The sudden ergence of a terrifying blade light had startled everyone. At this mont, Ye Luo of Tian Group was jolted from his daze, his face turning deathly pale, with cold sweat beading on his forehead and his body trembling. He felt as if he had just taken a walk through Hell.
"Who’s there? Show yourself!"
The disciple of Beichen Ittoryu’s face darkened as he called out coldly.
Whoosh!
Just then, a black figure burst forth, leaping directly onto the platform, making it emit a dull thud.
This figure was a young man, but his skin was incredibly dark, dressed in a black vest with his well-built muscles exposed, twisting around his body like coiled dragons.
His eyes were radiating sharp, spear-like gleams, daring anyone to look directly as if blade edges were shooting out, and in his hand, he held a heavy long katana.
The strength of this blade was at least several dozen jin heavy, more than what an average person could lift, and the aura he exuded was no less intimidating than that of the Beichen Ittoryu disciple, revealing that his power had already reached the Fifth Level of Saint Realm.
"Who are you?"
The disciple of Beichen Ittoryu stared at the young man and demanded, with a hint of solemnity between his brows.
"Tian Group, Feng Dao!"
The young man spoke in a deep voice, his eyes sharp and focused intently on the other man.
"Feng Dao, thank you!"
At this, Feng Ying looked at the young man and couldn’t help but speak, his face sowhat ugly.
"Although I don’t like you, nonetheless, you’re from Tian Group, you’re one of us, a Huaxia person. It’s not these Island Country devils’ turn to bully us! However, if you don’t have the strength, it’s best not to co up here and show off, you’re not just disgracing Tian Group, but also Huaxia!"
The young man snorted coldly, his words unrciful and leaving Feng Ying with an embarrassed face, unable to retort and with no choice but to sullenly leave the platform.
"This guy is from Tian Group?"
Down below, Ye Luo looked at the young man on the platform and couldn’t help but say.
"Mhm." The War God beside him nodded and spoke, "This man is called Feng Dao, and he is one of Tian Group’s most promising young talents. His martial talent and potential are said to be second only to Cao Wuheng of Tian Group."
"However, he is quite extraordinary, utterly obsessed with the katana, and once he begins to fight, he becos like a mad demon, truly terrifying, which is why he is known as Feng Dao."
"He himself is quite fond of this nickna, so to this day, not many people know his real na. Calling himself Feng Dao, his appearance here is unexpected, but it’s an opportunity to dampen the arrogance of these Island Country people."
Ye Luo stood with his arms crossed, quietly watching Feng Dao on the platform, his eyes showing a trace of admiration.
"You Island Country people should have stayed in your tiny land, yet you dare co to our Huaxia and flaunt your might, it seems your skins are itching again, you’ve forgotten the lessons of the past!"
Feng Dao looked at the disciple of Beichen Ittoryu and said coldly, his eyes flashing with a cold gleam.
"Hmph, you Huaxia people can only talk, lacking any real strength. This ti, our Beichen Ittoryu is here to teach you ignorant Huaxia people what real martial arts are, what true strength is, you Huaxia are nothing more than the sick n of East Asia!"
The disciple of Beichen Ittoryu remained arrogantly unapologetic, speaking without restraint, inciting the crowd around them to unsuppressed anger, cursing loudly, and so even hurled a plastic water bottle onto the stage, though it missed.
"I will make you regret the words you just spoke!"
Feng Dao’s eyes hardened, and a terrifying presence began to emanate from him, bearing a suppressing might as if heaven and earth trembled at his will. His aura rose steadily, like a ferocious beast awakening.
Feeling the aura emanating from Feng Dao, the disciple of Beichen Ittoryu appeared sowhat solemn.
"Teng Ye, this man is no ordinary opponent!"
At that mont, Bei Chenfeng’s lips moved slightly as he whispered in Island Country’s language to the Beichen Ittoryu disciple on the stage, alerting him.
"Shout!"
With a thunderous shout from Feng Dao, resembling the explosion of startling thunder, he brought forth a terrifying montum that made his opponent’s heart tremble uncontrollably.
Imdiately afterward, Feng Dao’s figure burst forth, his two hands gripping the heavy blade weighing dozens of pounds, and he vehently struck down towards the Beichen Ittoryu disciple, akin to the overwhelming pressure of Mount Tai.
This sheer force alone was to an incredibly domineering extent, capable of imposing significant psychological pressure on the opponent.
The heavy blade, with its weight of several dozen pounds combined with gravity and Feng Dao’s strength, synergized to tip the power of this strike to a pinnacle. The resulting shockwave tore a vacuum slit in the air, the forceful wind howling piercingly.
Before the blade even arrived, the daunting blade wind transford into an intense gale sweeping through, causing the Beichen Ittoryu disciple’s clothes to billow violently, his complexion growing exceedingly grave.
Boom!
A single strike descended, and the Beichen Ittoryu disciple agilely dodged, the blade cutting into the platform and causing it to tremble as if ready to collapse at any mont.
A terrible booming noise spread as Feng Dao’s single strike left a deep crack in the platform. Thankfully, the platform was constructed from a special tallic material; otherwise, this single strike might have shattered the entire stage instantly.
Nonetheless, even so, it seed the platform wouldn’t hold out for much longer.
Seeing the power behind that strike, the Beichen Ittoryu disciple looked on with an intensely solemn expression, clearly recognizing the terror of his opponent.
"Take the blade!"
It was then Bei Chenfeng spoke again, his hand flicking out as a katana flew directly onto the stage.
Swish!
The Beichen Ittoryu disciple leaped up, catching the katana in one grab, a brilliant blue radiance of the blade’s edge unfurling, as he held the katana and locked eyes with Feng Dao.
"Teng Ye, fight hard, show him the formidable swordsmanship of our Beichen Ittoryu!"
"Right, defeat this Huaxia man!"
The group of Beichen Ittoryu disciples at the base of the platform shouted one after another.
"Fight on, fight on! Kill these little devils!"
At this mont, the surrounding Huaxia crowd also cheered for Feng Dao, waving flags and shouting, each filled with righteous indignation, as if they wanted to rush up themselves and fight against these Beichen Ittoryu fellows.
"Ye Luo, who do you think will win?"
Down below, War God turned to Ye Luo and suddenly asked.
"That Island Country man won’t be a match for Feng Dao, without the strength of the seventh level of Saint Realm, don’t even think about defeating him!"
Ye Luo confidently stated, his gaze fixed on Feng Dao, glittering keenly.
"Today, I will let you witness the swordsmanship of my Beichen Ittoryu!"
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