"I know I misunderstood you." Mu Shanyue patted Zhao Cheng's hand and comforted him, "Good boy, don't worry, you have done a good job for the country, and the country will avenge you!"

"No...I...these injuries are..."

As he spoke, Zhao Cheng noticed the sharp look Yuan Xiu was giving him and changed his tune, saying, "I did it all myself!"

"How can you fight your own enemy?" Mu Shanyue glanced at Zhou Jinghuan and said, "What exactly is Zhou Jinghuan threatening you with? Why are you afraid of him?"

"I really did it myself!"

Zhao Cheng sighed helplessly, then suddenly leaped back a step, yelling "Ha ha hey wa wa wa wa!" He then threw a left punch, then another, and then two more punches to his own chest, like a raging wild beast.

This scene left everyone stunned.

What are you doing?

Suddenly, someone in the foreign delegation said, "Could it be... the Seven... that's rumored in the martial arts world of Da Jing..."

"That's right! I practice the Seven Injury Fist, which is renowned throughout the martial arts world!"

Zhao Cheng punched himself in the thigh twice more, wiping away the blood that had trickled from the corner of his mouth, and then said, "To practice this skill, you must first injure yourself. The more severe the injury, the more powerful the punches!"

With the intention of making the performance as realistic as possible, Zhao Cheng ripped off his shirt and threw it off, revealing his bare upper body.

Everyone was shocked to see that Zhao Cheng's chest, abdomen, and back were covered in bruises.

"I, Zhao Cheng, am laying my cards on the table today. I'm not pretending anymore. Now that you've seen my injuries, you should know what a ruthless person I am!"

"Does Zhou Jinghuan think he can control me?"