"hiss--"
Everyone gasped in unison, a wave of shock washing over them.
They knew the president was usually strict, but they never expected him to be so ruthless, ending the lives of Ida and Ono in an instant, with a swift and decisive stroke.
The president slowly turned around, his gaze as sharp as an ice blade as he stared directly at Wu Tian, his voice as cold as frost: "The one who dared to kill a martial artist of my Great Wealth Kingdom, is that you?"
Wu Tian narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the situation closely, and said in a leisurely tone: "On this land of China, anyone who insults my people will bring trouble upon themselves. If such behavior occurs again, I will punish them severely without mercy and kill them without exception."
Upon hearing this, the temperature around them plummeted, and everyone felt a chill, as if time had frozen at that moment.
After a moment of silence, the president burst into laughter: "It's been a long time since I've seen such a valiant Chinese man. I really admire you. My name is Yamaguchi Naoto. May I ask what your name is?"
Wu Tian smiled calmly, his tone revealing an undeniable arrogance: "A mere martial artist from a small country like ours has no right to know my name."
Naoto Yamaguchi's smile turned arrogant: "Originally, I admired you and planned to make you my adopted son. Not only could you become a great Chinese martial artist like Tingbin Zhang, but you would also be superior to others. But you don't know what's good for you, so don't blame me for being ruthless."
Wu Tian snorted coldly, his words sharp: "Not every Chinese son and daughter is like Zhang Tingbin, who recognizes a thief as his father. Besides, with your abilities, you're not even worthy of carrying my shoes, so how can I call you my father?"
After he finished speaking, he noticed that Naoto Yamaguchi had returned alone and became suspicious: "Where did Zhang Tingbin go?"
Naoto Yamaguchi calmly replied, "You are not qualified to see my godson; he is carrying out a more important mission."
Seeing that the other party was mimicking his tone, Wu Tian's lips curled up slightly, and a cold smile appeared: "Since you won't let me see him, then be prepared to bear a heavy price."
Before the words were even finished, the surrounding air seemed to tremble, and circles of barely visible ripples spread out, making the warriors of the Great Kingdom present tremble with fear.
Naoto Yamaguchi remained unmoved, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Humble Chinese, I'll give you one last chance. If you kneel down and acknowledge me as your godfather, I will not only spare your life but also grant you the honor of a warrior from the Great Han Kingdom. Otherwise, today will be your death day."
His words were still ringing in my ears when he flicked his fingertips, and the long samurai sword instantly broke the silence, producing a crisp, bell-like sound that echoed in the air.
Witnessing this scene, the warriors from the country couldn't help but smile knowingly, their smiles revealing their recognition and expectations of President Yamaguchi Naoto's hidden strength.
Naoto Yamaguchi, a master who carries a massive sword yet moves it with effortless ease, is a man whose sword is not easily drawn. Once drawn, it is a fatal blow, and no one can escape its grasp.
Although Wu Tian possessed extraordinary skills, he was like a firefly compared to the bright moon in front of Yamaguchi Naoto, a fourth-rank martial artist.
With that peerless sword that could cut a strand of hair with the slightest touch, the scales of victory had already tipped.
Previously, everyone was so intimidated by Wu Tian's fierce aura that their breath caught in their throats, and they almost suffocated, their lives hanging by a thread.
Now, with Naoto Yamaguchi stepping forward, a decisive battle to defend the dignity of the warriors of the Great Kingdom is about to unfold, vowing to rebuild the unparalleled glory and honor of the warriors of the Great Kingdom.
This contest is not only a clash of skills, but also a contest of beliefs and dignity.
They had reason to believe that Yamaguchi Naoto would defeat Wu Tian on behalf of the warriors of the Great Kingdom, thus establishing the supreme glory of the warriors of the Great Kingdom.
However, Wu Tian's cold voice rang out unhurriedly, "Yamaguchi Naoto, your words are nothing but self-deception. I will soon let you know the difference between Chinese martial arts and Japanese martial arts."
Wu Tian's voice was calm and firm, each word like a heavy hammer striking everyone's heart.
He slowly stepped forward, his steps steady, his eyes flashing with unyielding determination. "As for the 'adopted son' Zhang Tingbin you mentioned, a traitor who betrayed his own people and beliefs, his fate was already sealed."
Wu Tian's tone was icy cold, devoid of any warmth, as if he were ruthlessly sentencing Zhang Tingbin to death, which moved everyone present.
Naoto Yamaguchi's face gradually darkened. He clearly hadn't expected this seemingly young Chinese man to have such courage.
He sneered, "Hmph, what a sharp-tongued brat! I'll see if you have the ability to match your words!"
As he spoke, he moved with lightning speed, pouncing on Wu Tian like a cheetah. His samurai sword gleamed coldly, and wherever the blade passed, the air seemed to be split in two.
However, Wu Tian remained calm and easily dodged Yamaguchi Naoto's attack with a nimble movement.
He did not retaliate immediately, but looked at the other party with an almost mocking gaze, as if waiting for something.
"Naoto Yamaguchi, your speed and strength are nothing but child's play compared to Chinese martial arts."
Before he finished speaking, a strange current of energy suddenly surged around Wu Tian.
His movements were like a dragon playing in the water, each action containing unparalleled power and beauty, leaving the surrounding warriors of the Great Kingdom dumbfounded, completely unable to catch his trajectory.
Upon seeing this, Yamaguchi Naoto's expression changed drastically. He realized that the young Chinese man in front of him was far more powerful than he had imagined.
He fought with all his might, wielding his katana, trying to find a glimmer of hope amidst the relentless onslaught.
But Wu Tian moved through the crowd like a ghost, his attacks incredibly precise, easily dodging Yamaguchi Naoto's attacks and heading straight for his vitals.
Then a heavy punch landed on Naoto Yamaguchi's chest.
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