The Almighty Martial Arts System - Chapter 276

Jiang Fei had no idea who Liu Sheng Qianxia’s uncle was, so naturally, he didn’t know whose opponent he was about to become—nor did he particularly care.

After all, he was absolutely confident in his own strength. Some might call it arrogance, but deep down, he felt that the so-called masters of the world were nothing special!

Jiang Fei believed he had already reached the pinnacle of individual combat prowess in the real world. He didn’t need to level up much further, nor did he need to learn miraculous techniques like “Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms” or “Everlasting Life Sutra” to prove his invincibility.

Hadn’t he already defeated Miyamoto Kazuma, a living legend in Japanese swordsmanship and the undisputed master of the dual-blade style for over a decade? If even such a formidable opponent fell before him, who else in the world could possibly stand a chance?

Surely, Liu Sheng Qianxia’s uncle, no matter how skilled, couldn’t surpass someone of Miyamoto’s caliber.

So, brimming with confidence, Jiang Fei wasn’t the least bit intimidated by the prospect of a new challenger. In fact, he welcomed it—his “North Darkness Divine Art” would level up faster that way.

With that in mind, Jiang Fei patted Liu Sheng Qianxia’s shoulder and said with a grin, “Classmate Liu Sheng Qianxia, if your uncle wants to challenge me, tell him to come at me.”

Then, without waiting for a response, he walked past her, leaving the girl standing there, looking utterly exasperated.

After the Battle

With the fight over and Jiang Fei gone, the crowd of martial artists in the Eastern Dojo also dispersed, satisfied.

For many, this wasn’t just the end of a duel—it was a symbolic victory for the Chinese martial world against an outsider, a successful defense against an “invasion.” Their pride had been restored.

Outside the Dojo

“What took you so long?”

At a parking spot not far from the dojo’s entrance, the window of a military off-road vehicle rolled down. Ye Yuanyuan, wearing sunglasses and resting her head on one hand, gave Jiang Fei a cool glance.

Jiang Fei chuckled as he approached the car. “What, you really didn’t go in to watch my fight with Miyamoto Kazuma?”

Ye Yuanyuan smirked, her tone dripping with disdain. “I said I wouldn’t watch, so I didn’t. I was planning to go in and collect your corpse, but surprise—you actually won. Guess I underestimated you.”

“Oh really?” Jiang Fei narrowed his eyes slightly, his smile taking on an odd, knowing quality as he studied her face—as if his gaze could pierce right through her sunglasses.

Under that scrutiny, Ye Yuanyuan felt an inexplicable fluster, even though she knew he couldn’t actually see her eyes.

“What do you mean, ‘oh really’?” she snapped, her brow furrowing.

Did this guy somehow figure out that she had secretly slipped into the dojo to watch the fight? Not that it mattered—as long as he didn’t know she’d also brought backup, ready to storm in and save him if things went south.

At the time, she hadn’t thought much of it. She’d acted on instinct, without any shame. But now, faced with Jiang Fei, the idea of him finding out made her feel strangely embarrassed.

“So, you really had no idea I’d won? And you definitely didn’t step foot inside that dojo?” Jiang Fei pressed, still grinning.

Ye Yuanyuan’s eyes flickered behind her shades, her heart skipping a beat. How the hell did he notice? Wasn’t he busy fighting for his life? How did he even have the attention to spare for her?

“Fine, I went in! What’s it to you?” she finally barked, refusing to back down. This was Ye Yuanyuan, after all—the same woman who struck fear into the hearts of spoiled rich kids across Jincheng.

She even yanked off her sunglasses to glare at him defiantly. “Since when do I need your permission to enter the Eastern Dojo?”

Jiang Fei shrugged, feigning innocence. “I was just making conversation. I never said you couldn’t go in. Honestly, I’m touched you cared enough to watch. It means we’re good friends, right?”

Ye Yuanyuan’s face flushed.

Had she overreacted?

There was nothing wrong with admitting she’d watched the fight. Why had she gotten so defensive? Damn it, this was all his fault!

But just as she started to calm down, Jiang Fei’s tone shifted again. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he added, “Though… I could’ve sworn you weren’t alone in there. Didn’t you have a few friends with you? Military types, if I’m not mistaken. Carrying real guns, too—looked like they were about to storm the place at one point. Did I see that right?”

“——”

Ye Yuanyuan’s composure shattered. Her face twisted with anger—and something else she couldn’t quite name.

How the hell did he know every single detail?!

And why did he have to call her out like this? She should’ve known he’d never let her live it down.

Jiang Fei’s grin widened. “So, you brought armed backup because you were worried Miyamoto would kill me? That’s… really sweet of you.”

He even batted his eyelashes, putting on an exaggerated, bashful expression.

“You—!” Ye Yuanyuan was so furious she could barely speak. She wanted nothing more than to kick him away from the car. “I—I was just repaying a debt! For saving my grandfather! Don’t read into it, you idiot!”

Jiang Fei rolled his eyes and moved to open the passenger door. “Sure, sure, whatever you say. Let’s discuss this inside—”

“No! Get your own ride back to the hotel! And find your own way home to Jincheng—I’m not going with you!” Before he could get in, she slammed the accelerator and sped off, leaving him standing in the dust.

That infuriating, mocking look of his made her skin crawl. If he got in the car, she’d probably strangle him before they made it five blocks.

“Hey…!” Jiang Fei waved halfheartedly as the car disappeared.

Only when it was completely out of sight did his playful demeanor vanish. His expression turned serious, all traces of teasing gone.

“Finally got rid of her.” Adjusting his tattered robe, he strolled leisurely down the street, his eyes sharp and alert.

He’d deliberately provoked her into leaving.

……

An Unforeseen Encounter

Night had fallen by the time Jiang Fei found himself in a quiet, nearly empty teahouse. The staff eyed his disheveled appearance warily, so he paid upfront for his tea to ease their suspicions.

Two minutes later, a visitor arrived—a gaunt Taoist priest in a blue robe, his long black hair tied in a traditional knot. Unlike Jiang Fei’s ragged attire, this man looked every bit the part of a wandering ascetic.

But one detail stood out: the priest carried no fly-whisk. Instead, a dark, ancient-looking wooden sword was strapped to his back. Its surface bore an almost metallic sheen, hinting at something extraordinary.

“May I sit?” the priest asked, smiling.

“You can stand if you prefer,” Jiang Fei replied flatly.

The priest chuckled. “Then I’ll sit.”

“Why?”

“Because you’ve been expecting me.”

Jiang Fei’s voice turned icy. “No. You’ve been following me. You let me notice you—because you wanted this conversation.”

The priest nodded approvingly. “Clever indeed.”

Cutting through the pleasantries, Jiang Fei demanded, “Who are you? What do you want?”

His wariness now far exceeded what he’d shown against Miyamoto.

This old priest… was on an entirely different level.