The Almighty Martial Arts System - Chapter 269

After arriving in Huacheng, Jiang Fei had no intention of hesitating. So, right after getting off the plane, he went straight to the hospital while Ye Yuanyuan went in his stead to deliver the challenge to Miyamoto Ichizen.

Seeing the smile on Jiang Fei’s face, Liu Yunduo and Su Mengnan were stunned, their expressions full of disbelief.

Frowning, Ye Yuanyuan glanced at Liu Yunduo lying on the hospital bed and said coldly, “He really has issued a challenge to Miyamoto Ichizen. In three days, they’ll duel at the ‘Eastern Dojo.’”

Hearing this, Su Mengnan nearly jumped for joy, barely resisting the urge to throw an arm around Jiang Fei’s shoulders. “Hero Jiang, you’re practically my idol!” he exclaimed, full of admiration. “I never expected you to issue the challenge so quickly! With you stepping in, that old dog Miyamoto won’t dare run wild on our land anymore!”

The spoiled young man’s mouth was as sharp as ever—his address for Jiang Fei had gone through three rapid upgrades: from “Dr. Jiang” to “Master Jiang,” and now to the flattering “Hero Jiang.”

But his excitement was genuine. He desperately wanted someone to teach Miyamoto Ichizen a brutal lesson.

As a fervent nationalist, Su Mengnan had never held Japanese swordsmanship in high regard. He’d founded the Swordsmanship Alliance specifically to oppose the Japanese swordsmanship world. After Liu Yunduo was severely injured, his hatred for Miyamoto Ichizen burned even hotter—he wished he could personally take that “old dog’s” life.

Unfortunately, his skills were laughable. Miyamoto didn’t even need a sword to deal with him. Despite having just been injured in his duel with Liu Yunduo, a single slap from Miyamoto sent Su Mengnan flying, spitting blood, nearly knocking him straight into the afterlife.

So, taking revenge himself was out of the question.

A few days earlier, he’d pinned his hopes on Wang Haoran, a renowned southern swordsman, only for Wang to be cut down by Miyamoto.

Now, in his eyes, the only one who could crush Miyamoto Ichizen’s arrogance was someone even more audacious, more dazzling, and more monstrous—Jiang Fei.

His own swordsmanship was still too shallow to compare Jiang Fei and Miyamoto’s skills, nor could he grasp the intricacies of the techniques Liu Yunduo described. But ever since witnessing Jiang Fei’s prowess in the capital, he’d felt an inexplicable sense of security around the man.

…..

“Why did you challenge Miyamoto Ichizen?” Liu Yunduo asked, puzzled. She remembered clearly that Jiang Fei was someone who avoided trouble—and, well, valued his life.

Back in the capital, when she’d asked him to duel, he’d refused vehemently. So why would he now willingly challenge Miyamoto Ichizen?

After all, Miyamoto was leagues stronger than she had been a month ago. A duel with him was no joke! In fact, Liu Yunduo doubted even Jiang Fei’s most refined techniques could guarantee victory.

“He’s doing it to avenge you,” Ye Yuanyuan interjected coldly.

“…” The answer left Liu Yunduo momentarily speechless.

Jiang Fei shot Ye Yuanyuan a glare before smiling. “Even if I hadn’t come to Huacheng to challenge Miyamoto, I’d still be on his hit list. Sooner or later, he’d come for me, and I wouldn’t be able to avoid it. So, I figured—why wait? Might as well take the initiative.”

“I see.” Jiang Fei’s explanation eased an inexplicable weight off Liu Yunduo’s chest. She already owed him two favors. If he’d gotten involved in this dangerous conflict for her sake again, she wouldn’t know how to repay him.

But as soon as the thought crossed her mind, guilt washed over her. Trying to distance herself felt selfish and ungrateful. Tightening her gaze, she quickly added, “Then let me describe my duel with Miyamoto in detail. Verbal explanations can’t replicate the actual experience, but knowing something is better than nothing.”

Jiang Fei nodded, accepting her offer.

…..

About half an hour later, Jiang Fei and Ye Yuanyuan left the hospital. Aside from her ruined right hand, Liu Yunduo’s injuries weren’t severe—even the scars on her face would begin fading in three days under Jiang Fei’s medicinal powder.

By the time Jiang Fei faced Miyamoto Ichizen at the Eastern Dojo, Liu Yunduo would likely be there to watch.

