"Are you ready to experience the fear of being dominated by the Sixth Celestial Demon King?" the Japanese samurai chuckled coldly.

Lu Zheng smiled faintly, though his smile was hidden behind the full armor mask.

He had heard from Zhao Wenyu that apart from management, both sides had only met once three nights ago, and it was far from pleasant.

After all, both sides were eager to legally and reasonably beat each other up; it would be a miracle if it were pleasant.

"Please!"

Lu Zheng tapped the tip of his spear on the ground, gesturing to his opponent.

"In!"

The opponent stepped forward, thrusting his spear directly towards Lu Zheng's mask.

...

From the stands, the audience gasped.

You wouldn't believe it, but seeing a burly man in ancient armor still exerted pressure; the direct thrust of the spear made the onlookers involuntarily exclaim.

Li Ying was so scared she covered her mouth, while Huang Xiumin widened his eyes.

Only Lin Wan on the side pursed her lips and muttered quietly to herself, "Too slow, what's the point?"

Lu Zheng found it quite amusing; crushing weaklings is indeed a pleasure.

He easily deflected the incoming spear with a gesture, then tapped the opponent's shoulder with his spear.

A gentle poke made the opponent stagger back, then Lu Zheng's spear struck the opponent's knee, before spinning and pulling back.

The opponent, weighing over two hundred pounds, was lifted by Lu Zheng before being shoved aside.

"Bang!"

The opponent looked bewildered as he was heavily slammed onto the ring.

"Boom!"

The entire stadium erupted.

"Masterful!"

"Great spear work!"

From the rest area under the ring, the Hua Country side cheered enthusiastically, while the Japan side looked at each other in confusion.

"Baka! These Hua Country people are shameless. Did they hire professional athletes?"

"He seems to be a practitioner of Chuan Wu; that move didn't look like kickboxing or free fighting."

"We underestimated them; Hua Country's Chuan Wu is quite famous for its weapon discipline."

"Chinese Martial Arts can't be used in actual combat; it's common knowledge. How is this possible?"

"Let's watch! Keep watching!"

"Don't worry, the next match features Mr. Yamada, who has competed in the UFC, and is a martial monk from Neng Mountain Temple, surely he can take the championship."

On the ring, the Sixth Celestial Demon King stood up, steadied his spear, and with renewed vigor charged again at Lu Zheng.

"Ha!"

"Bang!"

This time, Lu Zheng changed his tactic, ducking past the opponent's spear and planted his spear in the opponent's left shoulder, flipping him directly to the ground.

"Is the fear of the Sixth Celestial Demon King just a sham?" Lu Zheng laughed.

"Baka!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

After a fifteen-minute match, Lu Zheng emerged victorious with a score of eighty-eight to zero.

"Awesome!"

"Mighty!"

Lu Zheng twisted his neck, feeling immensely satisfied.

...

"Mr. Murashita, don't mind, watch me avenge you later!"

From the other side, the bruised and battered Sixth Celestial Demon King limped off the stage, supported by another burly man.

"Mr. Yamada, his opponent is formidable, be careful!"

The man named Yamada, clad in bamboo and iron armor, nodded and took to the stage with an iron spear.

Despite everything, the Japanese Sixth Heaven Club came prepared this time. Yamada truly showed skill by winning the second match with a score of fifty-two to eighteen, gearing up to contest Lu Zheng for the title in the long weapon competition.

...

"Your Lu Zheng is impressive indeed. Why doesn't he compete in the UFC though? He could surely win a lightweight championship—what's he doing fooling around with full armor combat?" Huang Xiumin asked.

Li Ying just noticed that Lin Wan's boyfriend was a master too.

If he got serious... Wouldn't it end in a house demolition?

Lin Wan laughed, "Why compete in the UFC? Lu Zheng isn't short of money."

Huang Xiumin, "..."

"So vulgar!" Huang Xiumin swallowed his saliva and said, "Is it about money? It's about bringing glory to the country!"

"Bringing glory isn't achieved by relying on a couple of standout individuals. Combat sports are heavily commercialized and require nationwide participation," Lin Wan explained. "As we Hua Country people continue improving our physiques, reaching the highest level of combat sports is only a matter of time, no rush."

Huang Xiumin pursed his lips, "Ultimately, it's just your Lu Zheng being lazy."

Lin Wan blinked and said nothing.

...

On the other side, on the ring.

"I've seen through you," Yamada Mitsunari declared.

Lu Zheng: ???

"Though you seem clad in heavy armor wielding an iron spear, you're actually an agile type of fighter," Yamada Mitsunari said, "I've trained at Neng Mountain Temple for ten years; you don't stand a chance. I'll show you the meaning of despair.

Chinese Martial Arts have declined, only able to showcase their might in movies, but cannot fight in reality. The future of full armor combat in Asia belongs to Japan, so just give up.

Come, let's begin the match. I'll show you the martial arts of Great Japan, true combat martial arts, killing techniques!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Painful, painful!"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!"

Lu Zheng couldn't help it, he used a bit of skill, and the strength went through the opponent's armor, impacting his body.

But, intending to continue beating him in the next match, Lu Zheng didn't exert full force.

Seventy-two to zero!

The champion of the full armor combat Hai City China-Japan invitational long weapon competition emerged.

"Awesome!"

"Impressive!"

"Handsome!"

Lu Zheng waved to Lin Wan's side and then returned to the rest area.

"Brother Lu!"

"Big shot!"

"Land God!"

Everyone looked at Lu Zheng as if he were a celestial being.

"There really are masters in the country!"

"I believe it now!"

"The next match is the short weapon competition, let Old Liu take the stage first, take a break," Zhao Wenyu hurriedly came over.

"Alright!" Lu Zheng nodded.

...

An hour later, Lu Zheng unsurprisingly claimed the championship in the short weapon competition too.

...

In the afternoon, facing Yamada Mitsunari who appeared on stage again, Lu Zheng was utterly delighted; it was the last match anyway, so he rewarded him with several hefty blows and once again took the comprehensive fighting championship trophy.

...

The next day was the team competition.

In the two-person match, Lu Zheng and Zhang Tiexia paired up to shave their opponent bald again.

In the eight-person match, Lu Zheng led the charge, darting left and right, resolving the battle in three minutes, leaving the opponent all limping and losing their combat power.

For the twenty-person match...

The Japan Team suddenly realized they lacked enough manpower, as many were too sore to immediately continue due to the previous match.

Thus, they had to temporarily change the rules to a fifteen-person match, adding a rule that each person could only participate in two team matches.

And so...

Lu Zheng was excluded...

"Tch! Can't take it!"

"Old Zhang, take them down!"

Even without Lu Zheng, Wuyue Club remained unstoppable, chasing the Japanese Sixth Heaven Club all over the place, giving the audience a splendid view of a legitimate brawl.

Japanese folks came to beat up others?

Ended up being kicked back instead!