Japan Island, Hokkaido.
In a desolate, deserted small town, a sloppy man holding a whiskey lazily walked toward a distant temple.
The temple housed a faded clay Buddha statue.
"Brother, there’s business from Vietnam. This time, we can get the corpses of two Huajin Martial Artists."
The man took out his phone and made a call. Soon, the clay Buddha moved over the ground, revealing a deep, bottomless passage leading downward.
A foul stench soon emerged, and a fellow in a white lab coat leaped up from below, landing steadily beside the man.
"Where did you get the corpses of Huajin Martial Artists?" The person asked excitedly.
"Tan Yuejin from the Four Poison Hall in Vietnam is dead, killed by a Huajin Martial Artist. Chen Chongyue wants us to go over and help. If we kill that Huajin Martial Artist, the corpse is yours."
"We’ll take the job."
"Also, Brother, Sodaimura Yujiro and Cyan Dragon Mount Tai are dead too; even Yagyu Ito might have perished in Vietnam."
"That old guy, why would he go to Vietnam and take Sodaimura Yujiro and Cyan Dragon Mount Tai, who refused to join the Heaven and Earth Alliance? Forget it, let’s set off now,
If all goes well, using those two corpses, I might finally take that step!"
Zhiming City First Hospital.
The light above the operating room doors flashed a dangerous red, and several policemen stood outside idly playing with their phones.
Ordinarily, foreigners like Cyan Dragon Mount Tai, causing such a huge incident and suffering such severe injuries, would not receive such high-level medical resources.
But with one order from Chen Chongyue, Cyan Dragon Mount Tai received emergency surgery from the top-tier doctors.
It effectively raised his survival rate from 0.1% to 1%.
As all the doctors inside the operating room were focused on saving the patient, the doors suddenly swung open from the outside.
Chen Chongyue swaggered in with a group of bodyguards, while several assistant doctors were about to step forward to stop him.
Chen Chongyue simply said, "No need to bother, leave it to me now."
"Sir, no outsiders are allowed in the operating room. Please respect our work," the chief surgeon immediately reprimanded.
"Here’s an authorization from your director. I’m now the family of this person. Stop the treatment, leave, and hand him over to me."
Chen Chongyue casually handed over a notice, and then began clearing the room with his subordinates.
As a disciple of the founder of the Four Poison Hall, Chen Chongyue wielded considerable influence in Zhiming City, manipulating connections as he wished, whether it was at hospitals or schools.
Even if the doctors were unwilling, they could only be pushed out of the operating room by Chen Chongyue’s bodyguards.
Standing by the operating table, Chen Chongyue looked at the unconscious Cyan Dragon Mount Tai, who was still wearing a respirator, and flashed a mysterious smile.
"So it’s you. A legendary Yokozuna dying just would be such a loss to the overseas Martial Arts World. Cyan Dragon Mount Tai, you’re going to die anyway, how about providing one last showcase of your Yokozuna prowess for me?" Follow current novels on No(ᴠ)ᴇlFire.nᴇt
Chen Chongyue took out a bottle of black potion from his pocket, visibly handling the bottle with extreme care, his expression cautious and deliberate.
Under the watchful eyes of his bodyguards, Chen Chongyue opened the bottle, removed the oxygen mask, and forcefully inserted the bottle into Cyan Dragon Mount Tai’s mouth.
The black liquid slowly drained into Cyan Dragon Mount Tai’s mouth.
"Next, we’ll witness the miracle of human medication," Chen Chongyue said with a mysterious smile, stepping back three paces.
Within a minute, Cyan Dragon Mount Tai’s body started convulsing violently.
He abruptly opened his eyes, his limbs flailing as if trying to escape from drowning.
His skin began to blacken rapidly until he became entirely black.
Cyan Dragon Mount Tai swung his arm, smashing his fist heavily onto the operating table, shattering a piece with strength the table couldn’t withstand.
Sitting up slowly, his only slightly white eyes painfully locked onto Chen Chongyue, "Who... are... you..."
"Four Poison Hall, Chen Chongyue," he said in Japanese, folding his hands with respect, "I have long admired your great Yokozuna reputation, Cyan Dragon."
"Four Poison Hall, I’m not dead? I wasn’t killed by Wang Longhu?" Cyan Dragon Mount Tai perplexedly clutched his chest, his mind recalling memories from before his unconsciousness.
Wang Longhu had kneed him so fiercely that the impact shattered many of his bones and meridians instantaneously.
Unless four or five Huajin Grandmasters were willing to exhaust their powers to heal him, there was no conceivable way Cyan Dragon Mount Tai could have survived.
"In theory, you are dead, Great Yokozuna. But I gave you the ’Enlightenment’ from the Heaven and Earth Alliance to drink. Now, your power is beyond your past self, although you won’t remain in this state for long. Once your potential is exhausted, you’ll perish instantaneously," explained Chen Chongyue.
"Heaven and Earth Alliance! You made me drink their stuff!" Cyan Dragon Mount Tai was startled, his tone turning shocked and angry.
Most Martial Artists mixed in the underworld globally knew that the Heaven and Earth Alliance had been investing heavily in human pharmacological research for nearly a hundred years.
Upon consumption, these drugs could either keep a person awake and lively for over ten days or allow an elderly gentleman to deadlift 300kg.