The Favored Son of Heaven

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

Blood filled body, red eyes, overwhelming posture, after fighting a battle like a mad demon. The power of being able to kill two martial dao master in a short period of time had enveloped the entire battlefield completely.

Hatakeyama Kazuo and Qin Fen clashed with each other. They fought an intense chilling battle instinctively and their body drifted half a meter backward unknowingly.

Hatakeyama Kazuo had the status of martial dao master today because he had killed people more than once. Otherwise, it would be impossible to reach this height today. But today, in the face of Qin Fen’s demonic, overwhelming, and wild attitude, he was really afraid and his heart and body showed fear instinctively.

Be it Kyokushin Kouten or Bae Seong-Joon, Hatoyama Kazuo competed with the two big martial dao masters confidently, but the winning rate was only fifty-fifty. If the same martial dao masters exchanged blows continuously, by the second round, he would have no chance of winning.

Hatakeyama Kazuo looked at the overwhelming red eyes of Qin Fen. He repeatedly deeply inhaled cold air repeatedly and thought, “How are these human eyes, they seem to be the eyes of a war demon…”

Several martial dao masters’ hearts tremble slightly. Although this was not pointed at them, they could still feel Qin Fen’s overwhelming aura as one of the strongest martial dao masters, the power that declared: who else other than me?!

Hashimoto Nagashiro saw this battle and the excitement caused his body fat to tremble. This battle Qin Fen won in terms aura of power, because of bravery, and because of his heart of martial dao.

Song Zhenting, who was emotionally moved, nodded repeatedly. Qin Fen’s two consecutive battles were breakthroughs beyond his limit. It was not some small universe explosion, but a synthesis of everything that he could integrate and all things that could be merged and stimulated. The potential was the same and he released the aura of power of a martial artist who dares to fight.

“This battle is really beautiful.” Song Zhenting applauded. Before fighting against Kyokushin Kouten, Qin Fen would have lost a lot in the previous battle where he killed Bae Seong-Joon, a battle that must have provoked some potential internal injuries. He should have found a place to rest immediately.

Kyokushin Kouten’s four-star biochemical beast became an important piece for him to qualify for the final victory.

However, Kyokushin Kouten’s victory chances in this series did not give him any winning advantages.

Qin Fen blew out the Investiture of the Gods twenty-four times in a single breath. Every punch hit the body of Kyokushin Kouten. Initially, the biochemical beast’s regenerative capacity did play a very strong role, but its regenerative construction speed could not be compared with the Qin Fen’s Investiture of the Gods demolition and destruction speed.

The power of the mighty Investiture of the Gods was like the urban personnel of the barbaric demolition. The blows had broken the strong defense and regeneration of Kyokushin Kouten’s body. In the end, when he took the twenty-third attack of the Investiture of the Gods, the meridians and the organs in his body had been shattered completely and he was shocked to death on the spot. Only the body was seemingly intact from the outside.

When Kyokushin Kouten took the twenty-third hit from the Investiture of the Gods, his arms raised instinctively. Before they could be lifted fully, the body’s instinct has stopped working, along with the disappearance of life.

Song Zhenting can only admire the regenerative ability of the level four biochemical beast but it was still not comparable to Qin Fen’s Investiture of the Gods.

Looking at Qin Fen, who was standing on the ground like a bloody war demon, Song Zhenting frowned slightly. He was doubtful about whether Qin Fen could still live. Although the principle of Investiture of the Gods couldn’t be understood, it could also be seen that every time he hit, he put the body under tremendous pressure. It should be a martial arts technique that could be used when the body is in good condition. To use it in an injured state… one would hurt themselves before hurting the enemy.

The martial artists who spectated the battle in the sky all had their attention on the body of Hatakeyama Kazuo. They wanted to see his reaction.

A huge body resembling a mountain stood in front of Qin Fen. Hashimoto Nagashiro looked at Kyokushin Kouten and shook his head gently. Although he did not say anything, his actions told people his intent clearly. If someone wanted to fight Qin Fen, who had fought two martial dao masters consecutively, they would first have to go through his Neo Sumo.

