CHAPTER 567: CHAPTER 531 WHITE CLOTH

When more and more people began to gather outside the Tokyo Bo Yuan Martial Arts Hall, the Island Country Martial Arts World could no longer maintain its silence.

The Kyokushin Karate Alliance, Jiu Jitsu Association, Daito-ryu Aikido, Matsutani Hall, and other top five martial arts organizations of the Island Country quickly convened a meeting.

At the meeting, dozens of famous martial artists from the Island Country Martial Arts World gathered together.

"Hasn’t Kamino-kun arrived?"

Mutian Gongxiong glanced around and frowned as he asked.

Everyone looked at each other, and someone said, "Kamino-kun said he was at the most critical point of his training and is in seclusion."

"Hmph!" Mutian Gongxiong snorted discontentedly.

The person he was inquiring about was Kamino Kei, the founder of Shinoyama Style Aikido and one of the few regarded as the strongest in actual combat within the Island Country Martial Arts World. In the previous Combat World Cup, Kamino Kei was the captain of the Island Country Team and had lost to Wu Li.

Since then, Kamino Kei had often secluded himself and was rarely seen.

The reason for Mutian Gongxiong’s dissatisfaction was simple. Today’s issue concerned the entire Island Country Martial Arts World and the face of the Island Country. Kamino Kei, as one of the strongest martial artists in the country, was actually absent from the meeting!

"Let’s all speak up. How should we handle this matter?"

As the honorary chairman of the Kyokushin Karate Alliance and a martial artist of the same generation as Nakagiya Osamu, Mutian Gongxiong had the authority to preside over the meeting, so he was the first to pose the question.

However, the renowned masters present fell into silence when faced with this question.

The president of the Judo Association, Iwado Kenichi, sighed and said, "No matter how this turned out, our martial arts world must give a response."

The silence continued.

In truth, everyone understood. The so-called response meant that someone had to step forward to challenge Wu Li. Even if they could not win, they must go!

And everyone was well aware of the consequences of not being able to win. Frankly, this meeting was convened to find someone to face certain defeat.

Mutian Gongxiong’s face grew increasingly unpleasant, he took a deep breath, and stood up.

"If that’s the case, then I’ll be the one to challenge Wu Li first!"

Everyone looked at Mutian Gongxiong all at once; after all, he was seventy-four years old this year, even one year older than Nakagiya, and it would be more embarrassing for the Island Country Martial Arts World to let him fight Wu Li than no one daring to.

"Ah."

Someone sighed softly and stood up to look at Mutian Gongxiong, "Elder, please sit down."

When Mutian Gongxiong saw this person, his expression softened significantly, and his eyes held a mixture of emotions, "Harazawa-kun..."

The man was named Harazawa Motonari, a strong practitioner of Matsutani Style Karate and currently the most capable fighter in Matsutani Hall. The reason Kamino Kei wasn’t called the strongest in actual combat in the Island Country Martial Arts World was because Harazawa was still around.

Those present today almost represented the strongest faction of the Island Country Martial Arts World, and with Kamino Kei absent, Harazawa Motonari was arguably the strongest there. Since he took the initiative to stand up, Mutian Gongxiong naturally didn’t need to throw his life away.

"Harazawa..."

"Sensei..."

The group from Matsutani Hall who were present looked at the standing Harazawa Motonari, causing a stir.

Harazawa Motonari’s importance to Matsutani Hall was like Li San’s to Zhiyuan Hall, or even more significant. Naturally, they were reluctant to see Harazawa venture into certain death.

"There’s no need for further words."

Harazawa Motonari turned to address the people behind him, "This matter concerns the honor of the Empire! The spirit of the Samurai! The dignity of our Island Country Martial Arts! It is my honor to represent Matsutani Hall in this battle!"

"Hi!"

Everyone from Matsutani Hall bowed in unison, paying their respects to Harazawa Motonari.

...

Tokyo.

At 6 p.m., the setting sun bled like crimson.

A letter had been delivered to the Bo Yuan Martial Arts Hall, and soon, the doors of the hall opened, stirring the crowd outside.

The people dressed in Matsutani Hall martial arts uniforms silently walked through the crowd, making way for Harazawa Motonari, and the young people outside from Japan understood what this meant. They stepped aside voluntarily, with cheers and applause.

"It’s the people from Matsutani Hall!"

"Fantastic, I knew the Empire’s Samurai wouldn’t be afraid!"

"Matsutani Hall is truly the premier school in Karate!"

"Who is going in to challenge that Hua Country person?"

"I don’t know."

"No matter who it is, the Empire will surely win!"

...

The young people from the island country outside were engaged in heated discussions. Most of them had studied martial arts for a few days, at best understanding combat, but were not part of the Martial Arts World, so they didn’t recognize Harazawa Motonari, nor had they heard his name before. However, they knew the signboard of Matsutani Hall. Seeing that Matsutani Hall took the initiative to send someone to issue a challenge, everyone’s confidence surged.

In the midst of the resounding cheers and applause, Harazawa Motonari and his entourage entered the hall, and the doors of the Martial Arts Hall closed once again.

About five minutes passed, and the doors of the Martial Arts Hall opened again.

In the expectant eyes of the crowd, Matsutani Hall’s people emerged, their faces etched with sorrow, carrying a stretcher with a white cloth covering it, which made it seem like the person underneath was already dead.

Boom!!!

The crowd erupted upon seeing this, becoming uproarious.

The status of Matsutani Hall within Japan’s Martial Arts World was akin to that of Shaolin Temple in Hua Country. For them to go in and challenge Wu Li, it must have been Matsutani Hall’s top martial artist, and yet they were carried out in less than five minutes, dead?!

The crowd was emotionally charged, and their boisterous shouts and curses penetrated the walls into the hall, leaving everyone inside uneasy.

Meanwhile, Wu Li, who had casually defeated Matsutani Hall’s top martial artist, sat calmly in the main hall, resting with his eyes closed, awaiting the next challenger.

He knew that at this point, there would not be just one challenger.

At 8 p.m., night had fallen.

Beneath the night sky, the streets of Tokyo were bustling and brightly lit.

Outside the doors of the Bo Yuan Martial Arts Hall, the crowd had not diminished in the slightest; in fact, more and more people rushed here upon hearing the news, some to spectate, others to protest and demonstrate.

At 8:10 p.m., the second letter of the day was sent into the hall.

Quickly, the doors of the Martial Arts Hall opened once more, and a group of people dressed in black Samurai garb walked into the hall.

"It’s the Gangrou Style Karate Master, Kanayama Tomohiro!"

Someone recognized the man in the center.

"Is he very strong?"

"Gangrou Style Karate once had Four Heavenly Kings, three of whom have already passed away. Master Kanayama Tomohiro is the last one, as well as the youngest. He’s now fifty-seven years old."

"Fifty-seven years old! They’re sending someone of that age to fight?"

"What do you know? My coach is the Master’s grandstudent; I personally witnessed the Master defeat many young, strong fighters not long ago!"

"Si Guoyi!"

"You... hmm?"

"What’s wrong?"

"The door, the door is opening again... "

Before the person could finish introducing Kanayama Tomohiro, the doors of the Martial Arts Hall opened once more.

Just like before, a group of people emerged, faces filled with grief, carrying a stretcher covered with a white cloth.