Just as expected.
Even though his junior, Nozama Yuuta, had launched a deadly strike right from the start,
a dagger slid out from his sleeve,
that man had just kicked out simply and casually.
Nozama Yuuta’s entire body arced through the air, the sound of bones shattering crisp over and over—before he even hit the ground, every bone had been crushed to dust.
"Pff."
Chunks of blood and fragnts of vital organs were all spat out by Nozama Yuuta.
"Quick...go...get...the master!"
He wanted to prop himself up and stand, but with all his bones shattered, he couldn’t muster a shred of strength—he couldn’t even turn his head.
He could only strain to tip his head up, staring at the students before him, and spoke.
*The enemy...was just too strong.*
*An enemy this powerful—even if his senior arrived, there was no guarantee he’d be a match.*
*Now, he could only wait for the master to co.*
*Once the master was here, he’d definitely flay this bastard alive!*
*After all, his master ranked among the top ten Grandmasters of Fusang!*
*Let alone this guy just being Dark Force.*
*Even a so-called Hua Jing Master couldn’t withstand three moves from his master!*
Aikido.
Inside the Imperial Martial Dojo, silence reigned.
Even breathing was light and suppressed.
All the martial artists who’d been training now trembled one by one.
They stared at Jiang Shu in the distance, so terrified they didn’t even dare to run.
As martial artists, they knew best just how terrifying true Martial Arts power could be.
*In their eyes, Nozama Yuuta was already an extrely powerful fighter.*
*Even if a hundred of them surrounded and attacked him, he could easily handle it—he’d defeat them with a wave of his hand.*
*One punch equaled eight or nine thousand pounds of power.*
*But such strength, facing that man, was nothing—a joke.*
*Just how terrifying was that man?*
*Was he even one of their own, a Fusang native?*
*Which dojo did he co from?*
"What bastard dares co here and make trouble!"
A sudden, fierce gust swept up from the rear of the Imperial Martial Dojo.
It was none other than the dojo’s master, the Aikido Grandmaster, Makita Haruhiko!
He was in his pri, his energy and blood at their peak.
After stepping into the Master Realm, his senses had beco sharper than ever.
Naturally, he had heard the commotion outside the dojo; his footwork was fierce as he charged straight out,
In all of Fusang, he knew every Master.
The man before him—he had never seen before.
That could an only one thing: he must have co from abroad!
Was he from Bangguo or Xia Country?
Didn’t matter—he’d soon teach this bastard the true terror of Fusang Martial Arts!
The Xia Country’s Innate Guiding Skill might have co out first,
but in his eyes, it was all empty theory!
No offensive power whatsoever!
So the Fusang Emperor had gathered the nation’s best martial artists, distilled the essence of every style, used computers at blazing speed to calculate and forge the Fusang Body Technique!
The Fusang Body Technique—every movent was a killing technique!
It was both a training thod and a fighting style!
Sure, Fusang Body Technique was overly aggressive,
and had a high risk of self-harm.
But now, with so many martial arts resources at their disposal,
any harm could be covered and dealt with.
Besides, Aikido specialized in using softness to overco hardness. Once one grasped Soft Force, rging hardness and softness, true mastery was reached. Only by achieving that had he made it into Fusang’s top ten Grandmasters!
*Too bad Xia Country’s more advanced Dan force cultivation thod was out of their reach.*
*Otherwise, maybe Fusang could’ve produced even stronger Great Grandmasters by now!*
*No matter, though.*
*Once they stord Xia Country soday,*
*they could have whatever they wanted!*
"Three puny Dark Force martial artists—no way they could connect with Myanmar that easily."
Faced with Makita Haruhiko’s explosive force, Jiang Shu didn’t care in the least.
*Even if Xia Country hadn’t found the real reason, he could guess most of it.*
*Hamasaki Takahiro’s strength only looked impressive compared to regular people.*
*Myanmar was weak, sure,*
*but it was still a whole country!*
*Even a Hua Jing Master had to tuck his tail between his legs there.*
*Who the hell was Hamasaki Takahiro anyway?*
*Would Myanmar really risk pissing off Xia Country just to help with so plan like this?*
*Unless, of course, Myanmar and Fusang had already started working together.*
*The interdiaries had to be these Fusang Grandmasters!*
*After all, military moves were too obvious—any change would draw Xia Country’s attention imdiately.*
*But martial artists operating in secret—news traveled tight, and there was far more room to maneuver.*
"Was this old dog behind them—you?"
"A Xia Country martial artist?"
Though Jiang Shu spoke in Fusang language,
Makita Haruhiko quickly worked out who he was from the aning,
There was no need to hold back then.
With a cold snort, he stretched out his limbs, both arms spreading wide like wings, ready to take flight.
His feet slamd down—he launched himself right at Jiang Shu in a direct assault.
Aikido,
specialized in using softness to overco hardness.
*But when faced with such a young Xia Country martial artist...*
It was as easy as grabbing sothing by the hand.
*Why bother with any backup plans?*
"The Master made his move!"
"No matter how strong that guy is, he can’t beat the Master. He’s way too young. The older you are in Martial Arts, the stronger you get. Like the Tokyo Sword God—they say he’s a hundred years old! I heard last ti he’s about to step beyond!"
"That step—once you break through, you gain another sixty years of life!"
"If soday I can be like the Master, that’s enough for ! The Master soars like a hawk diving for prey. That man is nothing but a weak little rabbit!"
Makita Haruhiko’s appearance had absolutely restored the confidence of nearly a hundred trainee martial artists in the Imperial Martial Dojo.
They’d climbed out of their forr panic in an instant.
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