This statement caused all the Dragon Country people present to erupt in fury.
"You little devil, believe it or not, I'll shoot you with a gun!"
"You little devil are asking for death!"
Facing the crowd's rage, the man from the Land of the Rising Sun sneered, "I, Abe Shinjuku, am a Chunin. According to your Dragon Country's classification, I am a Xuan Realm martial artist. I can say that my Eastern Ninja arts are invincible at the same level. Try me if you don't believe it."
"If anyone wants to bully the weak, they'll have to ask my master if he agrees."
Abe Shinjuku pointed behind him. A white-bearded old man in a kimono sat on a seat, holding a katana.
Upon seeing the old man, everyone's expression changed drastically.
"Eastern Ninja Country's Jonin Master, Iai Kenpachi!"
Seeing Iai Kenpachi, the Earth Realm Grandmasters who had intended to step forward immediately sat down in silence.
Iai Kenpachi had been famous for many years. He had killed many Dragon Country Earth Realm Grandmasters in global martial arts competitions, striking fear into many. However, there was a rule in the global martial arts world: one could not bully the weak. When martial artists of the same level competed, the one with higher cultivation could not interfere.
Seeing some Earth Realm Grandmasters fall silent, Abe Shinjuku laughed mockingly:
"Look at you Dragon Country people, all useless. You wanted revenge earlier, but now that you see my master, you dare not utter a word."
"If the sign of 'Sick Man of East Asia' isn't hung on you, who else is it for?"
"How dare a mere barbarian speak such nonsense?" Chen Jiuyang stood up and said coldly, his eyes filled with killing intent.
Having spent a year in the military camp, how could Chen Jiuyang tolerate someone from the Land of the Rising Sun humiliating the people of Dragon Country?
Abe Shinjuku looked at Chen Jiuyang, such a young man, and sneered, "Kid, are you going to compete with me?"
Chen Jiuyang: "So what if I am."
"Very good," Abe Shinjuku sneered. "As long as you don't mind becoming the person under my foot."
As he spoke, he kicked the Xuan Realm Grandmaster at his feet off the stage.
"Presumptuous!"
Chen Jiuyang roared, lunging forward and catching the Xuan Realm Grandmaster who had been kicked off the stage.
The Xuan Realm Grandmaster was a middle-aged man in his early fifties. Judging by his attire, he seemed to be a lone martial artist who made a living by fighting in underground matches.
"Li... little brother... thank you..." the Xuan Realm Grandmaster said with difficulty.
"Don't speak yet, let me treat your injuries. If we delay a few more minutes, you'll be paralyzed and become a cripple." Chen Jiuyang took out silver needles and quickly began treating the Xuan Realm Grandmaster.
Five minutes later, the Xuan Realm Grandmaster's condition stabilized. He said, "Benefactor, thank you. My name is Xie Yulong. I owe you my life. I will go through fire and water for you without hesitation in the future."
If Chen Jiuyang hadn't caught him and treated him, he would have been as good as dead.
"Alright, I accept your words," Chen Jiuyang said coldly, then suddenly stood up and jumped onto the stage.
"Betting is open, betting is open!" a middle-aged, obese man shouted. The people on the scene were placing large bets.
Chen Jiuyang was a thirteen-to-one underdog. Most Dragon Country people believed Chen Jiuyang would lose, as they had already witnessed Abe Shinjuku's strength.
Chen Jiuyang sneered. Many people shouted about patriotism, but in reality, they were just cowards. In the face of money and profit, patriotism was not worth mentioning.
Seeing this scene, Abe Shinjuku repeatedly sneered, "See, kid? Even your own Dragon Country people don't have faith in you. Have you thought about how you'll be defeated by me?"
"Me?" Chen Jiuyang said coldly, "Defeated by you?"
"You're mistaken. It should be me asking you, how do you want to die?"
Abe Shinjuku sneered, holding his katana, and instantly slashed towards Chen Jiuyang.
Chen Jiuyang frowned. Abe Shinjuku had almost no true qi, yet his speed was extremely fast. Logically, he shouldn't be able to break through the protective qi of a Xuan Realm Grandmaster. How did he defeat a Xuan Realm Grandmaster with one move?
While he was thinking, he suddenly felt a malevolent soul attack him. Chen Jiuyang saw a hint of sinister red flash in Abe Shinjuku's eyes.
"Be a dog at my feet!" Abe Shinjuku roared.
As he swung his katana down at Chen Jiuyang.
"Clang!"
A sound like metal colliding rang out. Abe Shinjuku's katana was blocked by a single finger of Chen Jiuyang, and in reality, Abe Shinjuku's katana did not even touch Chen Jiuyang's finger.
"Whoa!"
Seeing this, everyone stood up in shock, dumbfounded. This young man had blocked Abe Shinjuku's attack with just one finger.
Abe Shinjuku's eyes also flashed with a hint of bewilderment. "How is it possible that you didn't fall?"
Chen Jiuyang: "I thought you ninjas were very powerful, but you rely on soul power to bully Xuan Realm Grandmasters. When you're about to fight, you use your soul to attack the opponent, instantly rendering them unable to attack."
As the words fell, Chen Jiuyang flicked out two fingers. Overbearing and fierce true qi directly slammed Abe Shinjuku to the ground, forcing him to kneel at Chen Jiuyang's feet.
"Baka yarou, how dare you treat me like this! I will kill you!" Abe Shinjuku's face turned red with anger as he roared. His body struggled violently, trying to break free from Chen Jiuyang's control.
However, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't move an inch on the ground.
Chen Jiuyang placed a foot on his face and said indifferently, "You mongrel trash, you talk too much. It's really annoying."
As Chen Jiuyang spoke, he fiercely kicked Abe Shinjuku's face with the heel of his hard leather shoe. Abe Shinjuku let out a scream, his face instantly mangled by Chen Jiuyang's kick.
"I told you to think about how you wanted to die just now. Tell me, have you thought about it?" Chen Jiuyang stared coldly at Abe Shinjuku at his feet.
"I... I... I, Master save me!" Abe Shinjuku looked at Chen Jiuyang's handsome and indifferent face, his heart completely panicked. He shouted desperately at Iai Kenpachi.
However, Iai Kenpachi remained motionless. Chen Jiuyang sneered, "In battles between equals, no matter how fierce, bullying the weak is not allowed."
"So, I'm asking you, have you thought about how you want to die?" Chen Jiuyang's voice grew colder.
Abe Shinjuku's eyes were filled with terror. "Sir, please spare me. I don't want to die. I still have a bright future ahead of me. I don't want to die."
"You haven't thought about how to die?" Chen Jiuyang's expression turned cold. "Then weren't you just toying with me earlier?"
"Alas," Chen Jiuyang sighed. "Never mind. Since you haven't thought about how to die, I'll send you on your way."
Chen Jiuyang lightly raised a finger, and a pure Yang true qi pierced through Abe Shinjuku's head, killing him on the spot.
Those who are not of our kind are bound to have different intentions. Moreover, beasts like those from the Land of the Rising Sun. Chen Jiuyang killing Abe Shinjuku was no different from killing an ordinary beast.
He even felt that his strength was a bit weak.