Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 266: Universal Disappointment

Chapter 266: Chapter 266: Universal Disappointment

Red Wolf saw this and was about to nod in agreement.

But in that moment, he suddenly noticed a pair of black shoes appearing from the radiant summit of the mountain, followed by black trousers and a black long robe.

Finally, a young man with a cold and stern face emerged before everyone.

Makura Daisuke and the other three kneeling on the ground, along with all the Japanese cultivators, were completely dumbfounded, their faces frozen with shock as if they had turned to stone, staring blankly at the young man before them.

How could this be?

How is this possible?

Why wasn’t it Uekizawa Shou stepping out?

Why is it him?

Yang Tian!

"How... how... how could it be you!"

Gazing at Yang Tian descending step by step from the summit of Mount Fuji, like a Heavenly God descending to the world.

The Japanese cultivators kneeling on the ground all wore faces of disbelief, and as for Makura Daisuke, he couldn’t even string coherent words together!

What is happening?

Wasn’t Yang Tian’s Inner Strength said to be black?

The white radiance shining from the summit of Mount Fuji was so clear and unmistakable!

Shouldn’t the one descending have been Uekizawa Shou?

Why is it Yang Tian?

Meanwhile, Miyamoto Sword Saint and Yuanfei Sect Master both had ashen faces, chilled to the core, and even forgot they were still kneeling before Yang Tian.

On China’s side, however, an instant uproar erupted.

"Hahaha! Victory! Mr. Yang has won! Our Chinese Martial Arts are truly the orthodox of the world, invincible across all lands!"

"Long live Mr. Yang!"

"Mr. Yang is truly the mightiest Martial King of China... no, wait! He should be called China’s strongest Martial God now!"

With those words, all Chinese Martial Artists were electrified with excitement!

Uekizawa Shou was confirmed to be a Divine-level Expert!

But now Uekizawa Shou was defeated, and the one who descended was Yang Tian!

What does this mean?

It means Yang Tian has truly stepped into the Martial God Realm—Yang Tian is the God of the Chinese Cultivation World! China’s strongest Martial God!

It must be noted, in the international cultivation world, there hasn’t been anyone at the God-level for decades!

Whether they have intentionally hidden away or some other reason, no one knows for sure!

Yet one thing is certain.

In an era when Innate Experts can dominate regions, and Legendary Experts rule the pinnacle of the cultivation world, Yang Tian emerging as a Martial God stands out like a crane among chickens.

This unequivocally establishes the Chinese Cultivation World as the most untouchable force internationally!

"He... he really won? How is this possible?"

Compared to other Chinese Martial Artists, Qing Luan’s jaw dropped in utter disbelief.

If anyone among the Chinese Martial Artists was the most skeptical about Yang Tian’s victory, it had to be her!

In Qing Luan’s mind, a God-level Expert is naturally supreme and invincible; even if the God-level individual were Japanese, that didn’t alter her conviction.

Thus, when she failed to stop Yang Tian, she was certain he was walking right into his own demise!

Even when Yang Tian seemed to gain the upper hand at the start of the battle, she never believed he would win.

When everyone thought Yang Tian had lost just moments ago, she even blamed Red Wolf for letting Yang Tian proceed.

Now, however, she realized she was wrong!

Dead wrong!

Yang Tian is undoubtedly worthy of the title of China’s strongest!

The strength of a God-level Expert, evident from the ferocity of the battle moments ago, was plain for all to see.

But Yang Tian won!

And not only did he win, but he triumphed completely, appearing before all the Chinese Martial Artists like a savior!

Seeing Qing Luan’s embarrassed red-and-green face, Red Wolf, unusually, held back from mocking her. Instead, he rubbed his head nervously as he glanced at Yang Tian, exhaling deeply, "Boss, this time things are really going to explode!"

"Yang Tian! This battle—is it settled, victory or defeat?"

Just then, a sudden roar rang out.

Makura Daisuke stood up furiously and blocked Yang Tian’s path, with glowing energy radiating from both hands, clearly preparing to attack Yang Tian.

"What? Were you not kneeling before me to celebrate my victory?" Yang Tian looked at Makura Daisuke with a faint smile.

Yet his eyes remained indifferent, as if Makura Daisuke were beneath his notice.

Kneeling before you, celebrating your victory?

Hearing Yang Tian’s words, Makura Daisuke’s face turned crimson with rage. He immediately shouted at the Japanese cultivators still kneeling, "Baka! Get up immediately!"

With those words, the Japanese cultivators—including Miyamoto Sword Saint and Yuanfei Sect Master—finally reacted, standing up quickly and turning their gazes toward Yang Tian.

Makura Daisuke then roared again, "Speak! Who won and who lost? Do you think walking down first means you won? How do we know you weren’t fleeing after losing?"

Fleeing after losing?

Hearing Makura Daisuke’s words, not only the Chinese Martial Artists but even Miyamoto Sword Saint, Yuanfei Sect Master, and the Japanese cultivators shook their heads.

This battle, called a duel out of formality.

In reality, was a fight to the death!

After all, when top-level opponents fight with full strength, it inevitably results in life or death.

And if Yang Tian had truly lost, then where is Uekizawa Shou now?

"Fleeing?"

Yang Tian chuckled lightly, then said casually, "Well then, if you want to know, let me show you clearly!"

As he spoke, Yang Tian waved his hand lightly.

Instantly, the snowy summit of Mount Fuji behind him seemed swept by a fierce gale, clearing completely in moments, revealing a shriveled figure lying lifelessly with vacant eyes.

The figure was dressed in a kimono, with horns atop his head, and a face frozen in mortal terror—who else could it be but Uekizawa Shou?

Seeing Uekizawa Shou’s state, Makura Daisuke seemed to lose all strength, his jaw opened and closed silently before he finally let out a heavy sigh and turned aside, saying, "You win! Leave Japan; the Japanese Cultivation World does not welcome you!"

"Fair enough,"

Yang Tian replied with a faint smile before reaching out a hand toward Makura Daisuke.

Seeing this, Miyamoto Sword Saint and Yuanfei Sect Master were startled, rushing forward to block Yang Tian’s attack.

But as soon as they made contact, Yang Tian’s casually extended palm felt like a speeding train, sending them flying backward instantly, coughing up blood as they crashed to the ground.

"Mr. Yang! You’ve already won—why do you still need to attack Makura Daisuke? As a God-level Expert, do you not care about your dignity?" Miyamoto Sword Saint, though gravely injured, shouted furiously.

Others silently nodded at his words, looking at Yang Tian with confusion.

Yang Tian had already killed Uekizawa Shou, securing his position as a Martial God.

As a Martial God, was it proper to attack someone with merely Innate strength, like Makura Daisuke?

But Yang Tian appeared completely unmoved by Miyamoto Sword Saint’s question. He unhesitatingly swung his hand, shattering Makura Daisuke’s skull before he could recover from his shock.

Only then did Yang Tian finally glare coldly and declare, "Victory and defeat—not matters a mere Innate can dare question! As for judging my actions, are you even qualified?"

Yang Tian was not some kind of saint.

What if he had secured the title of Martial God? Did that mean he couldn’t act freely?

Yang Tian was a demon!

Makura Daisuke orchestrated this duel with the intent to kill Yang Tian—he deserved consequences for his audacity to challenge him!

This is the nature of a demon!

"You..."

Miyamoto Sword Saint trembled with anger at Yang Tian’s words, but under Yang Tian’s piercing gaze, he eventually lowered his head.

With Miyamoto Sword Saint bowing his head, the Japanese cultivators around him seemed drained of all courage, lowering their heads in silence.