Hatakeyama Kazuo looked at Hashimoto Nagashiro with a stern face and sighed in his heart. If we could stand side by side at this moment, maybe we could… we are Japanese, why…

“What a shame…” Hatakeyama Kazuo sighed again. He thought in his heart that if this battle was carried out at Mount Fuji, then Kyokushin Kouten would make more profit and would reduce Qin Fen’s advantage. Perhaps the end result would be different.

Hashimoto Nagashiro shook his fat neck gently and Kyokushin Kouten could read some words from his eyes, Martial dao regardless of nationality! The world had already become the same!

Clatter…

The hatch of a helicopter in the sky was broken from the inside by the violent power.

Coquettish shouting sounds came out from the cabin, and Xue Tian, who was in a light blue martial artist suit landed on the ground beside Qin Fen. With a lazy smile on his lips, his right hand slid gently on his katana on the top of the handle slowly. He said, “My brother fought two battles, which have made my heart excited. I heard the new Aikido master Mr. Hatakeyama Kazuo can use his bare hands like white blades as simply as taking something from a bag, I would like to see that.”

Hatakeyama Kazuo cheek muscles twitched and both his eyes contracted cautiously and stared at the katana on Xue Tian’s waist. He took a deep breath into his lungs.

Everyone present was a martial dao expert. Xue Tian, who had invited himself and appeared with a few blade techniques had given everyone a weird feeling.

Blade, no sheath! Sharp aura breaks the sky!

People, don’t do it! Battle intent rushing into the sky!

Xue Tian was different from Qin Fen. He lacked the external release of Qin Fen’s martial dao but had a more introverted aura of power that Qin Fen did not have. This was not because Xue Tian’s realm was higher than Qin Fen, but rather, a determination of his character. Usually, he looked more like a casual gangster.

A kind of restraint was not caused, but for Hatakeyama Kazuo of Aikido, it was a threat that was more difficult to describe.

The martial dao connoisseurs who were present at the moment of Xue Tian’s appearance felt that this kid’s whole body had a hidden aura of blades. There was more than just the one blade in his hand.

How many knives does this young Xue Tian have on the body? Song Zhenting was somewhat unable to estimate the exact number of blades on Xue Tian’s body.

Fight? Or don’t fight? Hatakeyama Kazuo’s heart hesitated. He faced the provocation of the younger generation. If he chose not to fight, then the reputation of the new Aikido would sustain some damage.

Fight? When Hatakeyama Kazuo looked at Xue Tian, he didn’t know why there was a special feeling. This kid who just appeared was no better than Qin Fen. He may not have the majestic boxing power, but he had more quick-witted changes.

Fight? Or not fight? Hatakeyama Kazuo’s eyebrows condensed like a hemp rope as he looked up at the helicopter in the sky.

Several young martial artists’ aura in the cabin were condensed together, and while their strengths may be less than fifteen-stars, it did not mean that they lacked an overflowing intent to fight.

Hatakeyama Kazuo had no doubt that if he had won against Xue Tian, these young people would jump out and challenge him like animals.

Defeat Xue Tian? Hatakeyama Kazuo was confident that he could not be as cool as how Qin Fen was when he killed Bae Seong-Joon. Even if it was possible to win Xue Tian, it would come with an expensive price. At that time, he would have no power to face the follow-up round-robin challenges. This was a real problem.

Hatakeyama Kazuo’s hands were placed behind him. He raised his chin and looked at the turbid sky, “The new Aikido is the new Aikido and the new Karate is the new Karate. Purging, of course, will be completed by a true Hatakeyama Kazuo’s disciple, my new Aikido would not intervene.”

The voice fell and the body of Hatakeyama Kazuo shook with the sound of the wind as he flew away from the battlefield. There was not even the slightest hint of nostalgia.

The other martial dao master in the sky looked at the broken battlefield and looked at the departing Hatakeyama Kazuo who had left silently.

There was nothing left to continue to reminisce with the collapsed Hallasan. Today, although the time of the two consecutive battles was very short, they were extremely fierce.

Song Zhenting did not turn back to look at Hallasan. His lips always had a faint smile. He thought, It was not a waste of a trip to spectate this battle. Although Qin Fen is not as good as me, he was still able to draw out a lot of unexpected experiences from this battle.

“Propose?” Song Zhenting smiled more and more, “Maybe it will be more interesting than I thought.”

Hashimoto Nagashiro turned his meaty body and looked down at Qin Fen, “Kid, I am still alive.”

