Chapter 191: Chapter 191: The ministers resent, when will it end?

Many reporters were present, including one named He Heng, whose great-grandfather had also been a reporter. His great-grandfather had been slaughtered while documenting the Great Fusang Massacre.

From a young age, He Heng had cherished a patriotic spirit. Now, watching Yamaguchi Masanao’s smug expression, he felt a surge of displeasure. “May I ask, Mr. Yamaguchi,” he said, “as the saying goes, the Martial Path knows no limits. No one dares to claim their martial skills are the best in the world, nor does anyone dare claim their Martial Arts are invincible. By speaking as you have, aren’t you glorifying Karate a bit too much?”

The other reporters were stunned, not expecting a junior reporter to dare ask such a question.

Yamaguchi Masanao’s displeasure was plain to see. He angrily pointed his finger at He Heng and shouted, “You sick man! How dare you question the Karate of the Great Fusang Empire? Fine! Since you dare to speak up, you must have some skills. You will represent Dragon Country and fight me.”

He Heng was dumbfounded. What do I know about Martial Arts? I’m just an ordinary reporter from Dragon Country. Even if I take my glasses off, I just become more nearsighted. I don’t turn into some superhero capable of standing up to Yamaguchi Masanao.

“I…” He Heng wanted to explain that he knew no Martial Arts from Dragon Country, but Yamaguchi Masanao gave him no such chance. He struck out, knocking He Heng to the ground. Then, pointing at the camera, he declared, “Did everyone see that? Especially the people of Dragon Country, this is your National Arts—utterly weak before Karate.”

He Heng’s head throbbed with a searing pain, and anger surged within him. Yamaguchi Masanao is just a bully, completely unreasonable. He couldn’t let the audience misunderstand, so he quickly spoke to the camera, “Friends watching, let me clarify one thing, I really don’t know how to—”

Yamaguchi Masanao’s eyes turned cold. He struck with another Karate blow, knocking He Heng to the ground once more.

But He Heng clenched his teeth. He had to explain. He couldn’t bring shame to Dragon Country, and he refused to be defeated by a man from Fusang. He had to get back up. Normally, such an attack would have knocked him unconscious, but he was enduring it through sheer willpower. He had to stand up!

Seeing this, Yamaguchi Masanao’s brow furrowed, his expression turning colder. This He Heng, just like the people of Dragon Country who resisted Fusang in the past, doesn’t know his place. He gave a look to several of his Fusang disciples. Understanding his signal, they quickly moved forward to drag He Heng away.

Yamaguchi Masanao then faced the camera, bowed, and said in his broken Dragon Country tongue, “I am truly sorry. That reporter, on the pretense that he knew some National Arts, challenged me. When I defeated him, he stubbornly refused to accept his defeat and tried to challenge me again. I had no choice but to have my disciples pull him away.”

“You’re lying!” Just as the scene unfolded as Yamaguchi had anticipated, a sudden voice startled everyone present, including those watching on television.

The cameraman, He Heng’s friend Du Xiaofei, swung the lens toward the speaker. It was the little guy.

“Little child, what nonsense are you spouting? I have candy for you, Fusang candy, much better than anything you’ve tasted in Dragon Country. Everyone knows Fusang snacks are delicious, like cookies and ganache. Here, take these and go play over there,” Yamaguchi Masanao said, approaching the boy with a kind expression.

“Really?”

“I want some.”

The children from the Taekwondo dojo who followed the little guy were the first to be tempted.

“Shut up,” the little guy commanded authoritatively.

The followers behind him immediately fell silent.

「Meanwhile」

Wu Tian and Lin Zhan were also watching this scene unfold.

“When will the subjects’ hatred cease?” Lin Zhan said abruptly, quoting the ancient poem.

“Within a year,” Wu Tian replied.

What? Lin Zhan hadn’t expected Wu Tian to answer. But what does he mean by that? Does he mean… Lin Zhan dared not think any further.

“Is this possible?” Lin Zhan asked again, hesitating.

Wu Tian smiled but did not respond. Possible? It’s a certainty.

「Back at the dojo」

“Kid, what’s the meaning of this?” Seeing that the little guy didn’t want the candy, Yamaguchi Masanao asked in a deep voice.

“I’m here to challenge the dojo,” the little guy said with a smile.

Hearing this, Yamaguchi Masanao was stunned for a moment. Challenge the dojo? A child?

“Kid, you shouldn’t joke about such matters,” Yamaguchi Masanao said sternly.

The Fusang Dojo had, of course, been challenged by People of Dragon Country before. Huo Yuanjia, Huang Feihong, Chen Zhen, Ip Man, Bruce Lee… they had all come to Fusang’s dojos to issue challenges, and they had all succeeded. Recalling those events still brought shame to the Martial Arts World of Fusang. Yet today, a child from Dragon Country wanted to challenge them just like Chen Zhen and the others.

All Yamaguchi Masanao felt was anger. You People of Dragon Country… we may have lost the war, but your victory was a fluke. The Martial Arts World of Dragon Country… sure, people like Chen Zhen were formidable, but this child? What is he? Even Chen Zhen and Huo Yuanjia wouldn’t have dared to challenge dojos at such a young age, would they?

Yamaguchi Masanao immediately faced the camera again and exclaimed, “You People of Dragon Country, how do you educate your children? In this, you should learn from our Fusang Empire.”

He also harbored a deep hatred for the People of Dragon Country. In his version of history, Fusang had once wanted to learn from and progress alongside Dragon Country, but Dragon Country had refused. If they had agreed, there would have been no war! Many died in Dragon Country, but many also died in Fusang, including members of Yamaguchi Masanao’s own family. This was a score he had vowed to settle.

Therefore, he did not refuse the challenge because the little guy was a child. He didn’t call for another disciple; instead, he stepped forward himself.

“Alright, kid, you need to be careful. As the saying goes in martial arts contests, injuries and even death are unavoidable. You need to be very careful,” Yamaguchi Masanao said solemnly.

Hearing this, the expressions of the surrounding reporters and other adults changed. They wanted to intervene, but it was too late. Yamaguchi Masanao gave them no chance, for he had already made his move.

Karate includes a wide range of techniques: kicking, striking, throwing, grappling, immobilization, strangles, Counter Techniques, and pressure point attacks. Some styles even practice with weapons. It could be said that in Fusang, aside from Ninjutsu and swordsmanship, no other school could compare.

Now, Yamaguchi Masanao’s hand became a blade. With this hand-blade strike, he could easily slice through thirty wooden boards at once. Without a shred of mercy, he swung the fierce hand-blade down at the little guy. Unlike Jin Xishan, Yamaguchi Masanao aimed for a vital point from the very beginning. If the blow landed, death was certain.

Outside the arena, Wu Tian’s expression had turned ice-cold, his eyes, like those of the Death God, quietly watched the scene unfold.

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