Chapter 2863 - 1774: Invitation Letter (Part 2)

Chapter 2863: Chapter 1774: Invitation Letter (Part 2)

"That’s right, the number one in the world."

"You can open it and take a look."

With his permission, Tanki Liuli, who was sitting cross-legged, leaned forward, reached out, and picked up the unmarked white envelope. Upon opening it, she discovered its contents were profound.

To [Jiang Chen]:

As the winds of the martial world rise and the flame of martial arts is passed down, in this chilly winter, with the thought of "meeting friends through martial arts and embodying chivalry," we are hosting the number one martial arts tournament in the world at the [Fuji Mountain Peak]. We sincerely invite you to take the time to attend, to join this grand event of martial arts, to exchange skills, and to discuss the true essence of martial arts.

Martial arts is not merely a competition of strength, but a cultivation of character and an elevation of chivalry. This tournament values both the skills of the fist and foot, and the heights of morality. All participating heroes will receive our national treasure "Ninja Heart Method Outline," and the champion will be awarded the "Number One" gold seal, commanding the Martial Arts Justice Order, and leading heroes to protect all beings.

During the grand event, Grandmasters from the eighteen major sects, including Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei, will be present to witness and provide guidance on martial arts mysteries; martial world eccentrics will perform such skills as "Hundred Hits with Hidden Weapons" and "Stone-breaking Hard Skill," sharing a feast for the senses. With your exceptional abilities, we hope you arrive in style, discovering the truth within sword flashes and forging comradeships amidst shared honesty.

Know that the path of martial arts cannot be traveled alone. We hope you live up to the high expectations of the martial world, responding within seven days upon receipt of this letter, so we may properly arrange your accommodation and itinerary. By then, the ancient cherry blossom path will be lit to guide your way, and the Fuji cloud sea will prepare your stage, awaiting your heroic display to compose a new Chapter in martial arts.

Wishing you prosperity in martial fortune and wide renown!

Sincerely invited by the Number One Martial Arts Tournament Committee.

————

Indeed.

This is an invitation letter.

Meticulously crafted, with gilding techniques, of high caliber.

From a neighboring country across the sea, the cherry blossom land she once visited.

The invitation letter is very formal and sincere, but with Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei’s eighteen major sects’ Grandmasters attending?

What is this?

The head of Shaolin, wasn’t he captured?

Fine.

Those are minor details, not worth fussing over.

But what qualifications does this small Japan have to host the "Number One Martial Arts Tournament" and even dare to grant the "Number One" gold seal?

And, and most crucially...

Tanki Liuli raised her head, "Why invite you?"

The pretentious Boss Jiang slightly twitched his eyelids, struggling to maintain his composure, as the Daoist Sister’s words, put another way, were more straightforward.

— You’re such a weakling.

"Did you read the contents written on this?"

Tanki Liuli nodded.

"This tournament values both the prowess of the fists and feet and the heights of morality."

Boss Jiang, taking parts out of context, with a righteous aura, said, "And to outsiders, I am an expert."

Daoist Sister didn’t laugh.

Hmm.

Daoist Sister’s humor threshold is extraordinarily high.

She did not strike back; with her personality, she would never bully the weak from a high ground.

She just asked very sincerely:

"Are you going to attend?"

She asked seriously, and Boss Jiang answered seriously, raising his hand to signal the return of the invitation letter.

"Of course. Since the Japanese have sent the invitation, how could I possibly not attend? If I don’t go, wouldn’t that make them think that Huaxia heroes are all reputation-seeking opportunists? It’s our duty to bring honor to Huaxia."

Fully worthwhile.

Kid, do you have many questions???

Boss Jiang’s speech skills are commendable, with his tones rising and falling, very persuasive, but the audience nearby was only one person.

He was facing someone who could kick him away with one foot.

Bringing honor to Huaxia.

The vision is admirable.

It’s just that sometimes shouldn’t you have a little self-awareness?

Is this really going to bring honor to Huaxia?

Sure it’s not going to be a disgrace?

"You shouldn’t go."

Boss Jiang was indeed formidable, pressing even the normally transcendent Daoist Sister to speak up.

"I must go."

He was indisputable, looking determined and fearless.

Victory or defeat is common among soldiers.

Lack of strength is not a problem.

If you’re weak, you can practice more.

But being ignorant of the heights of heaven and earth is extremely incorrect.

It’s not about looking down on others. Without mentioning others, just talking about the sneaky female ninja who came in that day, Tanki Liuli fought against both, so she has enough right to speak. If this man bent on bringing glory to the nation clashes with that ninja in the martial arts tournament, his lofty ambition would shatter like walnut shells on a coffee table, piece by piece.