Qin Fen barely squeezed out a smile, “Senior, still alive.”

“Senior?” Hashimoto Nagashiro’s two thick black eyebrows gathered with the fat on the forehead, “Kid, you are also from Sacred Martial Hall right? I also came out from there. We are from the same sect, when was there a senior or a junior? If you like me, you can call me Hashimoto, let’s be friends. After dinner, let’s drink tea and talk about martial arts. If you do not like me, you can continue to call me a senior.”

Qin Fen endured the pain of his facial muscles and laughed bitterly. Although it was the first time he saw the founder of Neo Sumo, Hashimoto Nagashiro, he had to admit that he had a favorable and bold personality. Nothing was fake.

A martial dao senior, the martial dao master of the founding sect, Kyokushin Kouten, who showed his demeanor on the top of the sky. Qin Fen couldn’t find him. Was there any way to tell the other person? I don’t think you are pleasing to my eye.

“Hashimoto brother.” Qin Fen squeezed his eyes, “My disciple is badly hurt, could you carry him?”

“Yes!”

Hashimoto Nagashiro’s huge body was very flexible. His ankles turned a bit and he appeared in front of Kyokushin Genichi.

Xue Tian smiled and turned his back to Qin Fen, as he bent his waist gently and his arms swayed back and forth.

Qin Fen did not mind, his legs relaxed and his body laid onto the back of Xue Tian, Qin Fen’s arms were put on Xue Tian’s shoulder weakly.

The second battle was too fierce. Against Hatakeyama Kazuo, who was once nimble, Qin Fen’s battle intent and aura of power had been drained completely. How could the body fight when even walking had become difficult? Xue Tian took the initiative to signal how he would be hypocritical to push off his politeness.

Even if Xue Tian didn’t make the action to carry, Qin Fen would also say the same.

Wukong technique! Xue Tian carried Qin Fen on his back and Xue Tian showed the Wukong technique that Qin Fen had not yet learned and they flew into the helicopter.

Hashimoto Nagashiro entered the cabin and laid down Kyokushin Genichi, then bowed to Sakra with respect and said, “Greetings to the great honor seat.”

There was a happy smile on Sakra’s face and he nodded as a response.

Hashimoto Nagashiro looked at the Sakra and was shocked on the spot. In the Sacred Martial Hall, he had never seen this honor seat smile.

Although this time it was well hidden, it could still be easily found. He was really smiling. Although, the smile was a bit awkward.

The Sakra came to Qin Fen and looked at the injury for a while. He said slowly, “How was the harvest?”

Qin Fen laid on the floor of the cabin and smiled and said, “Very good.”

Everyone knew what they were talking about. He had fought two martial dao masters consecutively. If you said that there was no gain, it would be really strange.

The duel this time, Qin Fen did not just defeat Bae Seong-Joon. In the moment of the fierce battle, the defeat of the highest peak of the lieutenant-general of the State of Korea was more like beating up their national spirit.

The feeling of destroying the seal worth thousands of years of national history should’ve long been deep in the body and blood of Qin Fen had it not been for the massive damage.

If his body was at a peaked state, Qin Fen was confident that he could kill Kyokushin Kouten, who wanted to take advantage of others but still does not recognize the danger of taking the person, only need a punch.

The pilot looked back and saw Sakra and then whispered, “Honor seat, where do you want to go?”

Hashimoto Nagashiro first stunned and then he reacted. Qin Fen had now graduated from Sacred Martial Hall and left. According to the rules, unless the Sacred Martial Hall summoned him, he couldn’t just return to Sacred Martial Hall as he wished. This rule had to be followed by the basis of the Sacred Martial Hall; even the masters of the Sacred Martial Hall honor seat were no exception.

Xue Tian patted the shoulder of the pilot and acted on his own immediately and said, “Tianbei City.”

A small plane, a young Blade of Fury fifteen star-class martial artist, a Neo Sumo martial dao master and Sacred Martial Hall honor seat Sakra were all here. Qin Fen did not need to worry about what kind of ambush Lee Myeong-Jeong would launch due to the defeat of Bae Seong-Joon.

With such a lineup, Qin Fen was relieved to take a red restoration pill from the sturdy dragon belt and put it into his mouth.

