"Who exactly are you? Why...why are you provoking the warriors of my Great Kingdom?"
Faced with Wu Tian's extremely insulting behavior, the warriors of the Weguo Kingdom gritted their teeth in anger, their eyes filled with confusion and resentment.
On this land of China, he was easily defeated by a young Chinese man, which undoubtedly disgraced the martial artists of the Great Chinese Nation.
Even if he didn't want to die, he had no choice.
However, he really couldn't figure out where this young Chinese man came from or why he was provoking the Yamaguchi Dojo for no reason.
Wu Tian, his face as cold as frost, his gaze deep, his tone calm yet resolute: "I've already mentioned us before. We all share a common name: Chinese. As for provocation, don't you really know that?"
"I...I really don't know..." the warrior from the Wet Kingdom said sincerely, his expression seemingly filled with an innocent fog of confusion.
"You don't know?" Wu Tian's words were like a winter wind, carrying a chilling coldness. "Then I'll let you know!"
"On my Chinese soil, you refuse to let Chinese people in, and even hang such insulting signs. This is a contempt for my five thousand years of glorious history and a trampling on the feelings of hundreds of millions of Chinese sons and daughters!"
Wu Tian's words carried immense weight, not only shaking the Chinese martial artists present but also resonating deeply with the Chinese people around him.
The pent-up resentment and injustice that had been building up for so long seemed to find an outlet at this moment. Their deep affection and pride for their homeland were ignited by Wu Tian's words and burned fiercely.
As proud descendants of the Chinese nation, how could they tolerate such an insult?
However, the helplessness and powerlessness of the past have turned this anger into a sigh in the heart.
Now, Wu Tian's courageous act not only vented their anger but also gave them hope—that there are still compatriots on this land willing to fight for them, for their shared dignity and glory.
Upon hearing this, the Chinese warrior suddenly burst into wild laughter, as if to tear the sky apart: "You, a mere individual, dare to presume to save China single-handedly? Although you are skilled, how can you possibly shake the thousands of warriors of my great nation with your own strength?"
Wu Tian's lips curled into a cold and profound smile. "Please remember, the blood of the Chinese people flows with the spirit of indomitable will and unity. Today, though I stand here alone, behind me is the immense power of hundreds of millions of compatriots. Every bit of strength, when gathered together, is enough to submerge our country under endless waves!"
After speaking, Wu Tian's body moved lightly, like a dragon soaring and a tiger leaping. Ancient and majestic chants surrounded him, and a vast and boundless aura burst forth from his body, soaring straight into the sky and shaking the heavens and earth.
This aura not only chilled the hearts of the Chinese warriors present, but also stirred the hearts of the Chinese people around them. An unprecedented sense of glory and pride surged in their chests, as if a sleeping dragon was slowly awakening.
At this moment, the emotions of the Chinese people are like a river bursting its banks. Those deep feelings that were once buried and misunderstood have transformed into a surging torrent, converging into an irresistible and magnificent force.
On the other hand, the Chinese warriors, faced with Wu Tian's earth-shattering aura and the magnificent sight of the Chinese people united as one, looked at each other in disbelief and deep fear.
Just as the atmosphere reached its most tense point, Wu Tian's soul-piercing voice once again resounded through the heavens: "If your country remains obstinate, the day when China unleashes its thunderous wrath and the might of Heaven descends will be the day your country suffers divine punishment!"
His words became law. With a flick of his sleeve, accompanied by a deafening roar of tigers and dragons, the enormous plaque symbolizing authority at the Yamaguchi Dojo shattered into dust.
This scene shocked everyone present, whether they were Chinese or astonished Chinese martial artists, they all seemed to have witnessed an incredible miracle.
After the dust settled, the former majesty of the Yamaguchi Dojo was gone, leaving only a pile of broken wood chips and an atmosphere of passion and defiance in the air.
The surrounding crowd erupted in cheers and applause, a testament to Wu Tian's heroic actions and a shared ode to the indomitable spirit of the Chinese nation.
The sons and daughters of China stepped forward one after another, giving Wu Tian their strongest support with their eyes and applause. It was as if at this moment, they were no longer isolated individuals, but closely connected, jointly defending the dignity and glory of this land.
After experiencing a psychological shift from shock to fear, some of the warriors from the country began to lower their heads, their faces showing complex expressions.
Some of them began to reflect on what the root cause of this conflict really was.
Is it really worth harming such a peace-loving and persevering nation for the sake of empty honor and prejudice?
Just then, the warrior from the country who had been defeated by Wu Tian stood up with difficulty. His steps were heavy, but his eyes flashed with determination.
He approached Wu Tian, bowed deeply, and said sincerely, "Your courage and determination are deeply admired by us. The matter of the slogan was due to our recklessness and ignorance, which caused unnecessary harm to the people of our two countries. On behalf of all the Chinese warriors present, I extend my sincerest apologies to you and the Chinese people."
These words caused a brief silence to fall over the entire venue, followed by even more enthusiastic applause and cheers.
This apology from the opponent not only demonstrated the opponent's submission, but also showcased Wu Tian's awe-inspiring charisma.
Wu Tian nodded slightly, his gaze cold and firm: "I personally can accept your apology, but the martyrs will not. Your past crimes will be remembered forever. Please also remember that China has already stood up. Don't even think about repeating the same mistakes, never."
A barely perceptible sneer quietly bloomed on the lips of that foreign martial artist, like a flash of cold light in the dark night. His hand moved like lightning, drawing a sharp dagger from his waist. Suddenly, a chilling killing intent shot straight towards Wu Tian's waist.
Witnessing this, everyone exclaimed in unison, "Watch out—!"
The voice was filled with urgency and fear, yet it was like a faint cry in the wind, unable to stop the impending doom.
However, would the sneak attack by the warriors of the Wet Kingdom be stopped by the shouts of the crowd?
With a soft "plop," the air seemed to be torn apart instantly, and Wu Tian and the Russian warrior were strangely pressed together, as if time had frozen at that moment.
The surroundings were deathly silent. Everyone held their breath, and even the faintest breath seemed to have disappeared.
The Chinese people wore solemn expressions, secretly marveling at the depths of their cunning. Even in defeat, they would resort to such treacherous methods to seek a comeback.
On the other hand, the warriors of the Wet Kingdom had a glimmer of victory on their faces. For them, upholding the honor and dignity of their people was of little moral significance.
Just as the two were lost in thought and their emotions were intertwined, a voice filled with surprise and pain broke the silence: "You... how did you do that?"
Wu Tian raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint yet cold smile, and slowly said, "Do you think you can defeat me with mere schemes and tricks? In the face of absolute strength, all trickery is nothing but a joke."
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