CHAPTER 395: CHAPTER 171: DAN JIN’S MUTATION, A MOMENT OF LIFE AND DEATH! _6

"Think about it. When the Great Xia Martial Arts Association is electing its President, something like this happens. What do you think will come after?" Huo Honghao looked at Zhang Beixing and asked.

Hearing his words, Zhang Beixing immediately understood.

Afterward, the election for President of the Great Xia Martial Arts Association would be doomed from the start. After all, being challenged right on your doorstep doesn’t sound good. To put it bluntly, this group of people wanted to leverage Great Xia’s power to add legitimacy to their ’Asia Martial Arts Association,’ but they didn’t want Great Xia to take charge. That’s why they stirred up all this drama!

Zhang Beixing even suspected that the Korean action star had come to provoke them on purpose, just so Liu Yi and his people would retaliate.

"Damn it, scheming against us on our own turf! How can we tolerate this?"

"Brother Huo, whenever they start fighting, I’ve got to go help out!" Zhang Beixing declared. If his master was challenged, he naturally couldn’t just stand by.

Moreover, the other side had the advantage in numbers. They had gathered Martial Arts and fighting masters from various Asian countries. People like Liu Yi, Chen Rourou, and Liu Pan might not be able to hold their ground. He wasn’t sure what the Great Xia Martial Arts community thought of this. If they weren’t united and ignored it, indifferent to whether Liu Yi and Chen Rourou lived or died, then the situation would be even more serious. Therefore, now that Zhang Beixing had emerged from his seclusion, he naturally had to go and support his master.

"Do they think they’re the Eight-Nation Alliance or something? Trying to invade Great Xia and bully us Great Xia People?"

Hearing his words, Huo Honghao let out a soft "Hmm," acknowledging that this scene indeed somewhat resembled the situation of the Martial Arts community in the late Qing dynasty. "Back then we had Ye Wen, and now we have you, the Great Grandmaster of Great Xia. Go teach them a good lesson."

Then he took out his phone and glanced at it. "The Great Xia Martial Arts Association’s election conference is about to start. It’s at three o’clock this afternoon, which is in four hours. Those foreigners should be arriving soon."

"Four hours... Where is it?" asked Zhang Beixing.

"Yingtian Prefecture. I’ll give you a ride!" Huo Honghao offered.

Zhang Beixing didn’t refuse. This suburban area was quite remote. By the time he could hail a cab to the Shishi high-speed rail station, it would probably be too late. Zhang Beixing first went up the mountain to pack his things, then hopped into the military vehicle, which sped away.

On the way, Zhang Beixing took out his phone to book a ticket and idly browsed Douyin. He discovered the matter had blown up; many people online were following it. At the same time, Zhang Beixing also found out something else. A month ago, all the Martial Arts Associations, aside from Northern River Province’s, had actually joined forces to expel him!

Expelled from the Martial Arts community?

"Damn, these sons of bitches," Zhang Beixing grumbled. "It’s only because something big is happening now. Otherwise, I’d have to go beat some sense into them! They’ve clearly had it too easy and haven’t been taught a proper lesson!" He decided to check out the situation at the Great Xia Martial Arts Association’s meeting, since Martial Arts experts from home and abroad were gathering there.

Before long, he got off near the Shishi train station. He said goodbye to Huo Honghao, planning to buy some things; he needed a change of clothes after so many days in seclusion.

Zhang Beixing walked along the street, frowning and still pondering the matter. This group of Martial Arts masters from various Asian countries clearly had ill intentions. They had chosen the very moment of the Great Xia Martial Arts Association’s election to make their appearance. Thankfully, he had emerged from his seclusion early; otherwise, Liu Yi and the others would likely be in serious trouble. If no one in the Great Xia Martial Arts community came to their aid, Liu Yi, Chen Rourou, and the rest would be outnumbered and undoubtedly bullied.

"These bastards are asking for it!" Zhang Beixing muttered to himself.

Having finished his shopping, he was preparing to head to the station to catch his train. However, before he reached the end of the commercial street, he suddenly felt a deep sense of unease!

What was happening? It was an extremely disturbing sensation, as if something was targeting him, making his hair stand on end and his heart tighten.

Zhang Beixing was alarmed. He quickly turned to look around and suddenly noticed something on a distant rooftop. It was glinting in the sunlight, aimed right at him. It was like a playful Death God, crouching there and winking at him.

A gun with a scope! This thought uncontrollably arose in Zhang Beixing’s mind, startling him. His skin crawled with a terrifying, bone-chilling premonition.

And almost at that very moment...

WHOOSH—

A barely discernible whisper, accompanied by the sound of something slicing through the air, was detected by Zhang Beixing’s heightened perception. This perception was now even more acute after he became a Great Grandmaster.