Enzo Rota’s hand-made Internal Injury Super Effective Medicine could treat internal injuries quickly within a small amount of time. The side effect was that the body would become fatigued for a day.

In theory, it would only take ten seconds. Qin Fen knew that his injury could not be healed in ten seconds. The other day when Enzo Rota tailored the medicine according to the body of Qin Fen, he even considered the strength of Qin Fen’s body in the near future and the situation that would cause difficulty to cure after the injury but he still didn’t consider Qin Fen’s strength after he entered the fifteen-star class and the damage and destruction caused by the battle.

After taking the medicine, Qin Fen closed his eyes and began to rotate the rejuvenation artifact “Rejuvenation Art” given by Song Jia silently.

His true energy was like a cool stream. It moved slowly in the body. The pain in the cells and meridian will be weakened by half and fatigue would slip away bit by bit during the rotation.

For a moment, Qin Fen entered the realm and became unconscious of the boundary between himself and the world. Strands of white and black lights stirred with each other and slowly squirmed in his dantian region. Just like the roots of a big tree, this one point spread slowly to every inch of his skin and every meridian expanded bit by bit.

Biochemical beast! It had always required a biochemical beast host to start and operate the biochemical beast and at this moment, it quickly spread all over his body without any command from Qin Fen.

Biochemical beasts, even if it was at level one fusion state, had regenerative abilities, but it was weak; far from being comparable to the biochemical beast after the level four fusion. That was the speed of regeneration which could be seen by the naked eye.

Sakra noticed the biochemical beast on Qin Fen and was shocked for a few seconds. As the honor seat of Sacred Martial Hall, he had never seen such a strange biochemical beast. It seemed to be mixed with the several ghosts of different biochemical beasts.

The plane flew in the air quickly, Qin Fen fell into the realm and became unconscious of the boundaries between himself and the world. Yet there was still a shallow smile in his expression. While the benefit of the battle for Qin Fen was the rapid increase of fame according to outsiders, the benefit for his path in martial dao actually outweighed the former. When his body recovered, he would go to the door and propose; his leverage in the proposal could be increased by a little when he faces the martial-centered Qilin.

Xue Tian looked at the Hallasan, which was disappearing gradually behind him. The collapse was no longer just on the top of the mountain. It was not just as simple as a collapsed mountain, it symbolized too much.

In a secret underground military room of the State of Korea, Lee Myeong-Jeong held a phone and stood blankly for a long time then said, “Bae Seong-Joon, dead? State of Japan’s Kyokushin Kouten also died in the hands of Qin Fen? How is that possible?”

Clatter…

The telephone handset fell on the rosewood table and twirled.

State of Korea Martial God Bae Seong-Joon is dead? Lee Myeong-Jeong couldn’t accept the news that just returned. He was the pride and honor of the entire State of Korea’s martial dao. The martial dao master, who had been famous for many years, was defeated by a martial artist who had just entered martial dao master realm.

Lee Myeong-Jeong was unable to accept the news that came later even more. After Qin Fen killed Bae Seong-Joon, he immediately killed the founder of the new Karate Kyokushin Kouten.

Within a day and in such a short time, the two famous martial dao masters were killed by Qin Fen.

Lee Myeong-Jeong remembered the feelings and eyes of Qin Fen when he threatened to kill his family at the airport. He suddenly felt a chill.

Lee Myeong-Jeong was not a martial dao master, but he still understood that Qin Fen had defeated two famous experienced martial dao masters. After he recovered from the experience, he would most likely to enter a stronger realm.

The battle scene which was captured by the military satellite had been sent to Lee Myeong-Jeong’s secret military room. The projected scene was replayed repeatedly in front of his eyes. Every time it played, it would deeply shake Lee Myeong-Jeong’s heart and soul.

With the collapse of the Hallasan, Lee Myeong-Jeong’s eyes were subconsciously full of tears. It was like the one that collapsed was not Hallasan but his soul and homeland, collapsing along with the mountain.

“Qin Fen!” Lee Myeong-Jeong’s eyes flashed with fierce radiance again. He punched the table in front of him and shouted, “You killed my son and destroyed the spiritual pillar of the State of Korea… I must, I must… Zuo Lin, are you not cooperating with me? Very good, then I will fully support Qin Fen! Forcing you to kill him!”