Matsui Jiro's previous arrogance and contempt for Chinese martial arts were repaid a hundredfold with the destruction of Devil Blade Murasame. All of them bombarded Matsui Jiro's chest and exploded.
"Why? How is this possible?"
For the first time, Matsui Jiro lowered his noble and insufferably arrogant head in front of everyone and repeated the same sentence.
No one would have thought that the man in front of them was so ruthless that it was beyond their imagination.
"I actually lost to a Chinese man!"
Matsui Jiro finally recognized the reality and punched the ring heavily. At this time, his left forearm had already become a piece of wasted meat. It was hanging in the air.
"Hahaha…"
Matsui Jiro covered his head and laughed. He looked at Murasame, who only had the hilt of his sword left on the ground, and laughed maniacally. At this moment, his mind was clouded by failure, and his mind was a little unclear.
It was as if he had experienced the entire process of going from heaven to hell in an instant. It was difficult for him to accept it for a moment. Lin Ling brought him great fear, and the stimulated Matsui Jiro became a crazy samurai.
"We won! He won! Chinese martial arts won!"
When he saw this scene, especially when he saw the Ronin's previously arrogant face turn pale, he felt delighted!
The entire stadium was filled with cheers. Everyone was congratulating each other, their eyes were moist, and tears of excitement flowed down their faces.
Ever since the insufferably arrogant ronin in front of them challenged the dojo, they had endured so much anger, grievance, and unwillingness!
But today, all of this had vanished in an instant!
The depression that had accumulated in everyone's hearts seemed to have been vented out all at once, making them feel very happy!
"Hero! Long live the hero!"
"Well done brother, you've finally given our Chinese martial arts a proper name!”
"Let this Japanese have a good look, this is the real Chinese Kungfu!”
“......”
Facing the cheers from the audience, Lin Ling only glanced at them indifferently before looking at Matsui Jiro.
"Do you want to perform a C-section yourself, or should I send you on your way?”
Matsui Jiro remained silent. His mouth was wide open, and his face was still filled with disbelief. He felt a deep fear for the masked man in front of him.
Matsui Jiro touched his abdomen.
It was a short knife.
It was mostly used for close-range assassinations.
However, under special circumstances, it had another use.
He cut himself open.
Matsui Jiro slowly pulled out his short knife and aimed it at his abdomen. It seemed that it was a little difficult to do so.
Seeing this, Lin Ling glanced at him and slowly walked off the stage.
Matsui Jiro's right hand trembled as he picked up the short knife. His eyes were still filled with disbelief. He had really lost?
Was this person in front of him really human?
How was it possible to receive his lifetime's ultimate technique with his bare hands…?
With the pride of a samurai, if he failed, he could only commit suicide.
Even if Matsui Jiro was unwilling to accept the reality in front of him, he had to admit that he had indeed lost.
He was utterly defeated.
A kind of fear that arose from the depths of her heart, she looked at the man who had defeated her.
Matsui Jiro had no choice but to pick up the short knife and slowly aim it at his abdomen.
"Master, I have disgraced your swordsmanship.”
Matsui Jiro really agreed with that sentence. A pitiful person must have something hateful.
However, when he saw Lin Ling turn around and walk down the stage, Matsui Jiro's anger finally overcame his fear of Lin Ling. He immediately went crazy and suddenly jumped up without warning.
"Even if I have to die, I want to die together with a Chinese expert like you!”
Matsui Jiro roared and immediately used all his strength to prepare to shoot the short knife in his hand!
Swoosh!
Puchi...
However, before Matsui Jiro could throw out the short knife in his hand, a wedge-shaped hidden weapon with the word " zero " engraved on it, about three centimeters long and shaped like a jellyfish, pierced through his throat.
Drip... Drip...
Fresh blood flowed down slowly. Matsui Jiro's right hand, which was holding the short knife, stopped in midair.
"What, what is this…"
Boom!
After he finished speaking with difficulty, his body fell heavily to the ground and he was dead.
Lin Ling silently withdrew his right hand and walked down without looking back.
Gulp.
When they saw this scene, everyone present could not help but feel a chill run down their spines. They were immediately shocked beyond words and swallowed heavily.
"Dead? This young man made a move? Or is it that my eyes are playing tricks on me? Who killed him…"
A sixty-year-old martial arts expert below the stage could not help but rub his eyes and immediately said with a shocked expression.
Special agents were never the strongest when it came to direct combat.
"Hurry up! Look at his throat!"
Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted. Then, everyone saw the hidden weapon stabbed into Matsui Jiro's neck.
" Who is using a hidden weapon?!"
"Keep your voice down. Can't you tell?”
"Could it be the person on the stage…"
“......”
Everyone's eyes were filled with disbelief. In their eyes, the masked man in front of them did not move at all!
Perhaps, did he not see how the other party attacked?
Lin Ling didn't want to use hidden weapons at all. This ronin was simply courting death.
"To be able to meet a true martial arts expert, my death is worth it.”
The White Eyebrow Saber Sect's Sect Leader smiled in relief. Soon after, a black blood clot trickled out of the corner of his mouth, and he slowly closed his eyes.
Lin Ling took a look. The black blood was the blood from the main vein flowing out of the right atrium, which meant that the person was hopeless. After stopping for a moment, Lin Ling immediately stepped off the stage. However, just as he was about to step down the stage stairs, he was suddenly stopped by dozens of men in white clothes.
"Disciple of the White Eyebrow Saber School, thank you for your kindness, Senior!”
Pa.
Then, dozens of people knelt on the ground in an orderly manner and cupped their fists at Lin Ling.
Lin Ling was stunned. Then, a group of disciples in black short-sleeved shirts half-knelt beside the disciples of the White Eyebrow Saber Sect.
"The Zhang family's Qi Fusion Fist thanks Senior for eliminating the evil in the martial arts world!”
Soon after, more and more people joined and introduced themselves.
Almost all of the 72 martial arts centers in Fengtian were present in today's arena. Everyone introduced themselves to Lin Ling.
"Qi Clan Penetrating Fist, thank you Senior for avenging my Sect Master!”
"Disciples of the Six Directions Saber Sect, thank you for your kindness, Senior!”
"Tan Tui of the Twelve Paths of the Northern River thanks Senior for saving the dignity of our Chinese martial arts!”
“......”
The scene was spectacular. Hundreds and thousands of disciples from various sects were half-kneeling on the ground and cupping their fists at Lin Ling.
Everyone's eyes were red and their voices choked. They looked at Lin Ling with deep admiration.
"Wow, Master has become a celebrity." Chi Tiecheng whispered.
"Shut up, don't talk."
Su Wenqian's determined face was also looking at Lin Ling.
At this moment, the sect leaders of various sects and martial arts masters were also respectfully greeting Lin Ling with cupped fists. Suddenly, there was a commotion, as if they heard the sound of a car horn. A group of soldiers in military uniforms were rushing over from afar.
At this moment, the scene was crowded and chaotic. Just as Lin Ling was about to get off the stage, a reporter from the Republic of China immediately squeezed out from the crowd.
Hero, may I ask your name?"
The reporter had an impassioned expression. Just as he was about to raise his camera, Lin Ling pressed it down.
"Pluto."
Lin Ling said indifferently. He turned around and cleared the way, disappearing into the crowd.
"Nether, Nether King…"
The reporter looked at Lin Ling's back with a fascinated expression and muttered to himself. He seemed to have thought of something and immediately pulled out the film from before.
However, the strange thing was that the film of the masked man and the ronin fighting in the camera suddenly disappeared.
"Hmm? Where's the film?"
The reporter was panicking, but all he found was the negative of the blurry back.
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