Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 260: Submit or Resist?

Chapter 260: Chapter 260: Submit or Resist?

Because he knew that this massive display of force was solely for the man standing before him—Yang Tian!

This was a super powerhouse who was about to challenge Japan’s newly ascended Sword God, Uekizawa Shou. How could a mere playboy dare provoke someone like that?

**Everyone upstairs is waiting to welcome Yang Tian?

Hearing the Japanese police officer’s words, Fan BenShu’s jaw dropped so far it couldn’t close.

What kind of person could command the presence of Japan’s prime minister? What kind of existence?

At this moment, Fan BenShu felt that same hot, damp sensation again down below. He had pissed himself out of sheer terror once more!

As for the tourists who were denied access to the mountain due to the closure of Mount Fuji, they all widened their eyes, staring intently at Yang Tian and chattering incessantly. They seemed to have even forgotten the terror they had felt earlier when Yang Tian, with a mere wave of his hand, had killed twenty bodyguards in an instant.

"No wonder this man dares to kill people right in front of the Japanese police—it turns out he’s... someone extraordinary!"

"He looks so young, and just now, he was using martial arts, right? And he was speaking in Chinese. Could he be a martial arts master from China?"

"I think he must be some kind of leader from an underground organization! Japan truly is chaotic!"

"Nonsense! Didn’t you hear the police earlier? Even Japan’s ** are upstairs waiting to welcome him! Since when could a mere underground organization leader command that kind of honor?"

No matter what the tourists were murmuring, the shock in their eyes never faded.

At the center of everyone’s gaze, Yang Tian remained calm and composed. With his hands clasped behind his back, he stood tall and coldly glared at the already-soiled Fan BenShu, saying, "At the gates of Chunyang Grand Shrine, I rebuke you. Do you yield?"

Taking a step forward, Yang Tian’s voice grew louder, resonating like thunder: "At the foot of Mount Fuji, I killed your bodyguards. Do you yield?"

Slap!

Before his words had fully landed, Yang Tian casually delivered another slap, knocking Fan BenShu to the ground. He continued, "And now, after this slap—do you yield?"

"I yield, I yield, I yield!"

Fan BenShu shouted, almost crying.

He had already wet himself. How could he possibly not yield?

"Good, as long as you yield! The Fan Family of Ann Province, is it? I originally didn’t want to make a fuss with you, but whoever offends me will not be spared lightly! Mark my words: in one week, I, Yang Tian, will pay your family a visit. Tell your father to prepare!"

With those words, Yang Tian stopped paying any attention to Fan BenShu and turned to leave.

To the side, Chen Wei was frozen in place, utterly speechless.

After her daze, Chen Wei didn’t even know why, but as if possessed, she timidly walked up in front of Yang Tian and asked hesitantly, "This time... should we leave quickly and as far away as possible again?"

"Not this time!"

Hearing Chen Wei’s words, Yang Tian gave a faint smile, glanced at Mount Fuji, and said, "The top is still quite a distance away. If you’re willing to stay, then stay."

With that, Yang Tian strode forward into the passageway opened by the Japanese police officers and men in black kimonos.

"He’s coming!"

As Yang Tian ascended the mountain.

The various international experts who had already been waiting halfway up the mountain furrowed their brows and turned their attention toward him.

Even though Yang Tian had yet to appear in their sights, the overwhelming and shocking aura he emitted had already reached them.

As for the Chinese Martial Artists who had traveled thousands of miles to Japan, each and every one of them had a look of exhilaration!

Though Yang Tian wasn’t well-liked within China itself, earning infamy as a God of Killing...

It was a different story in Japan!

Especially since Yang Tian was now representing the entire Chinese Cultivation World in a duel against Japan’s newly ascended God-level expert, Uekizawa Shou.

If Yang Tian could win, he’d surely be hailed as a national hero!

Yet, just as all the Chinese Martial Artists were eagerly awaiting Yang Tian’s arrival, a man in sunglasses and a woman dressed like a delinquent suddenly rushed forward, blocking Yang Tian’s path up the mountain.

