Su Martial Arts Center.

As the largest and strongest martial arts center in Tianhai, its owner, Su Beihe, was a Half-step Grandmaster who had nearly stepped into the Transcendence Realm. He was powerful, respected, and held in high esteem, drawing many to study martial arts out of admiration for him.

In a sense, the Su Martial Arts Center could be said to be the heart of Tianhai's secular Martial Dao world.

Many martial artists would come here to learn and exchange insights.

But now, the plaque at the entrance of the Su Martial Arts Center had been smashed to pieces, shattered and scattered on the ground, replaced by another sign that read "Sick Man of East Asia."

Inside the martial arts center, blood was everywhere.

A few Japanese youths strutted around arrogantly, randomly smashing and destroying things.

On the cushion that once belonged to the center owner, an old Japanese man with white hair and beard sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, not speaking a word, as still as an old monk in meditation.

Several Chinese lay on the ground, screaming in agony. Many had limbs twisted unnaturally, clearly suffering from broken bones, completely incapacitated.

Su Mingli also lay on the ground, trembling, gritting his teeth. His left arm had been torn off and thrown into a corner. Blood gushed out, almost forming a pool!

"Damn Japanese! You'll not die a good death!!!"

As a Hidden Force martial artist, Su Mingli's vitality was still strong, and his will was formidable. He glared at the Japanese men in front of him and shouted fiercely, "You'll die, all of you will die! Once Grandmaster Qin arrives, you're doomed!! He will surely avenge us!!"

"Mingli, stop talking. Your injuries are too severe," came the weak voice of Su Beihe from the side of the wall. Already aged, his strength was no longer as formidable as it was in his youth.

At this moment, the Half-step Grandmaster was impaled by a wooden sword driven through his stomach, pinning him to the wall. He was unable to move even an inch. Blood continuously poured out, and his organs were constantly rupturing!

That wooden sword contained Internal Force. It continuously wreaked havoc on Su Beihe's internal organs and flesh, making him feel as if he was suffering the agonizing pain of a thousand cuts with every passing moment.

However, having lived through so many storms in his over seventy years, Su Beihe, despite the extreme pain, showed not a hint of fear in front of the Japanese.

"Chinaman pigs, your Qin Xuantian is precisely our Lord Soshi's target this time!" the leading young Japanese man sneered. "When he comes, you'll understand what true despair is!"

"That's right! You Chinaman pigs deserve nothing more than to grovel and beg for mercy at the feet of us Japanese, wagging your tails like dogs. How dare you resist? It's laughable, a bunch of trash!!"

"Chinese are trash, garbage! Decades ago, we beat you to a pulp, massacred you, and it's the same now. Too weak! You're really too weak! The sign 'Sick Man of East Asia' should be hung around your necks! Hahaha!!"

The group of Japanese youths laughed hysterically, unrestrained and without any inhibition!

They were all Japanese Samurai!

The education they received from childhood taught them to look down on Chinese people!

In the eyes of these Japanese youths, Chinese were inherently inferior. They believed Chinese deserved to be slaves for the Japanese, and that punishing slaves was their natural right!

"You've got some nerve! This is China! Not Japan!! How dare you behave so outrageously!!" Su Mingli endured the pain and bellowed. Then, unbelievably, he stood up, dragging his body, now lacking an arm, and pointed at the young Japanese men, roaring, "Come on! Japanese bastards! If you have the guts, kill me! Come on! Kill me!"

"Brother!!" Su Yiyi, who had been hiding behind, rushed out. Despite her lack of martial arts training, she picked up a wooden sword from a nearby weapon rack and stood in front of Su Mingli. She bit her lip, her body trembling slightly, but stood firm and said, "I will block these Japanese bastards for you!"

Although she felt fear inside, and her eyes brimmed with tears, reddening around the edges, she still mustered courage, shielding Su Mingli.

Such a delicate and fragile girl showed such bravery.

