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Chapter 345 - 315: Cultivating Intentions, Choosing People

Chapter 345: Chapter 315: Cultivating Intentions, Choosing People

"So as long as we issue a challenge, Hongmen will either have to send Li San into battle with injuries or find a young person around your age to fight," Koda Shinmei said with a smile. "Xiaoze-kun, at your age, not only in our Japan, even within the entire Chinese Martial Arts World, there are very few who are your match."

For some reason, upon hearing these words, Xiaoze Wutian immediately thought of Wu Li.

He remembered Wu Li breaking the UFC record right in front of him, and the scene on the long street where Wu Li, with a spear in hand, pierced through Watanabe Ryosuke’s chest.

That scene made a deep impression on Xiaoze Wutian; even now, recalling it sent shivers down his spine.

"Master, within the younger generation of the Chinese Martial Arts World, there are indeed people," Xiaoze Wutian said with a slightly odd tone.

Koda Shinmei glanced at Xiaoze Wutian: "I know who you’re talking about, Wu Li!"

With the mention of this name, a trace of hatred flickered in his eyes.

The Watanabe Ryosuke was not only a Sword Master but also a celebrity in the Island Country Martial Arts World, and he had a close relationship with Koda Shinmei. Both from the Guandong Association, they often exchanged ideas and were close friends.

"Wu Li killed Watanabe-kun, and we, the Guandong Association, will definitely seek revenge!" Koda Shinmei said with an icy tone.

Xiaoze Wutian: "After this martial arts match, I would like to publicly challenge him."

Koda Shinmei chuckled coldly: "He’s now famous, has a career, and is doing well in the UFC. He might not be willing to fight such a life-or-death battle with you."

Xiaoze Wutian fell silent; indeed, Wu Li was not the same type of person as he and Li San, and might not be willing to get involved in the feuds of the Underworld.

"Never mind him for now. I called you here today not only to tell you about the martial arts match but also to teach you a Mental Cultivation Method," said Koda Shinmei.

"Mental Cultivation?" Xiaoze Wutian asked, curious.

Koda Shinmei nodded: "This is a method I won from a Boxer I defeated in Indonesia years ago."

"He combined aspects of Chinese Buddhism’s Zen meditation with Indian methods of Qi Cultivation to create a unique Mental Cultivation Method."

"When I fought him, he burst out with an amazing momentum at the last moment and almost turned defeat into victory. It left a deep impression on me. It’s a method that stores our usual vigor, energy, and spirit and releases it explosively at a critical moment, very mysterious. Only when one understands ’momentum’ and one’s Spiritual Cultivation reaches the Emptiness Realm, can a Martial Artist use it."

Koda Shinmei’s eyes dimmed: "I once taught this method to Watanabe-kun, who combined it with the Iaido, and the effect was very good. Watanabe-kun said he once went for half a year without drawing his sword, always nurturing the sword’s spirit with this Mental Cultivation Method. He then performed what he believed to be his most satisfactory strike to date. Unfortunately, even this method has its limits; both Watanabe-kun and I could maintain it for only up to half a year. Continuing further would make one irritated and mentally unstable, which in turn would be counterproductive to one’s practice."

Listening, Xiaoze Wutian was utterly captivated. This incredible Mental Cultivation Method, if prepared in advance of the martial arts match, would be almost like cheating!

Koda Shinmei looked at him: "I will now pass this Mental Cultivation Method onto you. With your talent, you should be able to master it quickly. Since it’s your first time practicing this method, being able to maintain it for a month is already quite impressive, so we’ll set the match to take place in one month."

Xiaoze Wutian nodded, guessing that they didn’t want to give Li San too much time to recover from his injuries.

"Sit cross-legged and follow my instructions."

Koda Shinmei had Xiaoze Wutian sit down and began to teach him the Mental Cultivation Method.

At the same time, the Guandong Association’s challenge was sent to Hongmen Zhiyuan Hall.

...

In New York, United States, inside a skyscraper.

All the decision-makers of Hongmen Zhiyuan Hall were gathered together in a meeting room.

Still chaired by Hall Master Zheng Yingrong, he looked around: "Everyone has seen the challenge, so let’s hear your thoughts."

