Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1313 Tokugawa's Confidence

Hojo Nobunari gestured for the judge to go and check the situation, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

The pirate judge approached the burly man, patted him on the back, and said a few words.

The burly man didn't react at all; his thick body remained motionless.

The pirate judge crouched down to observe, then checked the strong man's breath with his hand.

The next moment, the pirate judge shuddered, turned around and looked at Hojo Nobunari in astonishment, gently shook his head, indicating that the man was finished.

Everyone in the hall clearly saw the pirate judge's expression, and they all gasped and turned their attention to Lin Feng.

I noticed this guy had picked up his chopsticks again and was eating.

As the head of the military, Tokugawa Iehira had seen too many highly skilled warriors and extraordinary individuals. Faced with such a heavy body, even if you used a sword, you might not be able to kill him with one blow.

Moreover, Lin Feng's slender body contained immense power.

He was shocked and squinted as he carefully observed Lin Feng.

Tokugawa Iehira suspected that Lin Feng was a cultivator, but as a high-ranking official of the Ōga clan and a close advisor to His Majesty the Emperor, he had seen many cultivators before.

Lin Feng's actions and temperament bear no resemblance whatsoever to a cultivator.

Those cultivators usually have a calm gaze that reveals disdain for the mundane world, and their gentle and mild words contain an unparalleled arrogance, making you feel that there is a great distance between you and them.

Not to mention facing Tokugawa Iehira, even when facing His Majesty the Emperor, the cultivator remained neither humble nor arrogant, acting as he pleased, showing no regard for imperial authority whatsoever.

Even though Lin Feng was a cultivator hidden within the Taisho Peace Talks team, these unique qualities could not be concealed.

Judging from Lin Feng's demeanor, he is a military commander through and through, only of a higher rank.

Four pirate warriors came in and carried the burly man out.

Hojo Nobunari's heart clenched. He had orchestrated this duel and earned the praise of the Tokugawa shogun; he couldn't afford to mess it up.

His confidence stemmed from the fact that Tokugawa Iehira had allowed him to spend a large sum of money to hire practitioners of the Muryo Shinmon sect to help him.

Once the four warriors in front are defeated, he can turn the tide with just one cultivator.

This includes killing the most difficult opponent, Kikawa.

This was Hojo Nobunari's trump card, although he did not believe that the Taisho warriors could withstand the samurai in his own ranks.

But right now, sending their own samurai to challenge Kikawa would be tantamount to suicide.

Because the burly man who was just killed by Kikawa was the strongest of the five samurai chosen by Hojo Nobunari.

They intended to take down Muchuan with overwhelming force, and then they could do whatever they wanted afterwards.

Including Prime Minister Miao Changfeng of the Taisho era, and that Prime Minister Inspector Feng Li, in Hojo Nobunari's eyes, they were like dough, to be kneaded at will.

Things were getting out of control, and Hojo Nobunari secretly observed Tokugawa Iehira's expression.

He remained expressionless, showing no emotion whatsoever.

Hojo Nobunari breathed a slight sigh of relief and turned to look at the entrance of the hall, where a pirate official was standing.

The two men locked eyes for a moment, then the pirate official turned and left the room.

The plan was brought forward, and the cultivators from the Wuli Xinmen sect had to make their appearance; otherwise, no one could control the situation. This Mu Chuan from the Taisho Dynasty was no ordinary martial artist.

It was all very brief, but Hojo Nobunari had already raised his wine cup high in front of Lin Feng.

"General Mu is indeed formidable. The samurai from earlier was one of the top twenty warriors in my army. I, Hojo, would like to offer you a toast."

His words were praising Lin Feng, but they also clearly told the Taisho people that the samurai from earlier was only in the top twenty.

They also have many stronger warriors.

Lin Feng also raised his wine cup: "You flatter me, you flatter me. I was just lucky."

Miao Changfeng was overjoyed, knowing that Mu Chuan would not disappoint him. If he could successfully complete this peace negotiation mission, he would definitely be promoted when he returned.

Feng Li also picked up his wine cup, his face beaming with smiles.

"General Mu is mighty! With just a wave of his hand, he secured 20,000 taels of silver for our Great Zheng. Congratulations!"