"Yang Tian, on behalf of the Chinese Dragon Group, I’m here to request that you come with us!"

The delinquent-looking woman stated unceremoniously.

"The Dragon Group? Are you here to arrest me?"

Hearing this, Yang Tian broke into an amused smile.

Seeing Yang Tian’s grin, the delinquent-looking woman scowled angrily. But the man in sunglasses quickly restrained her and, smiling at Yang Tian, said, "Mr. Yang, I’m Red Wolf from the Dragon Group. This is Qing Luan. We have no intention of arresting you. We’re simply under orders from Old Gu to escort you back."

"Old Gu?"

Upon hearing Red Wolf’s words, Yang Tian immediately understood.

God Realm!

A realm that loomed over all cultivators like an insurmountable mountain!

Since Japan’s Cultivation World had announced Uekizawa Shou’s breakthrough to the God Realm, accompanied by the unmistakable aura signaling his ascension...

China, being geographically closest to Japan, naturally took this news more seriously than other nations.

And with Shen Bangguo in seclusion, Old Gu could not allow Yang Tian to recklessly throw himself into danger.

Thus, Red Wolf and Qing Luan were sent to intercept him—even if such an act would embarrass the entire Chinese Cultivation World.

This was Old Gu’s way: always prioritizing the interests of China above all else!

After all, should Yang Tian fall, and with Shen Bangguo in seclusion, China would essentially be defenseless before the international powerhouse cultivators.

While Yang Tian understood Old Gu’s reasoning, he still shook his head and smiled, saying, "I appreciate Old Gu’s good intentions. But this duel—I must attend!"

"Are you seeking death? Do you even realize this? Uekizawa Shou has truly reached the God Realm! Faced with a Divine-level Expert, you should hold reverence!" Qing Luan snapped brusquely.

"Reverence?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Tian burst into hearty laughter and said, "I’m sorry, but those four words don’t exist in my dictionary! In this world, I demand reverence—I never give it!"

"You... you’re too arrogant!"

Qing Luan, flustered, seemed like she was about to intervene and take enforcement actions.

But Red Wolf quickly restrained her once again, because deep down, he already knew the mission was impossible from the moment it had been assigned!

Yang Tian was a figure of terrifying strength who could kill four out of five top-tier Innate cultivators, even under their collective assault—a feat even beyond that of Dragon Group’s celebrated Long Lin.

What could he and Qing Luan possibly hope to achieve by stopping Yang Tian?

"Sigh... Boss, you’ve really put us in an awkward position!"

Red Wolf silently grumbled about Long Lin. He suspected that, while Long Lin outwardly agreed to Old Gu’s orders, his pride as a Chinese Martial Artist had compelled him to tacitly support Yang Tian in his heart.

Since the Japanese wanted battle, let Yang Tian fight fully!

This was a matter of pride for the Chinese Martial Artists!

With a sigh, Red Wolf finally said, "Mr. Yang, I don’t know the full extent of your abilities, but I do know that facing a God-level expert, which hasn’t been seen in centuries, carries unimaginable risks. Please, at the very least, make it back to China alive!"

"Red Wolf, what do you mean by that..."

Qing Luan began to protest, but Red Wolf, with an uncharacteristically stern demeanor, sharply rebuked her: "Silence! A Chinese Martial Artist cannot cower before the Japanese! This is a matter of dignity for us all!"

Then, Red Wolf turned to Yang Tian, cupped his hands, and said, "I wish you unparalleled fortune in battle!"

"Thank you!"

Yang Tian gave Red Wolf a meaningful look, smiled faintly, and continued moving up the mountain...

How much time had passed was unclear.

After passing all the international experts who had come to observe, Yang Tian finally reached the peak of Mount Fuji. Awaiting him there were the three giants of Japan’s Cultivation World: Makura Daisuke, Miyamoto Sword Saint, and Yuanfei Sect Master, all grinning coldly.

"Mr. Yang, you’ve finally arrived! We almost thought you wouldn’t come!"