With a dull thud, Naoto Yamaguchi was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting blood and unable to move.

"What...what kind of martial art is this?!" Yamaguchi Naoto exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief.

He had never seen such agile and powerful opponent, who had deciphered all his life's learning in a single move. His eyes and heart were filled with resentment and incomprehension.

Wu Tian chuckled, a confident smile playing on his lips: "This is Chinese martial arts, how can it be compared to the martial arts of a small country like ours? Your so-called strongman is nothing but a joke in front of Chinese martial arts."

After speaking, he suddenly moved, his palms shooting out like lightning, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, which was awe-inspiring.

Everyone present felt an immense and unparalleled force, as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had caved in, crushing everything in an instant, causing the entire space to tremble, as if the gravity of the universe had been concentrated in the palm of one person at this moment.

They fought valiantly, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree; the invisible force surged like a tidal wave, swallowing up all their resistance.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, the Yamaguchi Dojo behind them was instantly reduced to ruins, dust billowing and obscuring the sky.

“This… how is this possible…” Naoto Yamaguchi stared in disbelief, his eyes filled with a mixture of disbelief and deep resentment.

He held himself in high esteem. As the leader of the warriors of the Great Kingdom, this was the first time in his life he had witnessed such an astonishing sight, coming from such a young and outstanding Chinese talent.

In an instant, his eyes lit up, as if he had understood something, and his voice trembled as he asked the name that had almost suffocated him: "You... could you be Wu Tian?"