Chapter 1,240: One on one or group fight?

Ye Bufan smiled and said, "If I don't go, are you going to make a move?"

"That's right, this old monk has already said that we cannot allow the Young man to create any more slaughter."

Guangji said, "Young man, it's better not to force this old monk to act, lest we hurt our harmony."

"Harmony? Do you think there's still any harmony between us?" Ye Bufan said, "Tell me, are you planning to fight one-on-one or as a group?"

"The Young man's talent is extraordinary, a Martial Dao Genius unlike any this old monk has ever seen. A one-on-one fight certainly won't do; we must join forces."

Ye Bufan laughed heartily, "As expected, you're shameless, making group bullying sound so righteous."

Facing his ridicule, Guangji remained unfazed, but Qianmu Wufu couldn't help but say, "Kid, what do you know? This is a display of our Great Dog Country's Martial Dao world's strength.

As far as I know, your Huaxia Martial Dao world can't even produce this many Saint-Grade experts."

Ye Bufan shook his head, "That's your ignorance. Our Huaxia Martial Dao is vast and profound, with experts as numerous as clouds. How could you few little devils understand it?"

"Boasting shamelessly. You should know that the Shingon sect represents the Peak existence of the Great Dog Country's Martial Dao world, and only we here can produce so many Martial Saint experts."

Qianmu Wufu shouted triumphantly, "If you have the ability, call all your Huaxia experts here. This old man will never say you're ganging up on us."

They currently had ten Martial Saints present, and he and Guangji had both reached the Martial Saint Middle Stage. In his opinion, under these circumstances, no matter how capable Ye Bufan was, there was no chance for him to turn the tables.

"You said that, don't regret it later?"

"Regret? This old man has never known what regret is in his life. If you have the ability, call over some experts, the more the better."

This fellow had thoroughly investigated Ye Bufan beforehand, knowing that he had come to the Great Dog Country alone and had no helpers, which was why he was so fearless.

As for the Watanabe Family and Watanabe Mitsuyoshi, he didn't even put them in his eyes. In a battle of this level, even if they came, they wouldn't be able to stir up a single ripple.

"Alright, you said that." Ye Bufan looked playful, "Take a look behind you."

He had come to the Great Dog Country fully prepared this time, bringing the Four Divine Dragon Guardians and the 36 Heavenly罡 Generals. He had initially thought he was making too big a fuss and felt a bit regretful that these people hadn't been put to use.

Now it was just right. Since the other side wanted to gang up, then they would see whose side had more people.

"Kid, are you trying to scare me? I wasn't scared as a child."

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Qianmu Wufu said this, but when he looked back, he was stunned by the scene behind him.

He saw that at some unknown time, they had been completely surrounded. A full forty experts encircled them, each standing in the Void Realm, all of them Martial Saint-Grade powerhouses.

After the shock, he swallowed hard. When did Martial Saint-Grade powerhouses become as worthless as cabbages?

Didn't they say the Huaxia Martial Dao world was in decline? Which bastard was spouting nonsense! Forty Martial Saints appearing at once, and there was also a Prodigy who was ridiculously powerful. Is this what they call decline?

One must know that although they had gathered ten Martial Saints today, this almost represented the Peak existence of the entire Great Dog Country's Martial Dao world. Even if they searched further, they probably wouldn't find many more.

But this level of strength was simply not presentable in front of others; there was no comparison whatsoever.

Not only was he shocked, but even in the hearts of Guangji and the others, a monstrous wave of shock surged. They had originally thought that although Ye Bufan's cultivation was super strong, they had a numerical advantage, and a group attack would surely allow them to capture or even kill him on the spot.

But now the situation changed in an instant. In the blink of an eye, the other side produced so many Martial Saint-Grade powerhouses, and they immediately became the weaker side. How could they fight this battle?

As for Qianmu Longxing, who was standing by watching, it was even more so. The scene before him was simply too great a blow.

He had trained diligently for sixty or seventy years, and still hadn't touched the threshold of the Martial Saint-Grade, yet others casually brought out forty or fifty. Was this even letting people live?

Liu Yun was also incredibly shocked. She had long known her master was powerful, but she never expected him to be powerful to this extent. To be able to summon so many Martial Saint-Grade powerhouses at will, this was absolutely something no ordinary person could do.

Ye Bufan looked at Qianmu Wufu with a playful expression, "How is it? As you wished. How do you feel now? Do you have any regrets?"

"I…"

Qianmu Wufu almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. At this moment, he only had two words in his heart: regret. He regretted it immensely, his intestines were green with regret.

If he had known this, he would never have provoked this fiend in front of him, but now it was too late to say anything.

Guangji put his palms together towards Ye Bufan, "Young man, I feel that such a grand display of force goes against the harmony of nature. How about we two fight one-on-one and decide the victor in one battle?"

He had no other choice. If it was a one-on-one fight, with his many years of cultivation, he might still have hope of winning.

If it was a group fight, there would only be one outcome: a very miserable death.

"Haha, you little devils really are…

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constantly refreshing my understanding. I've seen shameless people, but never this shameless. Just now, when you had more people, you wanted to gang up on me, and now that you see I have more people, you want a one-on-one fight.

Alright, you want a one-on-one fight, do you? You, one person, against all of us."

Ye Bufan couldn't be bothered to waste any more words with these people and directly waved his hand, "Attack!"

The Four Divine Dragon Guardians and the 36 Heavenly罡 Generals, who had been cooped up in the Dragon King Palace for so many days, had been waiting for this moment. Upon receiving his command, they immediately swarmed forward and launched a fierce attack.

The Four Divine Dragon Guardians surrounded Qianmu Wufu in the center, while the others also fought four against one, surrounding the Eight Vajras of the Shingon sect.

Under these circumstances, the situation was completely one-sided. These people from the Dragon King Palace were all inheritors of ancient Martial Skills, each with their own unique techniques.

In terms of one-on-one combat, each of them could suppress the Eight Vajras of the Shingon sect, let alone four against one. This was not a fight at all, but a one-sided crushing.

Qianmu Wufu's situation was slightly better, as he was a Martial Saint Middle Stage cultivator. Unfortunately, he had just been brutally beaten by Ye Bufan and was already severely injured, and the Sword of Kusanagi had been taken by the other party, causing his combat power to plummet.

Facing the group attack of the Four Divine Dragon Guardians, he could only parry and had no strength to retaliate.

"Amitabha."

Seeing this scene, Guangji leaped towards Ye Bufan.

There was no other option now. Only by taking this Young man as a hostage would they have any hope of survival.

In his opinion, with his nearly a century of cultivation, subduing the opponent should be effortless.

"Six-Elephant Prajna Palm."

Guangji was thin, but his roar was like thunder, and his palm strike was earth-shattering, like a Benlei, striking directly at Ye Bufan's chest.

"Good, you've come."

Ye Bufan didn't dodge or evade, and likewise struck out with a palm. In an instant, wind surged, lightning flashed and thunder roared—the Benlei Palm, a Secret Manual of the Dragon King Palace's Legacy.

The two palms collided with a dull thud, and then a figure flew backward. It was Guangji, who was scorched outside and tender inside by the power of lightning.

He never expected that not only was the opponent's cultivation deeper than his own, but his palm also contained such strong lightning power. He was severely injured with the very first move.

This palm strike sent him flying dozens of meters before he managed to stabilize himself, and his entire body was numb. Fortunately, he was bald; if he had hair, it would probably be standing on end right now.