The person sitting opposite Zheng Yingrong hesitated, then spoke up: "Old Six, how serious is Li San’s injury?"

Hearing this, the others also turned their gazes towards Zheng Yingrong. Outside of the Hongmen, few within the organization knew the exact extent of Li San’s injuries, apart from the medical staff involved, only the Hall Master and Zheng Yingrong were privy.

Zheng Yingrong pursed his lips: "He was shot four times, one in the abdomen. It won’t heal so easily."

That is to say, he hasn’t recovered yet.

This statement brought the atmosphere in the conference room to a somber low. Li San had been able to get out of bed long ago and now could even engage in combat with others, but that was only limited to fighting ordinary people. For a martial arts competition like this, no one dared to let Li San fight with an injury.

"Let’s not consider Li San then. Who else do we have?" another person asked.

The others looked at each other, but no one spoke up.

These days, martial arts experts are rarer than giant pandas; they’re not so easily trained. Moreover, this was the kind of competition where life or death might be decided, not something to be taken on by just a few combat sports athletes.

In the entire Zhiyuan Hall, there were experts, but not a single one could last ten moves against Li San. Sending any of these people to fight did not instill confidence in anyone present.

"Is it possible to borrow someone from another branch?" someone by Zheng Yingrong’s side asked tentatively.

Zheng Yingrong’s face was expressionless, "Guandong Association’s Xiaoze Wutian, not even twenty years old. If we don’t send Li San, then we must send a young fighter in his place, or they won’t agree to it."

"Fuck-- that’s so damn sneaky!" someone blurted out in anger.

The others also couldn’t restrain themselves and burst into a series of curses; for a moment, the conference room was filled with a chorus of swearing.

"Old Six."

Sitting in the prime position, the always silent Hall Master Situ Yun suddenly spoke up.

As soon as he began to speak, everyone fell silent and turned their gaze to him.

Even though Zheng Yingrong was practically running the entire Zhiyuan Hall now and Situ Yun was semi-retired, his many years of prestige were still present. As long as he held his position for one day, no one dared to ignore him or disobey his word.

"Speak," Zheng Yingrong said respectfully.

Situ Yun asked, "We must agree to this duel?"

Zheng Yingrong looked somewhat troubled, thought for a moment, and then said, "After the last attack, the Guandong Association completely withdrew from the United States, and even because of the last incident, were cleaned up by the US government. However, they are skilled in their approach, and at some cost, they took the chance to let the US government act as an intermediary for them, organizing this duel. It is ostensibly to resolve previous grievances between us, but in truth, this duel is not only involving the Guandong Association; they’ve also united with other organizations from Japan with the aim of breaking into the United States."

Situ Yun nodded, "That is to say, we can’t refuse to fight."

Even if Hongmen is formidable, it’s still on foreign soil, where one often cannot contend with greater force. If a confrontation can be resolved by a duel, without tearing faces apart, it’s something everyone would prefer to see.

"Our Hongmen has been developing better and better in the United States in recent years, it seems some people are taking note and want to draw in other forces to throw things into chaos," Situ Yun said coldly.

"What are the stakes for this duel?"

Zheng Yingrong replied, "The Guandong Association is willing to put up three hundred million US dollars as the wager, and in addition, they want in on some of our foreign trade deals. If we win, they are willing to open up a few ports’ business to us."

The ’foreign trade’ of Hongmen naturally did not refer only to legitimate business.

Situ Yun sneered, "Their appetite is certainly not small."

"So, borrowing someone from another branch, even if we set aside whether or not there is a suitable candidate, if we do borrow, we need to discuss how to divide the spoils first," someone spoke up.

With such high stakes involved in the duel, even if everyone is part of Hongmen, other branches wouldn’t join the battle without incentive.

"Then this choice of fighter just got even more difficult," another person chimed in.

The American Hongmen had more than a dozen branches and was not a single solid block. Relationships between the branches were complex. Borrowing a person, dividing the spoils; whom to borrow from? How to divide? And if we lose and the person gets injured or dies, what then? There were too many considerations...

Situ Yun looked towards Zheng Yingrong, "Old Six, what are your thoughts?"

Zheng Yingrong looked around and said, "I do have a candidate in mind."

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