She was like a proud plum blossom standing firm in the wind and snow, admirable.

Even those Japanese youths were slightly moved.

However, after that, their gazes were filled with intense desire.

"A chick like this! This is what I love the most! Especially Chinese chicks! Hahaha! Chinese women! Courage doesn't equal strength; a fragile woman like you should be lying on a bed!" the leading Japanese youth sneered, pointed at Su Yiyi, and said, "Apart from accommodating men in bed, you are good for nothing!"

WHOOSH!

The Japanese youth flicked his finger, and a coin flew from his hand, striking the wooden sword in Su Yiyi's hands.

BANG!

With a muffled sound, the wooden sword in Su Yiyi's hand was shattered by the impact. She felt as if she had been hit by a car, flying nearly four or five meters before crashing to the ground.

Indescribable, intense pain surged through her, making her feel as if all the bones in her body were about to break.

"Yiyi! Are you okay?!" Su Mingli cried out in alarm, wanting to rush over and check on Su Yiyi. But with one arm missing, he couldn't maintain his balance!

BANG!

He fell straight to the ground!

"Ah!!" Su Mingli screamed in pain as the fall jolted his wound. His vision darkened, and he almost passed out.

"Why, why didn't I practice martial arts?!" Su Yiyi began to loathe herself, tears streaming down her face as she murmured, "If I had practiced martial arts, I could have fought side by side with my brother and grandfather! Instead of being helpless now, unable to do anything but cry for help!!"

"No! There is one thing you can do." The leading Japanese youth smiled and said, "Do as I say, and I won't kill your brother and your grandfather. How about it? I, Miyamoto Kazekaze, give you my word; I absolutely will not lie. Now, take off all your clothes, including your underwear, until you are stark naked. Then come before me, kneel, and lick my toes. And call me master, swear you'll forever be my female slave, obey all my orders. Come on, come on, lowly Chinese woman! Betray your body to save your relatives! Hahaha!!"

「At this moment, inside the restaurant opposite the Su Martial Arts Center.」

Two middle-aged men sat at a table by the window, leisurely drinking wine and observing the Su Martial Arts Center.

"The Japanese are so arrogant, it's detestable. Should we intervene?" one of the middle-aged men frowned and said. "They brazenly insult our Huaxia, the Divine Province! They deserve death!"

"Brother Li, you can't kill them," the other middle-aged man said indifferently. "Those Japanese youths are inconsequential. But the elder who came with them, Miyamoto Soshi, was a peak Grandmaster a hundred years ago, known as Miyamoto's One-Strike Kill! With one strike, he determines life and death. Back in the late Qing and early Republican periods, he came from Japan to China and slew many martial artists. If Li Shuwen, who had nearly reached the Innate Level, hadn't forced him back, who knows how many more would have died!"

"Seventy years ago, he returned to China and was responsible for endless massacres, his strength even closer to that of a ghostly deity," a martial artist at another table joined in gravely. "Miyamoto Soshi now, I fear, has entered the Innate Level. None of us here is his match; to confront him is to seek death!"

"We must wait for Qin Xuantian to arrive," someone chuckled. "Miyamoto Soshi came to China to kill Qin Xuantian. The two are bound to have a big fight. When they are both heavily injured, that will be our time to profit from their dispute, hehe."

"Exactly! That's the idea. We wait until Qin Xuantian and Miyamoto Soshi have both suffered heavy losses, and only then will we have a chance! Hahaha!!"

"It's just too bad for the Su Martial Arts Center. But a true man doesn't sweat the small stuff. For our chance to earn the Sun Temple's reward, the Su Martial Arts Center will have to endure some hardship!"

In this restaurant, as many as a hundred martial artists were hidden. They came from both the secular Martial Dao world and the hidden Martial Dao world, from all corners of the land. Each had a different background, but all shared the same objective:

To take Qin Xuantian's head!

To claim the reward offered by the Sun Temple!

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