A loud bang!
The warrior from the Wet Kingdom fell heavily back to the ground once more. This time, he gave up all resistance and lay quietly, like a fallen leaf returning to silence.
He was facing the sky, his body stiff. His right hand, twisted grotesquely from the struggle, was still stubbornly gripping a gleaming dagger. The tip of the dagger was deeply embedded in his abdomen, and blood gushed out like a spring, staining his clothes and reflecting the terrified faces around him.
"The squad leader is dead!"
Panic-stricken shouts erupted from the warriors of the country, who had previously thought their squad leader had victory in the bag.
Unexpectedly, a sneak attack turned out to be their own grave, and the change came so quickly that it caught them off guard.
They knew that their strength was far inferior to that of their squad leader, and even their squad leader had failed to withstand Wu Tian's attack.
What chance do they have of winning?
A sense of despair quietly spread.
In stark contrast, the Chinese people erupted in cheers and jubilation.
They originally thought that the hero who bravely stood up against the country would unfortunately become a victim of conspiracy, but to their surprise, Wu Tian not only suffered no damage, but also ended the threat with thunderous force. This victory is not only Wu Tian's glory, but also the divine light in the hearts of all anti-counterfeiting fighters.
Wu Tian stood calmly before his enemies, his gaze sharp and his tone calm yet revealing a force not to be underestimated: "If you want revenge for him, I am ready at any time, and I will take it all."
Faced with this blatant provocation, the warriors of the country not only did not dare to take a step forward, but instead retreated in unison.
They knew perfectly well that the difference in strength could not be made up for by courage, and with their squad leader dead and the group leaderless, no one wanted to be the next to fall.
The glory and dignity of a nation may be as heavy as Mount Tai, but when faced with life and death, every martial artist must make the most realistic considerations.
How many people, who usually make grand pronouncements, can truly sacrifice their lives for righteousness when faced with a life-or-death decision?
Seeing this, Wu Tian's lips curled into a cold smile: "I used to think that all the warriors of the country were fearless warriors who were not afraid of death, but now it seems that they are nothing more than that."
Upon hearing this, the warriors of the Weg Kingdom exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions a mixture of embarrassment and fear. Not one dared to respond, nor did anyone dare to step forward.
A stifling silence filled the air, and the eyes of the warriors from the country flickered with complex emotions—resentment, anger, and confusion about the future.
Among them were many former warriors, but at this moment, faced with Wu Tian's almost unshakeable strength, all their heroic ambitions seemed so pale and powerless.
Just then, a slight breeze blew by.
From the crowd, a seemingly unremarkable young martial artist slowly stepped forward and said timidly, "Sir, your bravery is indeed beyond my reach, but a true warrior is not one who bullies the weak, much less one who drives out the enemy to extinction."
Upon hearing this, the surrounding warriors from the Kingdom of Wales all cast surprised glances at him.
At this moment, their greatest worry was that Wu Tian might kill them all in a fit of rage.
Fortunately, someone cleverly used the bond of morality to restrain Wu Tian's murderous intent, which put everyone at ease.
However, Wu Tian merely smiled calmly, his words revealing an extraordinary demeanor: "Our China has always been founded on etiquette, but to discuss matters with petty people is tantamount to inviting humiliation and punishing one's own virtue."
Upon hearing this, all the warriors of the Kingdom of Wales were stunned, exchanging bewildered glances and secretly marveling at Wu Tian's unwavering will that defied convention.
An oppressive stillness filled the air, and everyone held their breath carefully, afraid of disturbing the sudden silence.
Upon seeing this, Wu Tian burst into laughter, his laughter a mix of unbridled joy and mockery: "Heaven cherishes life, but whether you can live depends on your choices. Now, who can call Zhang Tingbin out for me?"
Wu Tian originally came to find Zhang Tingbin, but unexpectedly witnessed the insults the Chinese people committed against China. Naturally, he could not sit idly by and gave them a profound lesson.
The young martial artist, his eyes gleaming with eagerness and sincerity, quickly replied, "Sir, you are wise. We are all citizens of our country, and there is no such person as Zhang Tingbin."
Before he finished speaking, people around him echoed his words, afraid of missing this rare opportunity to get out of trouble.
Upon hearing this, Wu Tian's brows furrowed in realization: "Oh? I forgot, he has now changed his name to Zhang Kou Tingbin."
“Zhang Tingbin!” The young martial artist suddenly realized and quickly added, “He is indeed a person. He was once a Chinese, but later, in order to pursue the path of martial arts, he became the godfather of the president. However, today, he went to attend an important meeting with the president and is not here.”
Upon hearing this, Wu Tian's lips curled into a meaningful smile, his deep eyes seemingly able to see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts.
“Zhang Kou Tingbin, what a fine example of recognizing a thief as one’s father. It’s in line with his two-faced nature. But his absence from the dojo is not an excuse for you to save your lives. Call him immediately. If he doesn’t show up within half an hour, I will kill you.”
He surveyed his surroundings with piercing eyes, and every Russian warrior he looked at involuntarily lowered his head, fearing that he would become the next target.
With a swift movement, he weaved through the crowd like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he was standing still.
At that moment, a warrior from the country quietly stood beside him; it was the young warrior who had responded earlier.
The young martial artist was now ashen-faced and trembling violently, his words filled with pleading: "Sir, your wisdom is as sharp as a torch, my sincerity is as clear as the sun and moon, I beg you... have mercy and spare my life..."
Wu Tian smiled faintly, but the smile concealed a chilling intent. "Don't worry, I will not only spare your life, but also reward you handsomely. If you can bring Zhang Tingbin back, I will help you get rid of the hatred in your heart. Otherwise, everyone here will be doomed."
Upon hearing this, a thick layer of murderous intent seemed to solidify in the air above Yanghua Street. The Chinese martial artists were like frightened birds, never expecting that they would become fish on the chopping block.
In his panic, the young martial artist frantically pulled out his phone and dialed a number with trembling fingers.
Everyone held their breath, silently praying that the other end of the phone would respond quickly.
As if a prayer had been answered, the phone was picked up before it had even finished ringing.
After a brief exchange in Mandarin, the young martial artist's voice, trembling with tears, began to speak in his native tongue.
Immediately afterward, a deafening roar erupted from the other end of the phone. Even Wu Tian could vaguely catch the angry shout of "Baka!", but he remained calm, staring intently at the boy, "When is Zhang Tingbin coming back?"
The young martial artist swallowed hard and said cautiously, "The club president said they'll be back soon."
Upon hearing this, Wu Tian nodded in satisfaction, a hint of amusement in his voice: "You've done very well. Now is the time for you to reap the rewards. Tell me, who among them bullied you? I'm willing to avenge you!"
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