Chapter 153: The Five Kage Surround and Ambush!-Just Came Down the Mountain and Was Surrounded by Beautiful Senior Sisters(A Lonely Scene on the Desert)

As her voice faded, a dense crowd of people suddenly surged out from around the massive tarmac.

There were media personnel hoisting cameras and leaders of various Japanese martial arts factions. The sheer density of the crowd rivaled the peak travel rush of the Spring Festival.

Furthermore, within the crowds not far away, powerful martial arts auras were scattered about—every single one of them was at least at the Martial King level!

"Five Shadow-tier masters, even Mr. Iga, known as the Number One Shadow of Japan, has come? Didn't he never leave seclusion?" Itō Hinata's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

Looking at the elderly man in a martial arts uniform slowly walking over, his scalp went entirely numb.

Mr. Iga was a formidable existence qualified to represent the Iga style. It was rumored that he had crossed into the third-tier Martial King realm long ago, standing alone in a league of his own among Japan's Ten Shadows.

Even the former master of the Koga style, who used to be on par with him, could only look up to him in despair, losing almost every single Shadow Challenge Match in recent years.

However, despite being a perennial loser, the master of Koga still securely held the position of the Second Shadow, also standing as a powerhouse who had nearly swept across Japan!

"Ye Tian, if you can walk out of here alive today, it will prove that Japan is completely devoid of talent!"

Itō Yoshiko giggled, her face plastered with triumph.

"You colluded with the authorities long ago! You planned to ambush Mr. Ye all along!"

Itō Hinata reacted, and his entire being felt thoroughly unwell.

He had just surrendered the previous second, not even having enjoyed his triple salary yet, only to find himself on the verge of packing up for good the very next second.

Are you kidding me? Five Martial Kings, and one of them was even a third-tier Martial King!

Such a lineup, placed in any country in the world, was an existence capable of sweeping across entire regions. Even the superpower nations and their extraordinary associations would have to show them the utmost respect!

Yet these five supreme powerhouses had come to the Itō family estate with the sole purpose of encircling and annihilating Ye Tian!

Should he be grateful for the importance they attached to Ye Tian, or should he first figure out how to save his own skin? That was the question...

Itō Hinata fell into a mental storm.

Although from a long-term perspective he was more inclined to support Ye Tian, if he lost his life, how could he ever enjoy any benefits?

Just as he was hesitating,

A sudden, unpreventable punch came hurtling toward them!

"Damn it, you actually blocked it." An arrogant, grim laughter came from close by as an enormously fat, super-sized man looked at Ye Tian with a face full of regret.

The Sumo King, Musashi!

This man had the face of a Caucasian, yet spoke fluent Japanese. The yellow teeth in his mouth emitted an unpleasant odor, causing people to knit their brows slightly.

That powerful and heavy punch just now was delivered by him.

A fierce gale swept across the area, creating a massive drop in air pressure that blew a crowd of people off their feet.

Ye Tian flicked his nose with his hand and said with utter disdain,

"This little bit of strength is nowhere near enough."

Standing before him was a second-tier Martial King. In terms of strength, he was somewhat stronger than Miyamoto, and his aura was far more ferocious—he was a purely strength-based fighter.

However, this brute force of his was completely ineffective against Ye Tian. With a simple application of internal force translation, ninety percent of his strength was neutralized.

As for the remaining ten percent, he could take it head-on even with his guard completely down.

Truly bizarre...

Despite acting fiercely on the surface, Musashi could not help but feel inwardly shocked. This was clearly a punch thrown with all his might; although he hadn't used any ancient martial arts techniques, it had been launched completely by surprise.

Logically speaking, even if the opponent could block it purely with physical strength, it shouldn't have been done with such casual ease.

After all, even that old monster from the Iga style wouldn't necessarily have been able to remain completely expressionless!

He must have used some special technique.

Yes, he must have played some trick!

Dissatisfied in his heart, Musashi frowned and did not press forward for the moment, instead standing there in a sheer stalemate with him.

"Fatty, come back. Don't be rash."

From afar came the calm and breezy voice of the old man in the martial arts uniform.

"Old fogey, I don't need you to teach me." Though refusing to submit verbally, Musashi gritted his teeth and retreated.

In this world, the strong were revered. Since his strength fell far short of Iga's, it was only right to obey his command.

Besides, his coming uninvited today was in response to a request from the imperial family to encircle and kill Ye Tian!

What they wanted was a crisp and clean execution, killing him with the highest possible efficiency.

If the battle dragged on for too long, it might impair the dignity of the Emperor and cause the authorities to lose public credibility.

This was something no Japanese powerhouse wished to see. After all, they relied on Japan; the more stably the country could develop its economy, the better treatment they themselves could enjoy.

"Well then, shall we make a move now, or?"

Musashi looked at the two veteran powerhouses with a questioning gaze.

"No rush. With so many media outlets watching, let them record first," Iga said with a smile, lowering his voice.

Outside, gongs and drums were clanging away. Reporters hoisted their cameras, positioning them at the most optimal recording angles, and began their broadcasts.

"Ye Tian used a sneak attack to murder a Shadow-tier powerhouse of our nation. For the glory of Japan, Mr. Iga has decided to personally lead the extermination!"

"The battle is about to begin!"

The live recording from the scene was promptly broadcast across all of Japan, and numerous viewers soon restreamed the feed internationally.

"Woohoo, finally able to hold our heads high! With Mr. Iga personally present, this Ye Tian has nowhere to run!"

"Mr. Iga possesses invincible might! If he wants to kill Ye Tian, it will only take half a minute!"

"To the person above, you're wrong. Mr. Iga will only need one second to kill him!"

...

The live-stream comment section erupted into heated discussions. At the same time, Sachiko, far away on the eastern coast, was also silently watching all of this.

Her face was filled with worry.

That was Mr. Iga, known as the Emperor's strongest subordinate, who had enjoyed absolute supremacy across Japan back in the day! Did even a powerhouse like that have to kill Lord Ye?

Lord Ye, run quickly! He is too powerful, you are no match for him!

Danger!

Although she was also Japanese, Sachiko did not wish to see Ye Tian killed. She knew Lord Ye was a good person; his killing of the three Iga temple masters was merely to avenge those one hundred fallen warriors.

Lord Ye had not harmed a single other person from the Forty-Nine Iga Courtyards.

Yet, no matter how anxious she felt inside, Sachiko could only watch helplessly, lacking even the qualification to go to the scene and cheer him on.

Who could blame her for being merely the daughter of an ordinary fisherman...

Accompanied by the media hype, the atmosphere on the tarmac grew feverish. Catcalls and condemnations filled the ears of the Itō family members, scaring them so pale that their faces lost all color.

Damn it, as ninjas, the few of them had never witnessed such a spectacle in their entire lives!

Not to mention the Five Shadows in front of them, the dozens of Dipper-realm masters surrounding the outer perimeter were enough to make anyone's heart race.

This was virtually the entirety of Japan's elite forces, all gathered right here.

"My legs feel a bit soft," Itō Zen said honestly.

"If your legs are soft, go sit on the side. I won't have the spare energy to look after you from now on," Ye Tian said with a slight frown.

Five Martial Kings, including one third-tier.

Even he did not have overwhelming odds of winning.

After all, every single stage among Martial Kings represented a massive leap. Just what kind of combat tier existed above the second tier remained an unknown.

"Then should we... perhaps step aside for a bit first?"

Itō Zen asked weakly, completely devoid of backbone.