As Ye Ming's palm descended, the air above the middle-aged man's head instantly formed a rapidly descending airflow, carrying immense power, and slammed down towards him.
Bang!
Without any resistance, the middle-aged man's spine and knees were forcefully bent to the ground by the airflow. His forehead even made direct contact with the cabin's floor.
Due to the suddenness and ferocity of the descending airflow, a slight cracking sound could be heard from his bones the moment he knelt.
"Ah!"
A piercing scream instantly echoed throughout the first-class cabin. Other passengers also cast their gazes.
Although not large, this first-class cabin had twelve seats. Upon witnessing this scene, everyone began to murmur.
Among them were four Eastern Islanders.
However, Ye Ming paid no attention to their whispers. He looked at the man kneeling and groaning in pain, shaking his head in exasperation, "Honestly, I really don't understand why you people always look for trouble. We don't know each other, why bother?"
Simply because he mentioned "someone he knew was within the Martial God Mountain," this man came to provoke him.
Ye Ming truly couldn't comprehend such logic.
At this moment, a flight attendant rushed over, inquiring, "Gentlemen! Is everything alright? If possible, could you please be seated..."
"It's nothing, just a small conflict!" Ye Ming waved his hand.
"This..."
The flight attendant looked at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground with a bloodstain on his forehead and twitched her lips.
"This is a small conflict?" she thought to herself.
To maintain order, she still stepped forward and prepared to help the man up, "Sir! Do you need medical attention?"
"Get lost!"
However, just as she was about to help him up, she was pushed away.
Because the bones in his knees had been dislocated and fractured by the violent impact, the man could only rely on his hands to struggle to his feet. He glared venomously at Ye Ming and said,
"You just wait!"
Then, dragging his battered body, he returned to his seat.
The man was not foolish; he knew he had run into a tough opponent this time. Instead of continuing to provoke, he concealed himself like a viper.
In his opinion, once he reached the Eastern Island nation, with his influence, making that young man disappear would be as easy as crushing an ant.
"Ye Ming! He..."
Nangong Qianyu, who was beside him, saw the look in the man's eyes as he left and knew this matter wouldn't end so easily.
"Don't worry, I know what you're going to say."
Ye Ming gave a charming smile and raised an index finger, a wisp of black energy swirling around its tip, "Look!"
He blew gently, and the strand of energy flew towards the man at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, entering his body without him noticing.
"What is this?"
Seeing this technique, Nangong Qianyu asked curiously.
"If he behaves, nothing will happen. If he insists on seeking death, I can't stop him."
Ye Ming picked up the newspaper again and began to read. He also knew very well that the other party would definitely court his own destruction.
Upon hearing this, Nangong Qianyu stopped paying attention. Seeing Ye Ming pick up the newspaper again, she turned her head and decided to read as well.
However, neither of them noticed that one of the four Eastern Islanders, a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, had witnessed everything when Ye Ming made his move.
"I can't believe I actually ran into him!"
The man withdrew his gaze, tapped the armrest with his finger, his eyes gradually deepening, and he mused, "Huaguo had Gu Taiyi before, and now another ancient martial artist even more outstanding than him has appeared. If we could recruit him..."
Thinking of this, a faint smile curved the man's lips. However, it didn't last long.
"If not, destroying him is also an option!"
...
Two hours later, the plane landed smoothly in Edo, the capital of the Eastern Island nation.
Ye Ming glanced at the person sleeping on his shoulder and smiled, saying gently, "We're here!"
"Huh?"
Nangong Qianyu groggily opened her eyes and said lazily, "Reading the newspaper was too boring, so I accidentally fell asleep."
Afterward, the two headed towards the plane exit.
The middle-aged man who had a conflict with them earlier seemed to have left before them.
A few minutes later, they walked out of the airport.
As soon as they emerged, they saw a sign being held high that read "Gourmet Tour."
"That must be the person picking us up!" Nangong Qianyu said, spotting the sign.
This was the greeter specially arranged by Yi Wang Group. Behind the person holding the sign were nearly ten other figures.
Those people were all dressed in uniform samurai attire, holding wooden swords. Each of them was an ancient martial artist.
No!
To be precise, according to the Eastern Island nation's nomenclature, they should be called... Ninshu.
In the Eastern Island nation, Ninshu also had various classifications.
Such as Sword Ninshu, Blade Ninshu, Technique Ninshu, Archery Ninshu, and so on.
Although their affiliated Ninshu might differ, the division of each stage was the same.
Beginner Ninshu were D-class Ninshu.
Next were C-class, B-class, and A-class.
Above that was S-class.
This rank was equivalent to the Martial Emperor realm in ancient martial arts.
And the highest rank of Ninshu was revered by the Eastern Islanders as—God.
A deity worthy of their lifelong worship.
Among the group of Ninshu holding wooden swords, the lowest was B-class, and the highest reached S-class.
This was equivalent to a Martial Emperor expert.
Such a formidable lineup, in the absence of a Martial God, could be considered invincible.
Yet, who would have imagined that this seemingly invincible lineup was merely a standard reception team at the airport this time.
"Lord Kimura, those two should be Miss Qian Xun and Teacher Ye, right!"
At this moment, the man holding the sign saw a man and a woman approaching them and said to the elder beside him.
Ye Ming and Nangong Qianyu's live stream trip to the Eastern Island nation, coupled with Yi Wang Group's arrangements, had indeed caused quite a stir in the Eastern Island nation's upper circles.
Moreover, Ye Ming's previous battle with Gu Taiyi was a globally broadcast event.
Therefore, apart from Ye Ming's "streamer identity," most people viewed him as a peak Martial God level expert.
The arrival of such a figure in the Eastern Island nation had caused the entire ninja world to erupt. Even the cultivation techniques he had passed down were being studied and analyzed by specialized personnel to ascertain if they were as miraculous as rumored.
And ultimately, after in-depth analysis by the research team they formed, they reached an astonishing conclusion:
Those cultivation techniques were—God-tier cultivation techniques.