereby creating an unbeaten myth in Dongying!

Miyamoto Jiro, defeated his enemies with just one strike!

This was no empty reputation, and as Jiro approached, everyone's hearts skipped a beat, and they looked at Xu Fan with concern.

No one was a fool—Shuichi Akita bringing Miyamoto Jiro was not just to regain face, what else could it be?

This man, probably isn't a match for Miyamoto Jiro...

Indeed, under everyone's worried eyes, they saw Shuichi Akita, leading Miyamoto Jiro, walking towards Xu Fan and his group.

The arrival of enemies, at this moment, Uncle Yao pulled Xu Fan back and went to meet Shuichi Akita himself.

"Mr. Akita, what's the matter? Still not convinced?"

"Hmm."

Thinking about the recent defeat, Shuichi Akita grunted displeasedly and said, "Old sir, I admit, Huaxia also possesses superior weapons, but indeed, I am still not convinced and would still like to compare skills with that person."

"Hehe, compare skills?"

Uncle Yao's eyes landed on Miyamoto Jiro, and his smile gradually darkened.

"Bullying a child, you consider that a comparison of skill? Mr. Akita, I can compensate you for your loss just now, but if you want Miyamoto Jiro to compete with my young friend here, I absolutely will not agree."

Who was Miyamoto Jiro? Immersed in swordsmanship since he was young, he had become famous across Dongying before even reaching eighteen, and had spent decades mastering the Sword Dao, becoming one of today's few grandmasters in Dongying!

Who was Xu Fan? Just an eighteen-year-old student who, by his own admission, just knew a little about the Art of Forging and had managed to shatter the Thirty-Six Immortal Song using clever force.

In Uncle Yao's view, this was simply an unfair match, the very epitome of the strong bullying the weak—only this man could stoop so low.

"Old sir, I don't care about the loss, I just want to compare our abilities, rest assured, it will only be until first touch, moreover, if you think I am bullying the young?"

Shuichi Akita said, looking towards Miyamoto.

Seeing the latter nod, he said: "I can give this young friend ten moves, besides, old sir, I do not agree with your words, back when I traveled around Dongying, challenging various masters, which one of them was not older than me?"

"In my view, there is no difference in age among martial artists."

Miyamoto Jiro said these words, his body emitting a strong sense of confidence, like a sword drawn from its scabbard, making the onlookers somewhat understand why he had made such a name for himself in Dongying in the past.

"Hehe, well said, 'in martial arts, age does not matter.'"

At that moment, Qing Shan, who had been silently standing beside Uncle Yao, spoke.

He chuckled, looking towards Miyamoto Jiro, and said, "Since you feel this way, how about Qing Shan forgets his manners for once and challenges you to a contest today?"

"This..."

As Qing Shan stepped forward, everyone was momentarily stunned.

It was clear to any discerning eye that Qing Shan was Uncle Yao's personal protector.

This was a master of the Neijia within the realm, and his stepping forward to challenge Miyamoto Jiro indeed seemed like a case of the strong bullying the weak.

"Hehe, that little guy from Dongying probably didn't see this coming…"

"Just boasting, I want to see how he talks his way out of this."

The people around couldn't help but chuckle, now looking at Shuichi Akita with interest, wondering how he would choose.

To everyone's surprise, Shuichi Akita was not timid and seemed to have great confidence in Miyamoto Jiro, as he looked towards Jiro, his eyes gleaming with a belligerent light.

"Miyamoto Jiro is very interested in experiencing the martial arts of Huaxia."

With the battle imminent, under Uncle Yao's instructions, staff quickly moved, rearranging the exhibits around them. In the center of the exhibition hall, a space was cleared for Jiro and Qing Shan to compete.

Shuichi Akita was extremely confident in Miyamoto Jiro, and Uncle Yao, likewise, had confidence in Qing Shan.

A mere youngster, where does he get the courage to challenge a Neijia master?

"Qing Shan, fight as you will, but remember these fellows are our guests. Leave some mercy, don't injure them, understand?"

Although Uncle Yao disliked Shuichi Akita's arrogance, he always remembered that today he was the host and Shuichi Akita was the guest.

Hurting their dignity was not good, so he seriously warned Qing Shan to only teach a lesson and not to strike fatally.

"Qing Shan understands."

Qing Shan nodded and prepared to step forward to fight with Miyamoto Jiro.

"Wait a moment."

Just then, Xu Fan called out loudly, stopping Qing Shan.

"Hmm? Mr. Xu, you?"

Xu Fan looked seriously at Miyamoto Jiro and said, "Maybe, let me go instead."

"Hehe..."

Seeing Xu Fan's serious expression, Qing Shan couldn't help smiling, patted Xu Fan on the shoulder, and said, "Mr. Xu, Miyamoto Jiro is a renowned Sword Dao master from Dongying. You are no match for him."

"Rushing in recklessly will only result in injury. Let me handle this rough work."

In Qing Shan's view, Xu Fan's initiative to fight was just youthful vigor.

But he was a friend of Uncle Yao, and Qing Shan couldn't allow him to get hurt. Without giving Xu Fan a chance to explain, he moved towards Miyamoto Jiro.

"Kid, don't worry, Qing Shan can handle this type of situation well enough."

It seemed Uncle Yao was worried Xu Fan would feel guilty, he carefully reminded him.

Xiao Lan also patted Xu Fan on the shoulder and said, "Xu Fan, don't worry, Qing Shan's skills are not as bad as you think."

Xiao Lan, apart from Xia Yanyu, was the only person present who knew Xu Fan's capabilities, but she also knew Qing Shan's background. In her view, Qing Shan entering the fight was more than adequate.

As the two got ready, the crowd gathered around, holding their breath, watching the imminent battle between the two intensely.

Qing Shan didn't ask for any weapons, and at the moment, unarmed, he faced Jiro, who had a long sword tied to his waist.

It wasn't that he only knew hand-to-hand combat, but he had just been cautioned by Uncle Yao not to hurt Miyamoto Jiro, which was why he had chosen to fight unarmed.

"Xu Fan, why didn't you agree just now?"

The two had not yet started to fight and taking advantage of this moment, Xia Yanyu moved closer to Xu Fan.

She clearly knew that Xu Fan should be quite skilled, so could it be that Miyamoto Jiro was even more formidable?

Xu Fan, looking worriedly at Qing Shan in the arena, sighed and said, "I'm afraid of getting hurt..."

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