Martial arts is something that cannot be forced with mere bravado.

If you can, you can.

If you can’t, you can’t.

Pretending you can when you can’t.

Once on the demonstration stage, there is only one result.

Your mouth gets slapped out of place.

If it’s domestic competitions, it’s fine, losing just means losing, it doesn’t matter, but if the opponent is Japanese, according to martial world customs, there’s no need to return, one should take one’s own life to apologize to the world.

She grew up on the mountain and never attended school, but some memories are etched in her genes.

"If you insist on going, I’ll beat you."

"..."

Jiang Chen’s eye twitched, and he couldn’t help but quietly curse inwardly.

Damn.

As a man, being threatened like this by a woman was utterly humiliating!

But did he dare to refute?

He did not dare.

He had seen her killing in Tokyo with his own eyes, and it was simply an art form.

Therefore, he knew the "contrast" in her character.

Everyone has their own critical point.

This seemingly peace-loving Taoist nun was actually a thorough radical.

Never joke about Japanese people in front of her, or she might think you are Japanese.

Jiang Chen had no doubt that if he kept on being stubborn, she would unhesitatingly beat him, break his legs, and prevent him from competing for the title of number one in the world.

The facts proved it.

A fist is always the hardest reason.

Under absolute martial strength, what could the once arrogant Boss Jiang do? He could only swallow his pride and keep quiet.

He took the invitation and put it back in the envelope, stuffed it back into his pocket like a silent, aggrieved little wife, and seemed to plan to go upstairs to rest.

"Why didn’t I receive one?"

Tanki Liuli asked.

She wasn’t stupid.

Even though he didn’t persist, that didn’t mean he truly gave up. If he sneaked there quietly, she couldn’t stop him.

"Even excellent goods fear a deep alley. No matter how skilled you are, you have no reputation."

Like a cicada’s wings weighing more than a thousand pounds.

The great bell is destroyed while the broken pot thunders.

Slanderers are celebrated while virtuous scholars are nameless.

Why is the martial arts world now in such a sorry state?

Because it’s full of rotten fish and shrimp hopping around.

"What about senior sister?"

Oops.

That was a loophole.

Jiang Chen remained calm in the face of danger, choosing not to go rest, and sat back on the sofa. "You understand the Japanese temperament, cunning and deceitful, bullying the weak and fearing the strong. What is the purpose of them hosting this World Martial Arts Tournament? Is it really to promote martial arts? No. It’s definitely to make themselves look good. They are determined to win the championship. So would they invite truly strong contenders?

No.

They would only invite someone like me, with some skill, but not too much of it."

Was this self-praise?

A bit unclear.

But it didn’t matter.

Being able to say something like that at least proves that Boss Jiang was still clear-headed inside.

"This is an ultimate open conspiracy, go and you’ll fall into a trap, don’t go and you’re cowardly, even more embarrassing. Tell me, what can I do?"

Tanki Liuli gazed at him.

Jiang Chen didn’t dodge, directly meeting her eyes that were capable of purifying the world’s filth, "Is there any divine skill you could lend me?"

Still not giving up, huh?

"Can I participate?"

Tanki Liuli said.

Boss Jiang stayed expressionless, "How could that be possible? Without an invitation, there’s no qualification to participate. The World Martial Arts Tournament doesn’t accept unknowns."

Unknowns?

Wasn’t the heads she chopped off last time in Tokyo enough?

"Do you have a way?"

Tanki Liuli looked at him. Although it was a question, her tone was declarative. This man’s martial skills weren’t that great, but he was quite capable in other areas.

Being requested by a heavenly immortal-like woman, the feeling was really indescribable. Boss Jiang lightly inhaled the intoxicating fragrance, furrowed his brow in deep thought, and then his eyes lit up.

"Got it."

He reached into his pocket again, this time not only pulling out the invitation but also a bottle of correction fluid and a pen.

No idea if he swiped it from the Martial Saint’s room.

Tanki Liuli watched as he laid the invitation on the coffee table, then bent down and started applying the correction fluid and writing.

"Here."

Tanki Liuli took it, lowered her head, and glanced.

It was still the same invitation.

But the content had changed.

To , Greetings.

His name was modified on the spot to her name.

And the correction marks were clearly visible.

Her plump lips parted slightly.

"Done."

Boss Jiang capped the pen, like a swordsman sheathing his blade, exuding an overwhelming charm.