After the commotion in the hall subsided, the martial arts competition couldn't afford to fall into a slump.

Hojo Nobunari signaled for the duel to continue, and the next pirate samurai to enter the arena chose an unassuming opponent.

He was also one of Miao Changfeng's eight guards.

The two were evenly matched, and fought fiercely in the arena, their bodies covered in blood, truly giving it their all.

Miao Changfeng's guards were all top-notch martial arts masters, strong individuals who had survived countless battles and bloodshed.

When faced with a life-or-death struggle, one naturally does not back down.

The pirate warriors lived in extremely harsh environments, which shaped their fierce, brutal, bloodthirsty, and ruthless nature.

When two powerful forces clash, both are covered in blood, yet neither shows any sign of backing down; they will not give up until one of them dies.

Before going on stage, they all received some ideological education, and no one was willing to admit defeat.

This kind of fighting was normal, and the pirate commanders watched with great interest.

He could only cover his face and lower his head, unable to bear to look any longer.

Miao Changfeng frowned and stared at the arena. Seeing the desperate scene of his guards, he felt that Lin Feng was unfathomable.

Like Lin Feng's martial arts match, it was over before I even knew what was going on. Apart from the fear afterward, it wasn't fun at all.

Within a quarter of an hour, both warriors on the field staggered, blood obscuring their vision, swaying precariously as if they could barely stand.

Helpless, Hojo Nobunari looked up and gestured to the judge.

The referee understood his meaning, stood in front of the fence, and nervously watched the two fighters.

Just then, the Taisho warrior stumbled and lost his balance, falling to his knees on one knee. He was struggling to straighten up when...

The referee immediately shouted and went inside the fence.

"In this match, the Grand Warrior will win."

Almost all those present were military generals, and they were all seasoned veterans of martial arts, so they knew the ins and outs of it.

This is the pirate judge, who is clearly biased towards the pirate warriors.

After he announced the verdict, the pirate warrior collapsed to the ground and remained motionless.

Miao Changfeng's guards, however, managed to stand up unsteadily.

Despite being bruised and blind, he still angrily declared that he hadn't lost.

Miao Changfeng frowned and remained silent, but Feng Li jumped up.

“Look at us, our warriors are still standing, while your warriors are already lying down and unable to get up. This match should have been won by our Taisho warriors.”

No one paid any attention to his explanations. Several pirate warriors came in and carried him out.

Miao Changfeng's other guards also helped the guards who were competing to leave.

The guard shouted loudly as he walked.

"Your Excellency, I did not lose; they lost."

Feng Li's face turned red with anger, and he turned to look at Lin Feng.

"General Mu, you've seen it clearly too, haven't we won?"

Lin Feng put a fried river shrimp in his mouth and chewed it. Hearing this, he looked up and glanced at Feng Li.

Then he glanced at the broken sword on the low table, but said nothing.

In his mind, the broken sword was transmitting a message to him: a cultivator was approaching, but not at a high level, roughly equivalent to a third-generation disciple of a hidden sect.

Lin Feng pondered that this must be Tokugawa Iehira's confidence; with just one cultivator, he could kill all five of them, the Taisho warriors, in their duel.

Seeing that Lin Feng ignored him, Feng Li turned to look at Miao Changfeng.

"Your Excellency, this..."

Miao Changfeng, his face grim, snapped, "Sit back down."

Feng Li had no choice but to lower his head and return to his seat, where he angrily picked up his wine cup and took a large gulp.

Hojo Nobunari didn't even look at the gift; he simply stood up quickly and went out to greet them in the hall.

He also received a report that the master of the Wuli Xinmen sect had arrived.

Before long, Hojo Nobunari entered, accompanied by a short, middle-aged man with a mustache.

Hojo Nobunari gave up his seat, invited the man to sit down, and whispered something in his ear.

The man glanced at Tokugawa Iehira, then looked around.

When the pirate commanders met his gaze, they all smiled and nodded in acknowledgment.

The man remained expressionless, but his eyes paused when they landed on Lin Feng.

Hojo Nobunari quickly leaned in and explained the current situation.

The man's expressionless face began to shift between light and shadow, and his eyes started to dart around.