My Co-renting Lady Boss-Chapter 1708 - 1707: Martial Arts Gala

"This is quite the event!"

Shao Wuyou leaned out the window excitedly, pointing outside, "Look, all the Japanese people today are wearing their national clothing. It feels like a festival for them!"

Tang Ming glanced outside, indeed seeing many men and women dressed in kimonos, clogs clacking, moving up the mountain like it was a market day.

"This is a problem."

Tang Ming furrowed his brow in vexation.

With so many people here, and Sakai Ryuuichi already prepared to avoid another ambush, there was no choice but to engage in an open duel. However, Sakai Ryuuichi could dominate the small Martial Arts world, so his true strength is certainly not weak.

If Tang Ming wanted to defeat him openly, he’d have to show his true skills, but he couldn’t do that in front of so many people!

The Huaxia Secret Technique was absolutely off-limits. If he used this cultivation technique against Sakai Ryuuichi, even if Tang Ming won, he’d become a target, and he might not even be able to leave Red Leaf Mountain.

Even Tang Ming’s own martial arts couldn’t be displayed. His Poison Skill was his ace in the hole, but Tang Cha had explicitly forbidden its exposure. With so many martial artists present, using the Poison Skill would undoubtedly reveal some secrets.

In the past, Tang Ming might not have cared, but after meeting the old madman, he understood Tang Cha’s concerns.

Even someone as powerful as the old madman had to hide himself now. If Tang Ming exposed his Poison Skill and revealed Tang Cha’s true identity, the results could be as severe as using the Huaxia Secret Technique.

But if he couldn’t use his true skills, how could he defeat Sakai Ryuuichi?

Seeing Tang Ming’s serious expression, Shao Wuyou and the other two remained silent.

The car drove straight to the top of the mountain, stopping in front of a temporary military tent set up facing the summit.

As soon as he got out of the car, Tang Ming saw a figure sitting at the summit—it was Sakai Ryuuichi.

"This guy sure came early."

Tang Ming curled his lips in annoyance, striding into the tent.

Shao Wuyou and the other two tried to follow but were stopped by guards.

Wu Tian, Fu Tianyou, Zhou Xiong, and the heads of the nine great families were all present, even the head of the Meng Family had come this time.

"Little Tang, you’re finally here. We thought you... Well, it’s good that you’re here."

Seeing Tang Ming enter, Zhou Xiong breathed a sigh of relief.

"I promised to come, so I’m here."

Tang Ming nodded, looking helplessly at Wu Tian, "I thought I was just here for a duel, but I didn’t expect you to make such a big spectacle."

"Sigh! We had no choice. We really tried to keep it low-key, but the Japanese embassy made sure everyone knows about it. I heard they’re even broadcasting the duel back in Japan, turning it into a peak confrontation between the martial arts of two nations."

Wu Tian sighed, looking complexly at Tang Ming, "This fight concerns national pride, you mustn’t lose."

"Yes, you mustn’t lose."

The others also chimed in.

Fu Tianyou, Wu Tian, and the family heads allied with the Ming Group had conflicting expressions, hoping Sakai Ryuuichi would get rid of Tang Ming, their thorn, yet not wishing for Tang Ming’s defeat, which would disgrace the nation, putting them in a torn state.

"I’ll do my best."

Tang Ming nodded.

"Are you ready? If you are, I’ll take you in."

Wu Tian stood up slowly, looking seriously at Tang Ming.

"I’m ready, we can start anytime."

Tang Ming smiled.

"Then let’s go."

Wu Tian sighed, "Good luck, you must win."

"I’ll do my best."

Tang Ming still didn’t make any promises.

Following Wu Tian to the summit, Tang Ming finally saw that the entire perimeter was packed with people.

Judging by the scale, there were several tens of thousands, and over a dozen cameras pointed their way. A group of Japanese journalists chattered in their language, describing the scene.

"Everyone, please quiet down."

Wu Tian glanced at those Japanese journalists, then turned towards the tent, "Today, we witness a sparring match between young martial arts prodigies of Huaxia and Sakai Ryuuichi, a disciple of the Sakai family. Friendship comes first, competition second, and all of you here are witnesses."

"It’s just a duel, does it need to be so formal?"

Tang Ming looked at Wu Tian, displeased.

"Ahem! On this grand occasion, I, as the leader of the Dragon Group, simultaneously announce one thing: I urge all martial artists within Huaxia’s borders to swiftly leave the Imperial City. I am aware of your reasons for being here, but so much time has passed without any clues; it’s likely nothing will be discovered."

Wu Tian rolled his eyes at Tang Ming, speaking slowly with his intentions clear, "Martial artists shouldn’t linger in urban areas, especially since the Imperial City is the heart of the nation. So please, for the sake of the Dragon Group, after the duel, leave promptly, or else the Dragon Group will personally clear the area."

A murmur came from the Huaxia camp.

Tang Ming squinted, surveying the crowd and spotting over a hundred people with extraordinary auras hidden among them, all seemingly martial arts experts drawn by the Huaxia Secret Technique.

"Interesting! Who would’ve thought this duel could also drive these people away? It’s not a wasted trip after all."

Tang Ming mused quietly.

"Director Wu, you don’t need to ramble. Today’s duel is a display of my strength to the Japanese people. Let’s not waste time,"

Sakai Ryuuichi said impatiently, slowly opening his eyes to glare at Wu Tian.

"Heh, alright, in that case, I won’t waste everyone’s time."

Wu Tian chuckled, turning to Tang Ming, "The duel officially begins, keep it friendly."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Wu Tian departed, leaving the summit to Tang Ming and Sakai Ryuuichi.

"I beat you up yesterday and now you’re putting on such a big show."

Tang Ming looked at Sakai Ryuuichi with displeasure.

"Hmph, yesterday you ambushed me; today I will cleanse my shame."

Sakai Ryuuichi stood up slowly, coldly eyeing Tang Ming, "Let’s settle this with our skills, and not mention the past."

"Fine! If you dare to come, I dare to bury you."

Tang Ming stretched, his fighting spirit high as he stared at Sakai Ryuuichi, "I am Tang Ming, also known as the Ghost Whisperer Three-Way."

"Hahaha!"

Hearing Tang Ming seriously announce his name, Shao Wuyou and the others couldn’t help but laugh.

The group had brainstormed throughout the journey, finally coming up with such a nickname.

Since Tang Ming was effectively fighting against the Japanese, they called him the Ghost Whisperer, and adding the Three-Way bit was just genius.

"Ghost Whisperer Three-Way? Never heard of it. I am Sakai Ryuuichi of the Sakai family, without a nickname."