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Chapter 519: 308: Dreams and Surging Dark Tides
Chapter 519: 308: Dreams and Surging Dark Tides
“I’m Shinkan Isshin, come to pay a visit.”
Kyoto.
Shinkan Isshin was smiling lightly, gently knocking on the door in front of him.
In front of him was a martial arts hall located in the east of Kyoto City.
This martial arts hall was called Jia Shan Martial Arts School and the strength of its disciples was not outstanding.
Schools like this were incomparable to either the Committee Sects or Class A martial arts halls in the Martial Arts Association.
However, under the watchful eye of two observers…
Since he had left the hotel.
For the entire afternoon, Shinkan Isshin had been visiting this type of martial arts halls and had been sparring with disciples from these schools one by one.
Many martial arts halls were thrilled to challenge Shinkan Isshin once they learned his identity.
It was just a pity that…
Throughout Kyoto…
None of the disciples of any martial art hall could throw even half a move in front of Shinkan Isshin.
Some martial art halls even had their heads go into battle themselves, but the outcome remained unchanged.
But…..
This act of Shinkan Isshin challenging all of Kyoto’s martial arts hall single-handedly.
Not only did it fail to astonish the two observers…
It actually caused a great deal of confusion.
“What is this idiot from a small mountain country trying to do?”
“He’s so arrogant, why doesn’t he go swagger around our Yihe Gate”
On the outside of a skyscraper several kilometers away…
A burly man in a tight black vest was looking in the direction of Shinkan Isshin, with a contemptuous expression on his face.
His name was Zhong Shan.
The second disciple of Yihe Gate.
Speaking of which, he had met Chen Sheng twice.
The first time they met was at the Scripture Repository.
The second time was when Chen Sheng casually killed one of his Desire Avatars while exploring the Heavenly Person’s Slumbering Land.
In the subsequent series of events…
Zhong Shan had witnessed firsthand Chen Sheng’s terrifying power that was comparable to that of gods.
This is why…
At this time, Zhong Shan said that he hoped Shinkan Isshin could go and challenge Yihe Gate.
He quite looked forward to seeing this scum from a small mountain country being slapped away by Chen Sheng in one slap.
Meanwhile, standing next to Zhong Shan…
A young man with an upright stature closed his eyes, leaning against the wall.
“Bullying ordinary people to satisfy his own vanity?”
“This behavior is indeed despicable, but it seems normal coming from this kind of person.”
He spoke, raising the corner of his mouth and taking over the conversation.
His name was Huo Zheng, the top disciple of the Heling Sect.
Both of them were disciples of the Committee Sect and were of relatively high status and strength.
In the Martial Arts Association, all the truly powerful sects would choose to station in the wilderness without exception.
Therefore, for them, these martial art halls doing business in the city were no different from ordinary people.
However, although the two people were ridiculing each other…
The vigilance in their hearts did not lessen because of this.
After a few simple banter…
The two returned to the main topic.
“Is there anything unusual about the hotel?”
Zhong Shan asked.
“No.”
“Everything’s normal.”
Huo Zheng replied.
As soon as his words fell…
The two fall silent simultaneously.
Watching Shinkan Isshin embark on what he called “combat” again.
The furrow between Zhong Shan’s eyebrows deepened.
This scum from a small mountain country…
From beginning to end, he had not shown any unique martial arts skills.
He only relied on ordinary martial arts skills.
Plus, it seemed as if he had nothing better to do than to challenge various martial arts halls.
Zhong Shan had an inexplicable intuition…
While they were being led around by the nose by Shinkan Isshin.
Perhaps something bad was happening somewhere else.
A martial artist’s intuition was usually very sharp.
Plus, it was a critical moment now.
Any small sign of a problem, Zhong Shan would not ignore.
So why would he continue to sit here, watching Shinkan Isshin putting on airs?
He wouldn’t stand it.
Conveniently…
As a disciple of Yihe Gate…
The Seven Demon Mental Method he cultivated could release the Desire Demon Body.
The number of people in the whole of China who knew about this ability would not exceed ten.
It’s perfectly suitable for doing some things…
Like… gauging the strength of the other party.
Thinking of this…
“Has the meeting ended?”
Zhong Shan spoke again.
“There’s still one hour.”
A reply came from his side.
“Hmm.”
“I’ll go and probe this kid’s real ability.”
“You can just keep an eye on him from afar.”
“If there’s anything unusual, notify the chairman immediately.”
Zhong Shan’s words came too suddenly.
Huo Zheng, who was originally performing secret skills, opened his eyes and looked at Zhong Shan in astonishment.
He had taken part in countless monitoring missions…
But running directly in front of the one being monitored halfway through was the first time he had seen it.
“Big brother, are you serious?”
Huo Zheng asked for confirmation.
“What are you thinking?”
“I’m not going over there to have a life and death battle with him.”
“This is downtown, am I crazy?”
“Just a simple test, and I’ll leave after.”
Zhong Shan rolled his eyes.
As his words came out…
His figure immediately disappeared where he was standing.
Left with no choice…
Huo Zheng had to close his eyes again and focus his gaze on where Shinkan Isshin was.
Kyoto
Somewhere in a private residence.
An old man in a loose white vest was sitting on his couch in the living room.
He was picking his feet while watching a TV show broadcasted on the screen.
The nagging sound of his wife came from inside the kitchen from time to time.
But the old man ignored it, his eyes unstirred from the TV screen, transfixed.
He would even shout and scream along with the plot on the TV.
“Well done killing!”
“These damn small mountain country bastards, they deserve to die a hundred times!”
The old man cursed fervently.
Only when the commercial break came…
Did he get up from the couch and went to the kitchen door, describing his sights of the day in a gong-like voice.