To everyone's surprise, this only fueled the man's rage! He roared three times, "You bastard!!! You're insatiable! You even dare to covet Miss Yako and Miss Miki!!"
Even though Chen Xiao didn't want to cause trouble, being scolded a few times made him angry. His face darkened, and he said coldly, "If you say anything like 'baka' again, I won't be polite!"
The man, however, was completely unaware, gripping the hilt of his knife and staring at Chen Xiao:
Before he could even finish the last note, he saw Chen Xiao, who had been standing still, suddenly sway, and in a flash, he appeared right in front of him!
The man was terrified and instinctively reached for his sword, but he only managed to pull the hilt halfway out. Chen Xiao, however, had already placed a palm on his wrist where he was holding the sword!
Chen Xiao's strength was immense. With a single press, the blade, which had been partially extended, was immediately pushed back. Then, the middle-aged man saw a fist in front of him suddenly grow larger, and then he felt a sharp pain on his face...
Bang!
His body shot straight into the air, soaring over the heads of the people behind him before crashing to the ground. After landing, it was clear that Chen Xiao had shown mercy, as he wasn't broken any bones. He struggled to sit up, opened his mouth, and spat out four or five teeth!
Everyone else was completely stunned!
This middle-aged man was usually the leader of these warriors, and his skills were admired by everyone. But he never expected that this person would send him flying in one move, without even having time to draw his sword!
"Sharp teeth and a vicious tongue!" Chen Xiao's cold gaze fell on the middle-aged man's face like lightning: "I'm pulling out your teeth right now! If you dare to say another word to anyone, I'll smash your mouth!"
The middle-aged man was about to curse, but Chen Xiao's gaze intimidated him, and he swallowed back the word "baka" that was on the tip of his tongue. Instead, he angrily shouted, "Are you all stupid! Go! Chop this guy down!"
With a shout, dozens of samurai swords came crashing down on Chen Xiao.
Chen Xiao steeled his resolve; it seemed things couldn't be resolved peacefully today. But why were these people so determined to stop him from entering? Was Zhang Xiaotao being held captive inside?
Chen Xiao didn't care about others, but he was in dire straits and almost died, yet Zhang Xiaotao had stayed by his side through thick and thin; this kindness could never be forgotten. These Japanese were utterly heartless, as Chen Xiao had witnessed on the ship. His anger was now ignited, and he decided to simply throw caution to the wind!
A figure darted into the crowd with a whoosh, followed by a series of muffled thuds. These were the sounds of fists striking flesh; after a few groans, several figures were sent flying in all directions!
Chen Xiao charged into the crowd, unleashing a flurry of blades from all sides. While the speed was impressive, it was utterly insignificant to someone with teleportation abilities like him. He easily dodged the attacks with a few quick teleports, appearing to his opponents as a ghostly figure!
Several people around him were instantly sent flying by Chen Xiao's punches, creating a clear space. Chen Xiao looked at the people closest to him, grinned, and took a big step forward. Although the distance was only three or four meters, he arrived in front of them in one step. Those guys wanted to make a move, but they didn't expect Chen Xiao to move so quickly!
The knife had only been swung halfway when Chen Xiao closed in on them. A few cracking sounds followed, and several men dropped their knives in pain, collapsing to the ground clutching their arms. Chen Xiao had dislocated their joints, kicking each of them away. Looking at the dozen or so long knives on the ground, he flicked his wrist, and with a thought, all the knives flew automatically into his hand!
This move was simply too amazing to ordinary people! The remaining people around were dumbfounded, their faces showing expressions of horror.
The middle-aged man, however, seemed to know something else. When he saw Chen Xiao raise his hand and "suck" the knife from the ground into his hand, his expression changed drastically, and he blurted out, "Dragon-Capturing Skill?"
Chen Xiao almost burst out laughing when he heard this person call him that. He turned to the person and said with a smile, "You've been reading too many martial arts novels."
After saying that, he waved his hand and sent more than a dozen long swords flying towards the man!
The middle-aged man was still sitting on the ground when he saw more than a dozen blades shooting towards him. There was no way to dodge; he felt certain of death and simply closed his eyes. But after waiting for a long time without the pain of blades striking him, he opened his eyes and was immediately covered in a cold sweat!
A dozen or so blades were embedded in the ground, all grazing his cheeks, shoulders, ribs, and other parts of his body! One blade was even embedded in the ground, almost touching his genitals. The cold blade pressed against his genitals; he felt a tingling sensation down his spine, followed by a hot, burning sensation in his crotch—he had been so terrified that he had wet himself.
However, in just two photos, half of the people were sent flying by Chen Xiao's blows, without even getting a glimpse of his clothes. Although there were still quite a few people left, they all retreated timidly. When they saw the young Chinese man's gaze sweep over them, they tried their best to cheer themselves up, but their feet couldn't help but step back.
"What? Are you still going to fight or not? If not, I'll go in and find someone myself."
Chen Xiao coldly glanced around.
Just then, a low, whistling sound came from behind the corridors on both sides of the courtyard, like some kind of horn, followed by the sound of several drumbeats.
Is it a theatrical performance?
Chen Xiao snorted, not in a hurry, and stood there with his arms crossed, waiting coldly.
In the middle of the corridor, a small, round door that had been closed was pushed open, and several warriors dressed in gray robes came out, standing with bows and meek expressions.
Then, seven or eight middle-aged men strode out from inside. They were all around forty or fifty years old and wore long samurai robes with a black base and white trim, but no weapons were worn at their waists.
However, behind each burly man was a warrior in a gray robe, who looked very respectful and held a long sword in his hand.
"She certainly knows how to put on airs," Chen Xiao said, pursing his lips.
Finally, a creaking wheelchair was pushed out. It was an old, worn-out wheelchair, probably older than Chen Xiao himself.
Behind the wheelchair was a young man dressed in white, with a fair and handsome face, but his eyebrows were raised and his eyes held an air of arrogance. This young man was pushing the wheelchair, in which sat a frail old man. The old man wore a long white robe, and his hair was styled in a half-moon Japanese-style bun, a style rarely seen in modern times. His face was covered in deep wrinkles, like the bark of an old tree, and his hands, gripping the wheelchair armrests, were also old and withered, his skin covered in age spots.
Judging from his age, he must be at least ninety, if not a hundred. His eyes were half-closed, yet they faintly revealed a sharp glint that was incongruous with his age.
As soon as the old man appeared, all the warriors around him knelt down and respectfully shouted something in unison.
Chen Xiao didn't understand, so he didn't say anything and just stood there. But since everyone around him was kneeling and bowing, he stood there alone, looking somewhat like a crane among chickens.
"Who are you, sir?"
When the old man spoke, his Chinese was surprisingly clear and articulate.
Chen Xiao snorted: "Chinese."
These words were somewhat arrogant, and also spoken in anger.
The old man didn't seem angry; he simply opened his eyes, looked at Chen Xiao, and his gaze held a complex, unreadable expression.
"What brings you to my Spring Flowing Palace?!"
"Find her!" Chen Xiao didn't bother with any more words. "Call Ms. Takeuchi out. I need to say a few words to her. After that, find my friend, and I'll take my men and leave immediately!"
The old man gave a soft hum and turned his head away. The young man behind him immediately approached, and the old man asked him something in a low voice. The young man listened, but gently shook his head.
"You know where this place is." The old man seemed to smile, a hint of arrogance in his tone.
"It's Senryu-gyo." Chen Xiao touched his hair and said casually, "It's not even on the tourist map, it made it so hard for me to find!"