Starforce Warriors-Chapter 460: Three Powerful Experts

Long Zhengfei let out a cold laugh. "If you want a fight to the death, go ahead and try. Let’s see who truly finds it impossible to take another step on Great Xia’s territory."

Both he and the Qiujin Boxing Gym had long been a thorn in the side of foreign powers in Haijing City. For over half a year, the gym had been the target of countless schemes and provocations. He had endured long enough.

"Great Xia’s territory?" Another voice cut through the air, speaking in equally clumsy Mandarin.

This time, it was laced with heavy sarcasm. "The Earth belongs to the Star Council. All of it is governed under their rule."

A tall, bear-like white man appeared on a pale silver airboard. He wore a military-green vest, his bare arms bulging with muscles like mountains. He had on tactical cargo pants and black, knee-high combat boots.

His deep green eyes bore a chilling, predatory focus, like a beast locking onto its prey, as he directed his oppressive aura at Long Zhengfei.

His name was Nathan Thomas, and he was a rising martial powerhouse from the Yiggs Union. He was employed by the Yiggs Consulate in Haijing City as an unofficial military officer. Known as the Undying Tyrant, he had fought and defeated thirty-seven challengers in the city, each victory ending in a KO and his opponent’s death. He had never lost.

The crowd gasped in shock.

Even the Yiggs Union has been drawn into the conflict?

Long Zhengfei’s white brows twitched as he asked, "What’s this? Is the Yiggs Consulate getting involved as well?"

Nathan Thomas smirked mockingly. "Don’t misunderstand me. I’m not acting as a representative of the Yiggs Consulate. I’m here as a friend of Mr. Tsukiha. I simply can’t stand the sight of you Great Xia people bullying someone with numbers and making things difficult for my friend."

The warriors in the slums erupted with fury at those words. What a blatant distortion of the truth. It was clearly the Jiepeng who had been bullying and oppressing others, yet here they were, twisting the narrative to play the victim.

The combined killing intent of Tsukiha Meiryū and Nathan Thomas locked onto Long Zhengfei. But his white hair danced in the air as his beard bristled with defiance. He stood tall and unwavering, his entire being radiating resilience.

An invisible, oppressive aura spread through the atmosphere, signaling that a fierce battle was imminent.

"Old dog, why don’t you make your move already?" sneered Tsukiha Meiryū, his voice dripping with malice. "Hehehe... I can’t wait to chop off your head and slaughter every last one of your disciples."

The Moon Splitting Blade in his arms vibrated with an eager hum. It seemed the blade itself was thirsting for blood. Though Tsukiha Meiryū knew he couldn’t defeat Long Zhengfei in a duel, the odds were firmly in his favor with Nathan Thomas by his side. Together, they could kill the Great Xia old dog who had opposed the Jiepeng Empire for so long.

The Qiujin Boxing Gym had always relied on Long Zhengfei’s strength to survive. If he were to fall, the gym’s disciples would scatter like leaves in the wind, leaving the Jiepeng Consulate's plans unchallenged.

Nathan Thomas’s face twisted into a savage grin. The Qiujin Boxing Gym had often thwarted the Yiggs Consulate’s schemes in the slum. The unity of the Great Xia people had been a thorn in their side, making them difficult to suppress.

This was the perfect opportunity to eliminate Long Zhengfei once and for all. Both warriors radiated murderous intent, their bloodlust thickening the tense atmosphere.

Behind Long Zhengfei, the petite and spirited Long Jing’er grew visibly anxious, her delicate face betraying her inner turmoil. Though she was a prodigious talent, she was only eighteen. Her cultivation had brought her to the peak of the Meridian Expanding Realm, which was an extraordinary achievement for her age.

Yet, she was still outmatched against powerhouses in the Dao Union Realm. She could offer no meaningful assistance to her father. If anything, she feared she might become a liability.

What to do?

Long Jing’er was consumed by anxiety. The battle was on the brink of erupting. The tense, oppressive atmosphere hung heavy in the air. Just then...

“A righteous force permeates the heavens and earth, manifesting in myriad forms. Below, it flows through rivers and mountains; above, it shines as sun and stars. In humans, it is vast and boundless, filling the great expanse of the seas...”

A clear and confident voice recited ancient verses in the tense silence. The voice carried an overwhelming sense of righteousness and grandeur as it came from afar. At first, it seemed thousands of meters away. But by the time the final line was spoken, its source was already close at hand.

A slender middle-aged scholar walked through the air. His face was refined and elegant, and his slightly black beard added a dignified air to his bearing. His sharp, angular features were striking, and his posture was impeccably straight, like a measuring rod.

He walked up to stand by Long Zhengfei’s side. It was Mr. Ruler! He was ranked first on the slum’s ranking of martial powerhouses and the founder and headmaster of the Justice Academy.

Tsukiha Meiryū’s expression shifted slightly.

