Zhao Wucheng's footsteps began to become chaotic, and his face gradually turned pale. Small beads of sweat seeped out of his forehead.
Clang.
"Sect Leader Zhao!"
At this moment, someone shouted. Matsui Jiro slapped Sect Leader Zhao in the chest, and he spat out blood. Even his sword fell to the ground.
At this moment, Zhao Wucheng's right hand had already split open.
"Cough cough! This Cherry Blossom Sword Technique is truly brilliant."
Zhao Wucheng's right hand was trembling, and he could not even lift his saber.
"Hehe, China Man, you're not bad. You're the strongest person I've met these few days.”
"To show my respect for you, I will give you a dignified death.”
Matsui Jiro smiled sinisterly. Murasame landed on the tendon on Zhao Wucheng's right hand and suddenly lifted it up!
"Ah!"
Zhao Wucheng's expression changed drastically.
"You, you broke my tendons?”
Breaking the tendons of one's limbs was the greatest insult to a martial artist.
"Hehe, I told you that I would give you a dignified death.”
As Matsui Jiro spoke, he prepared to stab Zhao Wucheng's right leg tendon with his second sword.
One sword.
Another sword.
Zhao Wucheng's martial arts were crippled, and no one in the audience could bear to watch anymore.
The rules of the arena had always been like this.
However, the Cherry Blossom Ronin's methods were so vicious that it was unprecedented.
Lin Ling looked at the scene in front of him indifferently and did not say a word.
Chi Tiecheng wanted to rush forward with red eyes, but he was stopped by Su Wenqian and Yu Manli.
"If we had studied martial arts diligently, we wouldn't have suffered such humiliation from outsiders today!”
Below the stage, a seven-foot-tall man was shedding tears.
"Could it be that our martial arts have really been defeated…"
"Even Sect Leader Zhao is no match for them. Are we really going to let these pirates run amok in the Divine Great Land?？”
His words were like a buzzing bell, ringing deeply in the hearts of every hot-blooded man.
At this moment, everyone below the stage was flushed red. They clenched their fists tightly, anger and unwillingness surging into their hearts. Some even dug their fingers into their flesh, causing their blood to drip onto the ground.
They hated themselves for being useless. If they had practiced their martial arts diligently, they would not have let a Sakura Ronin suppress the 72 martial arts centers in Fengtian!
"I told you, you Chinese people are a bunch of trash. You should accept the baptism of Tianhuang and reform you.”
Matsui Jiro had a mocking smile on his face. The most insane thing was that he did not kill Zhao Wucheng immediately.
Instead, the sword pierced through Zhao Wucheng's internal organs again and again.
At this moment, Sect Leader Zhao, who was struggling at death's door, was like a useless dog in his eyes.
Matsui Jiro was enjoying this moment. Sect Leader Zhao's tendons were all crippled, and his body was covered in deep and shallow sword holes.
He had even specially invited newspapers from the French and British concessions, as well as other countries, to publicize the power of the Cherry Blossom Sword Technique. He also wanted to show how ridiculous the so-called Chinese martial arts were.
It was so laughable that it could not even withstand a single blow from the Cherry Blossom Sword Technique.
The reporters took pictures one after another. These white-skinned foreign races even thought of what the headline for tomorrow's front page would be.
Cherry Blossom Ronin's power.
Of course.
There was also the cowardice and suppressed anger of the so-called martial artists of the Republic of China.
Falling behind meant being beaten up. This principle had never changed.
"Damn it, why? They can bully us like this!"
A reporter from the Republic of China was also invited to the scene by Matsui Jiro. However, he did not expect that this time, he would undergo a thorough spiritual baptism and thoroughly humiliate all the people of the Republic of China with a conscience.
When did Chinese martial arts become so weak in front of the Cherry Blossom Sword Dao…
At this time, the foreign reporters had already regarded Matsui Jiro as the winner and were all fighting to interview him.
Matsui Jiro's sinister smile was directed at the thousands of people below the stage whose self-esteem had been trampled on.
"Mr. Matsui, the Fengtian martial arts world is no longer able to fight anymore. Do you have anything to say about this?”
A foreign female reporter looked at the audience with disdain and asked in a deep voice.
"The Chinese people should be completely assimilated by our Yamato people. Their martial arts are not worth mentioning in our eyes!”
Matsui Jiro said arrogantly as he slowly surveyed the audience. No one dared to look him in the eye.
"I heard that your master is the number one swordmaster of Cherryblossoms, known as the Sword God. Have you learned all of your master's true teachings?”
At the mention of his master, Matsui Jiro suddenly froze.
"My master's swordsmanship is unmatched. He has already raised his swordsmanship to the highest realm, the Full Moon Realm. That is my lifelong ambition.”
"Then you mean that your master's swordsmanship is even more superb than yours?”another foreign reporter asked.
"Yes, three years ago, Master traveled the world and comprehended the true essence of swordsmanship. I reckon it will be difficult for me to surpass him in my entire life.”
“......”
"Lastly, do you have anything to say to the Fengtian martial arts world?”
Matsui Jiro stabbed Murasame with his sword and said with a mocking expression,
"From now on, there will be no martial arts world in Fengtian, nor will there be any Chinese martial arts. Our Sakura Kendo Sect will officially open its doors to accept disciples!”
This sentence completely angered the people below the stage.
A few hot-blooded martial artists rushed onto the stage, wanting to argue with Matsui Jiro, but they were all killed in one strike.
The remaining people were even more furious and immediately attacked him in a group. However, Matsui Jiro's swordsmanship was too outstanding. All the people on the stage fell down.
Blood slowly stained the entire arena and flowed down the edge.
In the crowd, some were crying, some were sobbing, and some were silent with red eyes.
"Is our Chinese martial arts really finished?”
The indignant anger in the crowd was useless rage in Matsui Jiro's eyes.
"Haha, Chinese people, the martial arts you speak of is just a cover for a hypocritical civilization. Your martial arts should perish with your Qing Dynasty!”
"From today onwards, no one in Fengtian is allowed to practice your so-called martial arts. Otherwise, I, Matsui Jiro, will kill anyone I see!”
Facing Matsui Jiro's aggressiveness, everyone present trembled.
Unwilling.
Anger.
He blamed himself for his incompetence.
All of this was deeply enshrouded in the hearts of the people.
However, in the face of the provocation of the pirates, they could not do anything. They could only feel grief and indignation.
The reporter choked and took out a pen and paper from his shirt pocket.
"It's a shame for our people to encounter such a disaster. Future generations will remember it forever!”
Even the hand holding the camera started to tremble slightly.
However, at this moment, the camera that was originally facing the arena suddenly captured a blurry figure.
"Hmm?"
The reporter from the Republic of China was taken aback. Su Wenqian and Chi Tiecheng, who were standing at the side, were delighted when they saw this.
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