Wu Tian's every word was like a heavy hammer blow, deeply imprinted on people's hearts. His majesty and decisiveness made him impossible to look down upon and not to be underestimated.

Watanabe Ichiro lay limp on the ground, his chest heaving violently like a lone boat in a storm, each breath accompanied by an excruciating pain deep within his soul.

He struggled to lift his head, his vision blurred, and Wu Tian's tall, pine-like figure resembled a towering mountain range, inspiring awe in him.

A bitter smile forced a smile onto his lips, his voice barely a whisper, yet each word clear: "Wu Tian, ​​you've won... but this is just the beginning..."

He strained to look at the distant third floor, a last glimmer of hope remaining in his eyes, his hoarse cry filled with expectation: "You...you won't show up yet?"

However, all that answered him was the desolate void and endless silence.

At that moment, he seemed to suddenly realize something, and a burst of laughter rose up, tinged with self-mockery and desolation: "So... I was too naive."

Wu Tian's lips curled into a faint yet profound smile, his tone unhurried: "Are you waiting for them to help you? I'm afraid it will be in vain. They have already used you as a pawn to achieve their goals. But don't worry, they may soon be accompanying you on the road to the underworld, enjoying the blooming of the other shore flowers together."

Watanabe Ichiro's eyes shifted from anticipation to despair. The ally he had thought he had was nothing more than a fleeting illusion of profit.

At this moment, he finally realized that he had underestimated Wu Tian's strength. If he hadn't wanted to be the first to speak out, how could he have ended up like this?

He gritted his teeth, his words revealing a tragic heroism, as if seeking some solace for his defeat: "I, Watanabe Ichiro, am still glorious in defeat. I hope that my people can take this as a lesson, and one day rise again to discuss the superiority of Chinese martial arts."

Upon hearing this, Wu Tian lowered his gaze slightly and did not immediately refute. Instead, he slowly walked to Watanabe Ichiro's side and looked down at him with an air of supreme authority.

After a moment of silence, he slowly opened his lips: "Watanabe Ichiro, your perseverance and persistence are admirable; however, your arrogance and conceit are not to be admired by the wise. The reason why Chinese martial arts have stood firm is not because of surpassing others, but because of embracing all and being inclusive."

Wu Tian's voice echoed in the open space, like a morning bell and evening drum, both awe-inspiring and thought-provoking.

His words conveyed regret for Ichiro Watanabe, and also revealed a profound understanding of the spirit of martial arts.

Wu Tian paused for a moment, then continued, "You are a rare martial arts prodigy, but unfortunately, you have misunderstood the essence of martial arts."

Upon hearing this, a complex light flashed in Watanabe Ichiro's eyes.

For decades, he immersed himself in martial arts training, never touching the bewilderment deep within his heart.

Wu Tian's words were like the sun breaking through the clouds, but they also plunged him into deeper thought, leaving his heart in turmoil.

He could only muster his last strength to give a forced smile, which was his response to Wu Tian. The smile contained both defiance and relief.

Finally, he drew a small yet sharp dagger from his waist, gathered all his courage, and shouted: "Great Kingdom, may your glory endure forever! The spirit of martial arts will live on for a thousand generations!"

Having said that, the sharp blade mercilessly plunged deep into his abdomen, vowing with all his might to uphold the glory of the martial arts of the nation.

In an instant, the hall became so quiet that you could hear the echo of your own heartbeat. The air seemed to freeze, and everyone's expressions were a complex mix of surprise, admiration, and doubt.

What began as a personal feud has quietly escalated into a silent contest between China and the Great Nation.

Wu Tian turned to face the exhausted Chinese warriors, his words resounding and forceful: "Gentlemen, I hope today's events will serve as a warning to you. The Chinese dragon has awakened and is no longer the helpless beast it once was."

Instantly, thunderous applause erupted in the hall, resounding through the sky. Every Chinese son and daughter was deeply moved, their eyes sparkling with boundless hope and unwavering faith in the future.

Amidst the thunderous sea of ​​applause, the warriors of the Land of Oz were overwhelmed with complex emotions. The bitterness of defeat surged like a tidal wave, while the path ahead was shrouded in a hazy mist.

Just as he was lost in thought, a deafening roar ripped through the sky: "Wu Tian! How dare you commit murder in broad daylight!"

Before the words were finished, a towering figure, as imposing as a mountain, descended from the third floor, like a god descending from heaven.

The newcomer was none other than Zhu Zheng, the White Tiger Hall Master of the Dragon-Capturing Hall, whom I had only caught a glimpse of earlier but who left a deep impression. Walking alongside him was Luo Lie, the imposing Fortune Envoy of the Dragon-Capturing Hall.

The two men, dressed in tight-fitting battle robes, looked imposing and their eyes burned with rage, as if they wanted to devour Wu Tian in that endless furnace of fury.

Their steps were firm, each one causing the ground to tremble slightly, and their aura was as heavy as lead, making the surrounding air seem to freeze.

"You have finally shown yourselves." Faced with this sudden questioning, Wu Tian remained calm, a faint yet confident smile playing on his lips, his tone revealing an undeniable determination, "Watanabe Ichiro waited for your help until his death, but unfortunately, you wished for his death."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zheng frowned deeply, his gaze shifting between Wu Tian and the deceased Watanabe Ichiro before finally settling on the cold body. He was overwhelmed with mixed emotions, which were difficult to express.

After a moment of silence, he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his voice low and powerful: "Wu Tian, ​​your arrogance has not only pushed you into the abyss, but also put the reputation of Chinese martial arts in danger. Watanabe Ichiro was supposed to be a bridge of friendship between martial artists from both countries, but you have ruined all of that, causing Chinese martial arts to lose face."

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