"Justice Academy intends to oppose the Jiepeng Empire as well?" His brow furrowed in anger as he harshly demanded an answer.

Mr. Ruler, however, didn’t even acknowledge him. Instead, he turned to Long Zhengfei and asked, "Where is he?"

The old boxing master tilted his chin in the direction of the apartment and replied, "Still inside."

"You haven't met him yet?" Mr. Ruler sounded slightly surprised.

The old boxing master gestured to the corpses of the Jiepeng ronin warriors on the ground, their icy remains still partially unmelted, and countered with a question of his own. "Does it matter if I’ve met him or not?"

"After all these years, you’re still the same brute," Mr. Ruler remarked, shaking his head.

Long Zhengfei burst into hearty laughter. "I’ll take that as you complimenting me, you grim-faced old Chi!"

The two bantered effortlessly, showing no regard for the two foreign powerhouses before them. Below, the martial artists of the slums couldn’t contain their excitement. To their surprise, it turned out that Long Zhengfei, the boxing god, and Mr. Ruler, Chi Chunshui, were actually friends!

In the past, the Qiujin Boxing Gym and the Justice Academy had never really interacted. If anything, their relationship was somewhat strained. The gym viewed the academy as a haven for weak and impractical scholars, while the academy dismissed martial artists as nothing more than uncouth brawlers.

Yet now, when the old boxing master faced a crisis, it was the representative of the academy, Mr. Ruler, who had stepped forward to help. This unexpected alliance shifted the balance of power. The two sides were now back on equal footing. Or rather, Great Xia even held a slight advantage.

Mr. Ruler, renowned as the top powerhouse on the slum’s martial rankings, was a seasoned expert in the Dao Union Realm. He was more than capable of taking on two opponents at once.

"What’s this? The Justice Academy also intends to harbor a fugitive?" A contemptuous scoff rang out, cutting through the tension.

This time, another foreigner appeared. A white woman with golden hair and blue eyes stepped forward, her towering frame adorned in a white off-shoulder gown. Despite her imposing build, her face held an undeniable elegance. A crown of flowers rested atop her head as she walked barefoot through the night air. Her attire deliberately evoked the image of an ancient Greek goddess.

Yet, it wasn’t her appearance that captured everyone’s attention. It was the emblem on the front of her gown. Two sharp, crossed daggers, a single drop of blood falling from their tips, set against a faintly radiant background of sun, moon, and stars.

The mark of the Blade of Verdict, one of the three major branches of the Inquisition under the Star Council. This woman, who carried herself like a Greek deity, was a fully authorized member of the Blade of Verdict. The involvement of the Inquisition signaled a significant shift in the situation. This was no longer a private conflict among martial artists.

It was now an official matter under the jurisdiction of the Star Council’s highest enforcement body.

"You two, step back immediately." The woman, Elizabeth, commanded authoritatively.

Her stunning face remained icy and her tone carried an undeniable finality. "Return and reflect on your actions. Prepare to face interrogation by the Inquisition. Refuse, and you will be enemies of the Inquisition from this moment on."

Her Mandarin was flawless. The Inquisition's standard for deploying members to Great Xia required complete fluency in the local language. Mastery of Great Xia’s language and culture was a non-negotiable prerequisite.

"Hahaha!" Tsukiha Meiryū threw his head back and laughed heartily, elated to find a kindred spirit in Elizabeth.

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Meanwhile, the faces of Mr. Ruler and Long Zhengfei darkened. They had anticipated that the Inquisition might intervene, but the speed and decisiveness of their involvement had caught them off guard. The situation was only growing more tense.

Below, countless martial artists from the slum, all Great Xia citizens, were filled with rage and frustration, yet they could do nothing. Scenes like this had played out countless times in Haijing City before.

As Great Xia people, to be oppressed on their own soil by foreign forces without the power to resist was a humiliation and sorrow that only those who had endured it could understand. And today was worse.

In the past, it had been ordinary martial artists who suffered such indignities. But today, even the slum’s two most powerful Great Xia experts, who stood at the pinnacle of martial strength, were being threatened and reprimanded.

The anger smoldered like a fire about to erupt. Yet none dared to let it ignite. Just as despair began to settle over the crowd, a clear tapping sound echoed through the night.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The steady rhythm of a bamboo stick striking the ground slowly, unhurriedly, grew closer. Everyone turned to look. An old blind man emerged from the dark alleys of the slums.

He wore simple black robes and dark glasses over his sightless eyes. In one hand, he held a bamboo flagpole, its black cloth emblazoned with four ancient characters in white, Heaven Knows, I Know.

In his other hand, he carried a folded stool. He used a slender bamboo branch as a cane to tap and probe the ground ahead of him. Step by steady step, he moved with an unshakable calm.

When Luo Hong, the deputy leader of the Haisha Gang, caught sight of the old man, his expression changed instantly.

Why is this old monster here too?