Redemption of a Born Demon

Chapter 143 - 142: Unbearably Foul, Take a Palm Then Speak

Modu, General Command Headquarters.

Inside a massive room, the four walls were covered with all sorts of monitoring screens. Countless staff members bustled about, either switching camera feeds or communicating with various departments.

Every single city surveillance camera in Modu could be accessed here at any time.

In the center of the room was a huge, round conference table. Beyond the table were many more seats, all filled with people, turning the space into a temporary command center.

Everyone present was a high-ranking government official from Modu, and seated at the central round table were many faces familiar to Yi Beidou.

Wei Cheng, Lushan Zhong Ang, Chongyang Palace’s Wang Zhihuo...

There were also some unfamiliar figures: an old nun in simple monastic robes, an old monk in a patchwork kasaya with a compassionate face, and an old man in an old-fashioned Zhongshan suit whose frame was as withered as dead wood...

These were all Saint Level experts from the older generation.

Although they weren’t directly participating in the Magical Combat throughout the city, they were needed to hold down the fort at the General Command Headquarters, ready to respond to any unexpected incidents and ensure a counter-response was always possible.

At this moment, relatively clear images appeared on several of the largest screens.

They all showed street fights between Saint Experts taking place in Modu.

Zhou Qingchen, in casual clothes, was fighting a man with Central Asian features.

On a lawn somewhere, Ding Huiyuan was seated, discussing the Dao with a young, dark-skinned monk wearing the traditional attire of Pusaka Country.

Yue Ming was facing off against a towering sumo wrestler from Japan.

Huang Tianhu had encountered Earth Giant God Yuri, one of the three Sea, Land, and Air Saints from the Starry Sky Country.

The New Celestial Master, Zhang Taifeng, had run into a man from Western Europe.

And on the most prominent screen was the feed from Yi Beidou’s battle location with Moncalis.

Without a doubt, Yi Beidou was the most watched individual of the day.

Fighting three Saints in one day and winning every time—such a performance was simply too brilliant.

"He is so young, yet so powerful. His future is limitless."

The old man in the old-fashioned Zhongshan suit, who resembled a withered corpse, spoke. His voice was hoarse and grim, like metal scraping on glass, making one’s scalp tingle.

"The Celestial Demon descends, achieving a free state. In just half a year, he has already comprehended True Qi Samadhi. Coupled with his extraordinary talent, and his extremely strong body and True Intent, well... these old bones of mine probably couldn’t compete with the young man unless I went all out or used my ’Ancestral Master’s Soldiers.’"

Zhong Ang shook his head helplessly.

"That young man from Western Europe is also extraordinary. No, I should say that none of the young people in the city today should be underestimated. We’ve really gotten old. The future belongs to the young."

A short old man in a Tang suit lamented.

The group of older-generation Saint Experts couldn’t help but nod.

The times were constantly progressing. Saint Experts were becoming younger and younger, and stronger and stronger.

The new generation surpasses the old.

They could only rely on their various Secret Techniques to have any hope of contending with the younger generation.

Just then, the image on the screen suddenly changed.

From within a skyscraper, a man in a Kendo Uniform emerged, got into a sedan, and then sped off in a certain direction.

"Everyone, we’ve just received intel. The Nianli Sword Saint of Japan, Ooshima Junichi, has left the Global Financial Mansion. It’s suspected he is on his way to find Mr. Yi Beidou, likely intending to make a move on him."

A staff member immediately came forward to report.

Hearing this, Wei Cheng and the others’ expressions changed slightly.

They all knew very well that Yi Beidou had been injured in the previous battle and was no longer at his peak combat strength. Otherwise, with his personality, he would have undoubtedly continued to seek out other experts.

"The damn Jap is trying to take advantage of his weakness! They know Yi Beidou is our main combatant, so they want to defeat him while he’s injured to crush his spirit and break his Daoxin!"

Zhong Ang slammed his palm on the table, his hair instantly standing on end.

The other Saints also showed anger on their faces.

"Ooshima Junichi, successor to Japan’s Nianli Sword Saint, Nakamura Masao. He was a key instigator when the Twelve Martial Saints of Japan entered Donghua back then. As expected, his wicked ambitions have not died."

The old man in the Zhongshan suit also had anger in his eyes.

"Elder Wei, should we dispatch someone to obstruct his movements? Intercept his vehicle?"

A high-ranking Modu official standing by inquired.

"It’s useless. You can stop his car, but you can’t stop him. For a person of his caliber, having a car or not makes little difference. Besides, while his actions lack martial virtue, he isn’t actually breaking any of the rules we’ve established. It would be inappropriate for us to intervene."

Wei Cheng pondered for a moment, then said, "I know Yi Beidou. If we interfere rashly and he finds out later, he’ll just think we were being meddlesome. We should ask for his opinion on this matter."

With that, he took out his phone, made the call, and put it on speaker.

Meng Qianyuan answered first, then the phone was passed to Yi Beidou.

"What is it?"

Yi Beidou’s voice came from the phone.

Wei Cheng explained the situation to Yi Beidou.

"It’s fine. Don’t interfere. I already sense him. I’ll deal with him along the way, just to prevent him from stirring up trouble again in the future."

Yi Beidou’s voice was calm. After he said this, the people in the room heard a dial tone from the phone.

He had already hung up.

"Good! The young man certainly has guts!"

Zhong Ang couldn’t help but clap his hands in admiration.

"Since the man himself has a plan, we’ll let him handle it. The man from Japan thinks he can launch a sneak attack just because Yi Beidou fought three battles in one day and is injured. He is gravely mistaken."

"It seems they don’t understand what’s truly terrifying about this young man."

A slight smile appeared on Wei Cheng’s face.

They just needed to sit back and watch the Japanese snake reap what he sows.

