Chapter 597: Great China, anyone who offends me must be punished!
"In the first match, Zhao Hansong of the Zhao family in Quanzhou, Dragon Country, faces Ivanov, the frost mage of E Country!"
Following the host's announcement, the sky above the Imperial Capital Arena seemed to suddenly freeze.
In the audience, countless people held their breath, their eyes fixed on the thin but tall figure.
Zhao Hansong is a young disciple of the Zhao family in Quanzhou. His cultivation is only at the middle stage of foundation building, which is not considered outstanding in the entire Dragon Country's cultivation world.
But at this moment, he stood on the stage, representing the dignity of the entire nation.
The barrage exploded instantly:
[The Zhao family? The ancient martial arts family with only 400 years of history? ]
[It’s over, it’s over. I heard that the wizard from Country E can freeze a river instantly! ]
[The Zhao family kid looks like he's only in his early twenties, right? It's hanging! ]
In the contestant channel, Zhao Hansong took a deep breath and slowly pulled out the ancestral ring-handled sword.
The blade was three feet and two inches long, two fingers wide, and the edge of the blade was glowing with a faint bloody light.
This is the vicious blade that the Zhao family's ancestors used to drink blood during the anti-Japanese war.
"Han Song."
The Zhao family elder held his shoulders and said in a hoarse voice, "Remember, this battle is not for the Zhao family, but to let the whole world know that there are no spineless people in the cultivation world of Dragon Country!"
Zhao Hansong did not answer, but kowtowed three times.
When he stood up, blood was already seeping from his forehead.
In the center of the venue, Ivanov had been waiting for a long time.
This nearly two-meter-tall Slav was wearing an ice-blue robe, and the crystal staff in his hand exuded a chilling aura.
He looked at the skinny young man who walked onto the field with disdain and said in broken Chinese: "Kid, it's not too late to admit defeat now."
Zhao Hansong silently made his starting stance, with the tip of his knife drooping slightly, which was the start of the Zhao family's "Bloody Battle in the Eight Wastelands".
The referee looked at both sides and swallowed: "The game begins!"
"Frost Nova!"
Ivanov didn't chant any spell at all. He just waved his staff and a biting cold current broke out instantly.
The temperature of the venue dropped suddenly, a thick layer of ice formed on the ground, and more than a dozen ice cones shot towards Zhao Hansong from different angles!
There was an exclamation from the audience.
The barrage is refreshing like crazy:
[Instant high-level magic? How can we fight this? ]
[It’s over, the first round will see blood]
Zhao Hansong's body flashed, and he swam through the gaps between the ice cones like a fish.
The knife flashed, and three ice spikes were neatly cut off, but the fourth one grazed his left shoulder, bringing out a spray of blood.
"Hmph, I'm lucky."
Ivanov sneered and slammed his staff to the ground, "Blizzard!"
A strong wind suddenly blew up, and heavy snow appeared out of nowhere, covering half of the venue in the blink of an eye.
Zhao Hansong's figure was completely engulfed by the wind and snow, and only the sound of the blade breaking through the air could be vaguely heard.
"Han Song!"
The Zhao family members sitting at the seat clenched their fists.
In the wind and snow, Zhao Hansong's eyebrows were covered with frost.
His movements became slower and slower, and every breath felt like a knife cutting.
This is a sign that your lungs are beginning to freeze.
“Can’t lose!”
He bit his tongue, and the severe pain made him clear his mind, "The seventh move of the Zhao family sword technique, blood-stained mountains and rivers!"
The ring-handled sword suddenly burst out with a dazzling bloody light.
Zhao Hansong rushed out of the wind and snow like an arrow, and the blade went straight for Ivanov's throat!
"What?"
The leader of Country E stood up suddenly.
At the critical moment, Ivanov blocked with his staff.
With a crisp "clang" sound, a crack appeared on the crystal staff, but it managed to block the fatal blow.
"court death!"
Ivanov was furious, and a ray of ice-blue ice suddenly attacked Zhao Hansong's chest!
"Absolute Zero!"
Zhao Hansong's footing was not stable, so he could not avoid the attack.
The biting cold instantly penetrated into his internal organs.
Zhao Hansong's skin turned blue at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood vessels under the skin condensed into strange blue lines.
There was a scream from the audience.
“Give up!”
Ivanov grinned, "If you stay frozen for another ten seconds, your heart will..."
His words stopped abruptly.
Zhao Hansong's knife had pierced into his abdomen at some point.
"The last move of the Zhao family sword technique..."
Zhao Hansong's teeth kept chattering, but he held the hilt tightly, "Let's die together!"
Ivanov's eyes widened in disbelief, and blood gradually flowed out of his mouth and nose.
“You, you…”
He opened his mouth and a large amount of blood gushed out instantly.
A hint of cruelty flashed across Zhao Hansong's frosty eyes, and he swung the ring-handled knife in his hand fiercely!
"Well!"
Ivanov let out a short cry of pain, then his body went limp and he fell straight to the ground.
The ice that froze Zhao Hansong also cracked.
He staggered to his knees, his left arm broken at the shoulder.
It was broken because it was frozen brittle by absolute zero and then subjected to excessive force.
The whole place was dead silent.
After three full seconds, the referee raised the flag tremblingly: "Dragon, Zhao Hansong of Dragon Country wins!"
The audience was instantly boiling.
Countless people stood up and applauded wildly, and some even cried.
The barrage is completely crazy:
[What the hell! What kind of swordsmanship is this? ]
[That arm... Oh my god, can it be reattached? ]
[The Zhao family is awesome! The Dragon Kingdom is awesome! ]
At the Zhao family seat, the elder burst into tears: "Good child, good child..."
In the center of the venue, Zhao Hansong supported himself on the ground with his broken arm and stood up little by little.
He picked up the fallen ring-handled sword, held it high above his head, and saluted the audience.
Blood dripped down the broken arm, blooming into dazzling red flowers on the ice.
"The martial arts of the Dragon Kingdom would rather break than bend!"
His voice was hoarse, but his eyes were firm.
"Great China, anyone who offends me must be punished!"
These words were transmitted into the live broadcast room and immediately ignited the global network!
Ivanov's body was quickly carried off the field, and the E country's team leader's face turned pale.
Their country E had aroused public anger due to a series of previous events, and originally wanted to reverse the international image of country E through this competition, but they did not expect to lose the first game.
This made the leader of Country E furious and frightened at the same time.
He came here with a mission this time. If he fails to complete the mission and continues to lose, he dare not imagine what kind of punishment he will receive when he returns.
"You only have one chance. If you lose again, you know the consequences!"
The team leader said to his players with a gloomy expression.
"yes!"
The contestants also looked heavy-hearted, but had to respond.
In the French contestant's booth, a fire magician muttered to himself: "That person just now was clearly frozen by absolute zero, how could he still move?"
"It is the will."
The teammate next to him whispered, "That kind of will is simply beyond our comprehension."
Eagle Country leader Smith looked at the screen with a complicated expression: "Is this the power of the ancient Eastern martial arts?"
In the corner of the Rakshasa delegation, the leader Ivan Ivanovich gently closed his eyes and whispered:
"It seems that we have underestimated these mortals."
On the sidelines, Zhao Hansong had already staggered to the player entrance.
The medical staff wanted to help, but he stopped them with his eyes.
The young man who lost his left arm took every step with difficulty, but his back was straight and the blood from his broken arm left a long red line behind him.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com