Faced with the overwhelming sword intent, Wu Tian not only did not retreat in the slightest, but instead showed a strange excitement on his face.
His eyes gleamed with confidence and composure, as if he had already seen through every detail of Watanabe Ichiro's swordsmanship.
As the chilling blade light swept in like a storm, Wu Tian merely waved his hand casually. In an instant, the fierce aura froze a foot in front of him, as if time had stopped and all was silent.
Everyone witnessed a miraculous sight—Wu Tian lightly raised his fingertip and effortlessly dismantled Watanabe Ichiro's sword intent, which he had poured his life's cultivation into. The sheer power of his attack left everyone present speechless and trembling in their hearts.
Watanabe Ichiro's astonishment was palpable; his mouth was agape, wide enough to swallow a huge goose egg.
He knew the ruthlessness of this move, enough to kill in ten steps and split mountains and rocks, yet it was utterly vulnerable before Wu Tian.
"Hmph, the Bushido of the United States is nothing special."
Wu Tian smiled faintly. His voice, though soft, contained an undeniable pride and confidence that lingered in the air for a long time.
Immediately, he raised his hands leisurely, his fingertips shimmering with light, his inner energy surging, foreshadowing the release of even more astonishing power.
Everyone held their breath, afraid of missing any detail in this critical moment.
Suddenly, Wu Tian sprang up like the most agile cheetah in the forest, swiftly and fiercely pouncing on Watanabe Ichiro.
The latter, not to be outdone, wielded their samurai swords like a storm, determined to cut down anything that stood in their way.
However, Wu Tian's movements were as fast as a shooting star, elegant yet deadly precise. He drew a series of breathtakingly beautiful arcs in the air, effortlessly causing the sharp blade to miss its mark.
"this……!"
Watanabe Ichiro's pupils contracted sharply, his disbelief evident in his expression.
How could he believe that Wu Tian could make such a precise and flawless prediction and dodge in the blink of an eye? Such strength was simply beyond imagination!
However, the real shock was only just beginning...
The instant Wu Tian's toes lightly touched the ground, he twirled his hands, forming an ancient and mysterious hand seal. A vast and boundless aura burst forth from his body, as if the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was being drawn together by an invisible hand, converging into a dazzling torrent that was unstoppable.
With a deep yet majestic roar, the power erupted instantly, transforming into a dazzling pillar of light that pierced the sky and hurtled straight toward Watanabe Ichiro. Its force was so great that it seemed capable of tearing the heavens apart.
"This... could it be the legendary 'condensing qi into qi'?"
Amidst the crowd, Ma Jun's voice trembled with shock, each word clear yet unable to conceal the fear and turmoil within him.
The profound and extensive nature of Chinese martial arts was fully displayed at this moment by Wu Tian, leaving everyone in awe.
Ma Jun was completely unaware of the depth of Wu Tian's cultivation, but this one battle alone was enough to prove his extraordinary strength.
Such extraordinary skills are not something that ordinary people can master.
In contrast, Watanabe Ichiro's expression changed drastically, a mixture of shock and fear.
He never expected that the young man before him would possess such astonishing power.
Faced with that devastating pillar of light, he tried his best to swing his sword, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. In the end, he and his weapon were swallowed up by that irresistible force, and he fell heavily to the ground, looking utterly pathetic.
"You... this... how is this possible?" Watanabe Ichiro endured the excruciating pain, barely managing to lift his head, his eyes filled with disbelief, his words trembling.
Wu Tian smiled slightly, his aura subdued, and his tone was calm yet full of confidence: "A mere country like yours dares to presume to teach Chinese martial arts. When it comes to the way of martial arts, China is your ancestor."
These words caused an uproar, and a sense of admiration arose spontaneously, as if witnessing another legend in the martial arts world.
Jin Lingyun stood to the side, her eyes filled with satisfaction and pride. She cheered loudly, "Junior brother, well done!"
His voice was filled with excitement and pride, not only applauding Wu Tian's invincible combat power, but also moved by his pure and unwavering loyalty to martial arts and his country.
At this moment, Wu Tian is not only the focus of everyone's attention, but also the embodiment of the spirit of Chinese martial arts, inspiring everyone's commitment to inheritance and glory.
Under the warm embrace of the lights, Wu Tian's figure was bathed in an inviolable radiance, making him appear even more majestic and extraordinary.
His gaze swept over the crowd like a hawk, finally locking onto Watanabe Ichiro. His words were as cold as frost, devoid of any human warmth: "I have said that the land of China will not be defiled by you Chinese warriors. Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy. I spared your life today not out of compassion, but to allow you to lead the Chinese warriors to evacuate."
Upon hearing this, the air in the hall seemed to freeze instantly, as if time had stopped.
Watanabe Ichiro's face was ashen, his eyes filled with fear and resentment. He knew Wu Tian's strength well, and that if he were to confront him head-on, it would be like throwing an egg against a rock.
However, he was well aware of the situation today. Although he could hardly defeat Wu Tian, he had many allies behind him, and he believed that those allies would not disregard his life or death.
He struggled to his feet, and although his body was swaying from the severe injury, he tried his best to straighten his back.
He responded in as calm a voice as possible: "Wu Tian, your skills are indeed very strong, but if you try to make the Chinese martial artists withdraw from China based solely on your personal will, not only will the Chinese martial artists not agree, but even our fellow martial artists in China will not stand idly by."
"Hmph!" Wu Tian let out a contemptuous snort, the anger in his eyes flashing briefly, his cold words as piercing as ice: "If that's the case, then there's no need for further words, there's no need to spare your life."
Wu Tian's words, though spoken lightly, carried the low murmur of death, sending chills down Watanabe Ichiro's spine and making his hair stand on end.
He took a deep breath and his gaze involuntarily drifted towards the third floor.
I understand that my allies are certainly watching the situation here right now, hoping they will take some action.
Moreover, as the leader of the warriors of the country, he could not show weakness at this moment.
The warriors of the country cannot lose face because of him alone.
He gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the panic in his heart, and pretended to be calm, saying, "I just underestimated you. Don't think you are really my opponent."
Wu Tian's lips curled up slightly, revealing a playful disdain: "In that case, let's let our strength speak for itself."
After saying that, he suddenly sprang up like a tiger breaking free of its restraints, and pounced on Watanabe Ichiro with unstoppable force.
Knowing Wu Tian's strength, Watanabe Ichiro gripped his katana tightly and charged forward, determined to shatter both his previous humiliation and Wu Tian's reputation.
The clash of two unparalleled martial arts was like a thunderbolt striking a raging fire, radiating light so brightly that it nearly blinded everyone present.
With a deafening roar, Watanabe Ichiro was once again sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. His internal organs were damaged, and blood gushed from his seven orifices, staining his clothes red.
Wu Tian stood still, his gaze cold, his tone indifferent: "Do you have any last words to say?"
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