How could provoking the Free Celestial Demon possibly end well?

Meanwhile.

After hanging up the phone, Yi Beidou closed his eyes to rest. Meng Qianyuan and the other two didn’t say much either.

If their master said it wasn’t a problem, then it definitely wasn’t a problem.

Having followed Yi Beidou for so long, they no longer had the slightest doubt about his abilities.

A Sword Saint from Japan? A sneak attack?

It was nothing more than walking into a trap, a fool courting his own death.

The car drove on for about another half an hour before Yi Beidou opened his eyes.

"Stop the car."

The car pulled over, and Yi Beidou’s group got out.

They were in the open plaza in front of a large park in Modu. Many citizens were engaged in activities in the square.

A group of middle-aged women seemed to be rehearsing a dance, their movements polished and more energetic than many young people; a group of old men were joyfully kicking a shuttlecock; and a crowd of fashionably dressed teenagers were doing freestyle rollerblading, their various tricks looking incredibly cool.

"Whoa! Watch out!"

A sudden cry of alarm rang out. A young rollerblader had made a mistake and lost control, stumbling and hurtling toward Yi Beidou’s group.

This was not something that required Yi Beidou to act. Meng Qianyuan simply reached out and precisely grabbed the back of the boy’s collar, lifting him up and setting him down on the ground.

"Ah Nan! Are you okay?"

The other teenagers hurried over, asking with concern.

"I’m fine, I’m fine. Thanks, mister. You’re really strong."

The boy named Ah Nan said in surprise.

A moment ago, in Meng Qianyuan’s grip, he had felt as if he were made of paper.

It was only then that the group of teenagers noticed how different the four’s appearances and auras were.

Their own group was dressed in bright, fashionable colors, eye-catching wherever they went, but in front of these four, they seemed to lose all color.

It was as if they were merely a black-and-white background photograph.

People live in the same world, yet their radiance can be completely different.

"Little brothers, you should probably get away from here. It’s about to get a little dangerous."

Meng Qianyuan advised them kindly. Out of the corner of his eye, he had already spotted a figure in a Kendo Uniform appear on the other side of the plaza, slowly walking in their direction, getting closer and closer.

And Yi Beidou had already started walking forward to meet him.

"Dangerous?"

Ah Nan and the others were confused. A few of them, however, were staring at Yang Mutong and Zhou Baiwei, feeling that their faces looked somewhat familiar.

’Wait... have I seen them online?’

Just then.

BOOM!!

The group of teenagers suddenly felt a deafening roar in their ears. The ground shook, and the sky seemed to dim.

"What’s going on? An earthquake?"

"There are no dark clouds. Why did it suddenly get dark? Huh? Why is there a star in the sky?"

"..."

The group of teenagers exclaimed in surprise.

"Starlight! The starlight seems to be gathering on that man!"

Someone suddenly cried out.

Everyone looked at Yi Beidou’s back and saw starlight seemingly cascading from the sky, illuminating his body like a spotlight.

The second step, the third, the fourth...

They discovered to their astonishment that the shaking of the earth, the dimming of the sky, and the appearance of the star were not natural phenomena, but were all emanating from that man.

With every step he took, the heavens and the earth seemed to tremble.

’Are we... hallucinating?’

Panic welled up in their hearts. They wanted to leave, but found their bodies felt paralyzed, as if trapped in a nightmare, unable to move at all.

Meng Qianyuan and the other two shook their heads slightly and stepped in front of the teenagers to shield them.

They were too close. The only reason they were still standing was that the man up ahead was restraining the effects of his magnetic field.

After taking five steps, Yi Beidou stood opposite Ooshima Junichi, who was in his Kendo Uniform. They were ten paces apart.

"I didn’t expect you to proactively accept the challenge. Don’t blame me for taking advantage of your weakness. To find an enemy’s weak point and shatter it in one blow—that is the essence of the Sword Dao. And weakness is not limited to the body alone."

"This time, I have prepared three swords for you: one is the ’Earth Sword,’ one is the ’Celestial Sword,’ and one is the ’Human Sword.’ If you are still standing after all three swords have been drawn, I will turn and leave."

DONG!!

But just then, Yi Beidou took another step.

In the sky, a sixth star flickered. Yi Beidou’s Qi and blood surged, his muscles bulged, his height increased, his hair stood on end, and a demonic visage was revealed on his face.

FWOOSH!!

A torrent of blazing Blue-White Demon Flame, real and tangible, suddenly erupted from his body, soaring thirty feet into the air. The terrifying aura felt as if it sought to devour someone whole.

Even though Yi Beidou was not in his best condition, and invoking the Seven Stars Appear Together again would surely cause even more severe damage to his body, he could perfectly control the six-star state. It wouldn’t affect him as much as others imagined.

Even with only six stars illuminating the sky, it was not something just anyone could withstand.

Under the impact of that terrifying Demon Flame and the overwhelming Evil Qi, Ooshima Junichi’s expression changed slightly.

’This man fought three Saints in one day, and even engaged in a life-or-death battle with Western Europe’s strongest new-generation Blasphemer, Moncalis. He was injured, yet he can still muster such a colossal aura?’

"How many swords you have is irrelevant to me. We’ll talk after you take a palm from me and are still standing."

Yi Beidou’s voice was like a clap of thunder on a clear day, booming and reverberating throughout the entire plaza.

If his opponent had a heart set on proving their Dao, and acted honorably, he would naturally treat them seriously, carefully experiencing and learning from their True Intent and Techniques.

But this man was different.

He harbored ill intentions and resorted to trickery.

Utterly foul.

Like a fly or a bedbug, he just needed to be swatted away. There was no need to hold back.

Three swords?

That was just the man talking to himself. Yi Beidou had no intention of giving him such an opportunity.