What are you saying?

People from the Xia Kingdom?

host?

"What master? Which master?" those who understood couldn't help but ask.

The air currents churned as the opponent landed, and the ground seemed to sink slightly, as if a god had descended to earth. Such a powerful aura inevitably reminded people of the legendary player.

Li Changzhou did not answer.

He can understand the Japanese word 'who,' but as for more complex words...

His gaze fell on the sealed iron ball. He put his hands in his coat pockets and strode over with long strides, his posture elegant.

"Halt!" came the sound of guns being aimed.

"ah!

"The soldiers screamed in terror, dropping their weapons in fear, some even shooting at their own teammates."

The Shibuya Crossing, which had just quieted down and become peaceful, has once again turned into a battlefield.

Standing in the sky above Shibuya, Yang Qinglan had no intention of killing them; he was merely releasing an illusion.

"Who are you? What is your purpose?" the commander shouted in Xia language.

The next moment, the commander fell backward, crashing onto the car with a "thud!" and tumbling backward, the road becoming his bottomless abyss.

Li Changzhou didn't stop walking, nor did he take his hands out of his coat pockets.

The commander gripped the door of a car, his body parallel to the ground: "Move! Don't let him get close to the target!"

1200ksw.

"Articuno, wind up!" the trainer commanded.

The icy blue sacred bird flapped its wings, and a chilling wind, cold enough to suffocate an ordinary person, blew towards Li Changzhou, who was wearing a mask.

Li Changzhou's pace neither slowed nor sped up in the wind and snow, and he seemed to experience no difficulty whatsoever, as if the wind did not exist, except for his overcoat fluttering like a cloak.

Snowflakes fell softly, the sky was pitch black, and the scene was so clean it looked like a scene from a Japanese movie.

Even without seeing his face, everyone could tell from his demeanor that this person was incredibly charming.

A high level of charisma means there's a possibility of someone being a super expert!

"Let's attack together!" The samurai drew his sword, and sword energy slashed through the air.

"Seeing that the five aggregates are empty, one transcends all suffering!" The monks uttered a deep, bell-like chant, and strings of golden scriptures emerged from their lips, forming a pair of giant hands in the air. The five fingers tore through the air and slammed down.

The young priestess drew her bow, her youthful face bearing a solemn expression. She released her grip, and the slaying arrow shot forth.

"Articuno, Hyper Beam at its maximum power!" The ultimate destructive beam erupted from Articuno's beak.

boom!

Numerous attacks converged on one point, triggering a powerful explosion that caused buildings around the Shibuya Crossing to tremble as if an earthquake had struck.

The blast wave was so strong that no one could open their eyes.

"Did you succeed?" the trainer asked, covering his eyes.

"No." The priestess closed her eyes, focusing all her attention on sensing the situation at the center of the explosion, her expression grave.

Li Changzhou emerged from the turbulent wind, his hands still in his coat pockets, completely unharmed.

To these somber Japanese players, his unchanged demeanor had taken on an air of arrogance.

"Water Escape—"

With his hands in his coat pockets, Li Changzhou lightly kicked a pebble at his feet as if he were playing with pebbles while walking.

Like shattered stones and sharp arrows, it shot out from the spot, smashing into the forehead of the ninja who was forming hand seals, knocking him unconscious.

"Mr. Ninja!" The trainer couldn't help but want to run over.

"Kid, this is a battlefield, don't get distracted!" a newly arrived man in a navy coat scolded.

The trainer stopped and continued to look at Li Changzhou, whose seven- or eight-year-old face was covered in heavy sweat.

“I don’t care if you’re ‘the Lord’ or not,” the naval man walked over, “Get lost!”

He unleashed his full power, kicking Li Changzhou with his right leg, which was accompanied by a tearing current of air.

Peng!

The air was suddenly compressed, producing an explosive roar.

Li Changzhou's raised knee collided with the naval man's leg, neither giving an inch.

"You brat!" The veins on the naval man's body bulged out, as if worms were crawling under his skin.

The waves of power crashed down on him, but Li Changzhou remained motionless, rooted to the spot like a nail.

"Ah!" the sumo wrestler roared and charged.

His massive, enormous body transformed into a train, or like the boulder that Sisyphus pushed down the hillside in Homer's epic poem.

As the heavenly fire descended, Li Changzhou's knee slammed down upon it.

The navy retreated, staggering, feeling both surprised and anxious. He knew the situation was bad, and sure enough, he heard the wind again.

Li Changzhou's knee, which had been thrust out, suddenly straightened, like a long whip, striking the navy man's chest with perfect accuracy, breaking all his ribs and causing his entire chest cavity to cave in.

With a loud "bang!", the Tianjin chestnut shop at the intersection was smashed, leaving a human-shaped crater.

The navy man slumped down in the pile of rocks, vomiting blood uncontrollably, chestnuts rolling off his head.

Li Changzhou pulled his leg back, turned to the side, and dodged the sumo wrestler who was charging at him, as if he were a child pouncing on him.

As they passed each other, he struck again.

Dark clouds gathered, a loud bang was heard, and lightning struck his spine.

Without turning around, he straightened his right arm like a sword, and without even looking, he slashed to the side, hitting the sumo wrestler on the back of the head.

"Winter!" "Winter!" "Winter!"

The sumo wrestler staggered a few steps, then collapsed to the ground with a thud, his eyes rolled back, white foam came out of his mouth, and his muscular body convulsed as if electrocuted.

Li Changzhou continued walking forward, putting his hand back into his coat pocket.

The Shinigami drew his Zanpakuto and exchanged a glance with the samurai who was also wielding a sword.

"Silent, unpredictable, rejecting the warmth of the world, hiss, Bashe!" The Zanpakuto shone with a white light, and a black Bashe coiled around the blade, its forked tongue hissing.

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