As they got into the SUV Ye Yuanyuan had procured from who-knows-where, she asked, “Did that long talk actually help you prepare for the duel?”

This time, Jiang Fei sat in the passenger seat instead of lounging in the back like a lord. “If she could’ve physically demonstrated Miyamoto’s techniques, maybe. But words alone? Useless.”

“Then why’d you waste so much time listening?!” Ye Yuanyuan snapped. With a cold smirk, she added, “First, you can’t stop flirting. Now, you’re showing off for no reason. One of these days, you’ll get yourself killed over a woman.”

Jiang Fei chuckled. “You don’t actually think I have ulterior motives toward Liu Yunduo, do you?”

“Don’t you?”

“I genuinely don’t.” Jiang Fei stated firmly. At most, he admired and respected her—nothing more.

After a pause, he added, “My feelings for her are the same as for you—just friendship. That should prove it, right? You know I’ve never had any improper thoughts about you.”

SCREECH—

The car swerved violently, nearly crashing into a lamppost.

Ye Yuanyuan’s eye twitched, barely restraining the urge to kick Jiang Fei out. “Oh, thank you. Thank you SO MUCH.”

This bastard would always be a bastard. For a split second, she almost wished Miyamoto would finish him off in three days—it’d be doing the world a favor!

“No need for thanks. I was just proving I’m not some womanizer.” Jiang Fei grinned. Teasing Ye Yuanyuan never got old.

“Not a womanizer? That’s rich.”

“How so?”

“Bai Ruoxi and Lin Jasmine—ring any bells? Openly two-timing isn’t womanizing? Or is it just ‘modern male role model’ behavior?”

“…”

“And what about Xia Xiaozhi and Xu Jing, those two high school girls holed up in your villa? Can’t even spare underage girls?”

“…” Jiang Fei opened his mouth to retort—then remembered Xu Jing, that big-chested lolita, forcibly kissing him. His confidence wavered.

“And Qiao Yiyi? Don’t even pretend you’re innocent with her. Swear you’ve never had impure thoughts about her—and if you have, may you lose all manly function.”

“…”

After a long silence, Jiang Fei said solemnly, “Let’s talk about the duel instead. I’m actually a bit nervous. No idea what to expect from Miyamoto’s two-sword style…”

Ye Yuanyuan shot him a sidelong glance, savoring her petty victory. “Trashy people love making excuses.”

Damn you!

…..

Eastern Dojo, Huacheng

The largest Japanese swordsmanship dojo in China, the Eastern Dojo was wildly popular among wealthy enthusiasts.

Today, however, it was closed to the public. Only a select few martial artists were permitted inside, guarded by kimono-clad sentinels.

The reason? Miyamoto Ichizen, the greatest master of the two-sword style and head of the Miyamoto clan, would duel China’s top swordsmanship prodigy—Jiang Fei.

Both men were rising stars in the martial world. One had earned the title “Sword God” at the Central Martial Arts Hall in the capital. The other, in just days, had crippled the Swordsmanship Alliance’s leader and slain the southern swordmaster Wang Haoran.

News of their clash had spread like wildfire, drawing widespread attention despite the short notice.

It was September—crisp autumn air, but with an edge of lethality.

The dojo’s courtyard, designed to evoke Japan, was lined with cherry trees. No blossoms remained, only fallen yellow leaves.

In a pavilion at the center, tea simmered on a stone table—premium Biluochun, its aroma rich and soothing.

The two men drinking it? None other than the duel’s main event: Miyamoto Ichizen and Jiang Fei.

The autumn wind rustled their robes—Jiang Fei’s long coat, Miyamoto’s kimono—as leaves swirled around them.

“I came to fight, not drink tea. Isn’t this a bit… pretentious?” Jiang Fei set his cup down untouched.

He wasn’t stupid.

Why refuse?

Remember how the great hero Huo Yuanjia died? That’s why. Jiang Fei’s impression of Japanese swordsmen was still shaped by old martial arts films.

For all he knew, Miyamoto might’ve poisoned the tea, ensuring Jiang Fei’s defeat mid-duel.

“Fight?” Miyamoto chuckled at the word.

“What’s so funny?” Jiang Fei frowned. “If you don’t like that term, I’ll rephrase.”

His voice turned icy.

“Today… I came to kill.”