Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1580: Sword God, Chiba Choko

A true master cannot hide among ordinary folk, the samurai stated with composure. Despite your unassuming appearance, I sense you are one of the most perilous individuals I have ever had the misfortune of encountering.

Only one of them? So, that implies you are also quite an influential figure then? Ye Xuan chuckled.

Merely a martial artist, hardly worthy of mention. The samurai offered a respectful bow to Ye Xuan and declared with gravitas, Northern Federation, Sword God Chiba Choko.

Ye Xuan’s brow furrowed, a flicker of seriousness crossing his eyes.

The Northern Federation’s Sword God!

This individual was unknown to Ye Xuan; even after years spent on the battlefield, he had never heard anyone speak of him. The reason being, this man, revered as a deity within the Northern Federation, had long since ascended beyond the mortal realm.

Ye Xuan only became aware of him because Chen Xuanba had mentioned him once before.

The Northern Federation’s Sword God, Chiba Choko.

He commenced his martial arts journey at the age of seven, swordplay at nine, and by thirteen, he had challenged numerous elite fighters across the Northern Federation, achieving an astounding record of eighty-one consecutive victories. Incredibly, Chiba Choko required only a single move to vanquish any opponent during these triumphs.

At fifteen, the Sword God set his sights on the world’s top exponents, overwhelming them all and establishing a record of three hundred ninety-six consecutive wins, each achieved with a solitary technique.

With such a list of accomplishments, the Sword God was elevated to divine status within the martial arts circles of the Northern Federation.

At eighteen, he achieved mastery of the Shadow Flow Blade Technique. Finding no rivals left in the world, he turned his attention to the martial arts of the Yan Country, single-handedly setting foot on its soil.

He issued challenges to various renowned figures in the martial arts world, securing thirty-four consecutive victories.

This feat sent shockwaves across the globe, reverberating through the entire martial arts community!

Upon learning of this, the then Hierarch of the Martial Arts Alliance resolutely confronted him. After hundreds of exchanges, the Sword God was ultimately defeated by a single move, narrowly bested by sheer martial prowess.

Even in defeat, he garnered immense glory!

The paramount leader of the martial arts world harbored ambitions that reached for the heavens. Among the multitude of worthy contenders, not a single one could withstand even ten moves against him.

It was truly remarkable for an eighteen-year-old Sword God to attain such heights.

However, the Sword God possessed an exceptionally proud nature.

He departed from the Yan Country, and for the subsequent thirty years, he did not venture back within its borders. Even within the Northern Federation, he lived a life as inconspicuous as dust, until the present day, when he had become almost forgotten.

He has returned, unexpectedly.

And so, he materialized before Ye Xuan!

After a prolonged silence, Ye Xuan snapped back to his senses, emitting a cold laugh: As I recall, after your defeat thirty years ago, you made a solemn vow never to set foot in the Yan Country again. How swiftly have you forgotten that promise?

The Sword God’s gaze lowered slightly, and he let out a soft sigh: Circumstances beyond my control.

Ye Xuan smirked; the influence of the Holy Mansion permeated every nook and cranny of the world, turning even someone like the Sword God into a pawn in their schemes.

Alternatively, the Zhao Family from the martial arts world was also a possibility.

After all, in this era, while the Zhao Family might not command the same renown as the Ye Family did in its prime, their overall might and reach far surpassed that of the Ye Family.

Ye Xuan inquired with a smile, Are you here to challenge me?

Yes. The Sword God responded, then added, And no.

Then you are here to assassinate me. Ye Xuan laughed.

Yes. The Sword God then shook his head, And no.

Ye Xuan was momentarily rendered speechless: You bear a striking resemblance to a lunatic.

Yes. The Sword God replied with a pained smile, And no.

Ye Xuan simply shook his head, Let us proceed then.

The Sword God uttered no further words, raising his hands once more and inclining his head slightly in a gesture towards Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan remained still, his gaze fixed with solemnity upon the Sword God.

The killing intent radiating from the Sword God intensified, yet Ye Xuan felt no trace of animosity.

Beneath a sky of immaculate azure, the sun blazed brightly, and a sudden gust of wind swept through.

The parasol trees lining the road swayed violently in the strong breeze, emitting a soft, rustling sound akin to celestial chimes, though it carried an unsettling undertone that disturbed the mind.

Suddenly.

Boom!

The Sword God brought his foot down upon the ground, causing fissures to appear as his form instantly became a blur.

Boom!

Ye Xuan also moved with a light tap of his toes, the earth fractured, and his figure vanished into the ether.

Bang!

A loud, resonant impact echoed through the air, startling the assembled birds into panicked flight.

This was an encounter of extraordinary ferocity.

There were no flamboyant techniques, no evasive maneuvers or blocks; it was a pure, unadulterated head-on collision.

A true duel between masters invariably possesses such an unspoken understanding.

The Sword God requires no words, and Ye Xuan, similarly, needs none, yet the nature of the confrontation they both desired was understood.

Thus, they charged at each other.

Birds took flight in a panicked, squawking frenzy.

Su Yumo, observing from within the car, could only perceive Ye Xuan and the Sword God vanishing in a blur. The immense sound echoed, and as birds took to the chaotic skies, their figures reappeared.

Upon their sudden reappearances, the younger and older combatants were already locked in a direct clash.

Fist met fist, each challenging the other.

It was as if the entire world fell into a profound silence at that instant. Everything seemed to freeze. Ye Xuan and the Sword God remained motionless, suspended in the posture of their punch-for-punch exchange for a considerable duration.

Suffocation.

An overwhelming sense of suffocation permeated the air.

It was as though time itself had halted, and all natural laws had suspended their operations.

Su Yumo, seated in the car, her beautiful eyes wide with pupils contracted to pinpricks, her delicate mouth slightly agape in sheer terror, found herself unable to breathe...

The atmosphere gradually grew stiller.

Quiet to an absolute degree.

Swish!

A vehicle zoomed past, shattering the prolonged equilibrium that had settled over the scene.

With the disruption of the peace, Ye Xuan and the Sword God instantly sprang back as if jolted by electricity. They simultaneously broke their engagement, retreating to re-establish a distance of twenty meters, once again facing each other across the expanse.

Much like a lion and a tiger encountering each other, they instinctively recognized the formidable nature of their opponent, neither daring to act with complacency.

After a prolonged pause.

Ye Xuan's lips curved into his characteristic devilish grin: "The Northern Federation's Sword God, you truly live up to your formidable reputation. You are the most powerful master I have encountered thus far."

"You are too kind."

The Sword God remained impassive, yet a subtle glint of seriousness and apprehension flickered in his gaze as he looked at Ye Xuan.

Following a brief silence, the Sword God spoke, his face etched with solemnity: "To possess such power at your age, you are indeed a heaven-favored prodigy. I once believed myself to be the most gifted martial arts prodigy in the world, but today... I was mistaken."

"You are too kind," Ye Xuan replied with a smile. "In the martial path, while talent is vital, destiny and opportune moments are equally crucial. I have simply been fortunate."

"The people of Yan Country are ever so modest," the Sword God sighed. "Even with the most perfect opportunities, I doubt I would possess the confidence to wield such power at your age. Today, you already surpass Ye Tianlong's prowess from his prime."