Kneel and beg for mercy!?

This Japanese man is blatantly insulting China!

Totally shameless!!

Jiang Tai, trembling with anger and his face turning livid, glared at Iwamura Natsuo and said through clenched teeth, "That's impossible. Chinese people will never kneel to the Japanese!"

Iwamura Natsuo sneered, "Then just wait to be crippled! We have three Great Grandmasters here and over a hundred with Hidden Force. What do you have? A disorganized mob, weak and insignificant! Courting death!"

"Doing this, aren't you afraid of provoking national anger?" Wei Min, a female Martial Artist standing beside Jiang Tai, stepped forward, looked at the Japanese people below, and shouted, "The martial arts exchanges between our two countries have already been arranged at the national level. Aren't you afraid of causing international disputes by going back on your word so suddenly?"

"Dispute?" Iida Daiju, the head of Gichin Kenjutsu Ryuchi Dojo, sneered. He carried a two-meter-long katana on his shoulder, looked at Wei Min, and said, "Woman, such weaklings as you won't draw your country's attention. Come and take a strike from my sword. If you don't die, I'll let you all leave."

"Bastard! Despicable! Wretched Japanese!"

"A Grandmaster of Transcendence actually issuing a challenge to someone with Open Force!?"

On China's side, emotions were running high. Iida Daiju was indeed too arrogant; his actions were clearly intended to kill Wei Min. Against a Grandmaster, a Martial Artist with Open Force stood no chance of fighting back.

"How laughable. Do the Chinese only excel at lip service?" Kimura Sorao, the head of Kimura One-sword Style, also holding a nearly two-meter-long katana, shook his head and said, "If you have the guts, then fight us. A bunch of weaklings!"

"You, you! Utterly shameless!" Jiang Tai roared furiously, pointing at the Japanese, and said, "Aren't you afraid that our Chinese Grandmasters will come to Japan and teach you a lesson?"

"Let's talk about that when your Chinese Grandmasters arrive!" Iida Daiju scoffed. "For now, you only have two choices: to be killed or crippled in the fight, or to kneel here and beg for mercy!"

"Kneel and beg, kneel and beg!"

"Stupid Chinamen! HAHAHA!"

The three Great Grandmasters from Japan, as well as the hundred or so Martial Artists with Hidden Force behind them, all burst into laughter, displaying utmost arrogance, not considering the over one hundred members of the Chinese martial arts delegation a threat.

Jiang Tai, Wei Min, and over a hundred martial arts students all felt an immense humiliation, their fists clenched tightly, jaws gripped firm, and eyes fixated on these Japanese. Their eyes were full of resentful anger.

Now, they felt a deep sense of powerlessness facing the three Great Grandmasters and the hundred or so with Hidden Force. They were simply incapable!

Too weak!

The delegation sent by China was too weak; their strongest were only three with Open Force!

But why!?

Why was Japan doing this!?

"Alright!" Just then, Tsuchimikado Soichiro from the Japanese Ministry of Sport suddenly spoke up. He then walked to the front and said to Iwamura Natsuo, Kimura Sorao, and Iida Daiju, "Three Grandmasters, that will be enough. Please leave."

"Is that time already?" Iwamura Natsuo frowned, an expression of displeasure crossing his face, but it seemed as if he was wary of something. He snorted coldly, "Fine, we're leaving!"

"Chinamen! Consider yourselves lucky!" Kimura Sorao looked down disdainfully at Jiang Tai and the others, then turned to the Japanese Martial Artists with Hidden Force behind him and said, "Let's go. Back we go."

"The time to tease monkeys is always so short," Iida Daiju chuckled a few times and said, "Let's get moving. This is pointless."

After the three finished speaking, they actually turned to leave. The hundred or so Hidden Force experts also followed them into the distance.

Jiang Tai, Wei Min, and the others were left dumbfounded. They wore expressions of utter astonishment, looking at these Japanese people in disbelief.

What's going on?

The faces of the other hundred or so students were filled with humiliation, even more anger than before!

It was as if these three Japanese Grandmasters of Transcendence were treating them as objects of amusement, like monkeys that could be played with at will!

Insult!

This was a blatant, undisguised insult!!

"Tsuchimikado Soichiro! What on earth is going on!?" Jiang Tai looked at the official from the Japanese Ministry of Sport, saying, "What exactly do you mean by this?"

"Nothing in particular," Tsuchimikado Soichiro turned around, looked at Jiang Tai, and smiled. "As you all saw, the three Grandmasters and these hundred or so intermediate Martial Artists were not actually here to have an exchange with you. It was just a whim, to frighten you a little and see if the bones of you Chinese people are still as hard as they were decades ago. Now, it seems you've performed quite well. Let's go. I'll take you to meet the real Japanese martial arts delegation."

Jiang Tai and the other Chinese trainees showed a moment of shock, then anger filled their eyes, fists clenched, veins popping on their foreheads, their whole bodies trembling, rage reaching its peak!

A fake! So it was all a fake!?

A whim!? Just to frighten us!? To see if the bones of Chinese people are still tough!?

What do they take Chinese people for!? Monkeys!?

Japan is truly too arrogant, utterly unbridled!!

"Seems like you are quite angry!" Iwamura Natsuo, who had turned intending to leave, looked back with a face full of scorn and said, "Remember, the weak have no right to be angry. We spared you this time. That's your luck. Be thankful to us, HAHAHA!"

"HAHAHA! A bunch of weak ants, and they're still getting angry here. It's so amusing!" Kimura Sorao also started laughing, waving the katana in his hand. "With the lot of you, more than a hundred people, one slash from me, and half of you would be dead!"

"Sorao, has your swordsmanship regressed?" Iida Daiju also broke into laughter, saying, "With one strike of my Gichin Sword Dao, I could kill two-thirds of these people! HAHA!"

"You just wait!" Jiang Tai roared, "Our Huaxia Grandmasters will one day come to your Japan and make you pay back all the humiliation we've suffered today!"

"Right! You just wait! Our Grandmasters will come to wash away the disgrace!"

"Little Japan! You just wait!"

The crowd was inflamed; more than a hundred trainees stirred up, shouting in anger.

"Alright then, we'll wait!" Iwamura Natsuo suddenly stopped his stride, his icy gaze sweeping over the ship, sneering, "A bunch of Chinamen, truly unappreciative! If it weren't for the government's constraints against laying hands on you trash, do you believe you would all be corpses right now? So you want to wash away your disgrace, huh? Fine! I'll give you a chance! I'll choose one person from this ship to duel me. If he can make me take one step back, I will kneel and apologize to you!"

"I'll do it!" Jiang Tai stepped forward first.

"Get lost!" Iwamura Natsuo scoffed disdainfully, not even glancing his way, and said, "I told you already, the government has asked us not to lay hands on you trash, so the person I choose will be someone else on this cruise ship besides you all!"

On this luxury cruise ship, there were not only the Chinese martial arts delegation but also ordinary tourists. Many people's expressions changed drastically when they heard his words.

"HAHAHA! I love that look of fear on you Chinamen!" Iwamura Natsuo laughed heartily, his gaze scanning around, starting to choose.

At this moment, Qin Heng had just come out from the cabin onto the deck. He hadn't been in the crowd until now. Instead, he had been inspecting the cabin to see if there was any anomaly that would make the Onmyoji clan of Japan go to such lengths to sink this ship. Unfortunately, he had found nothing.

Now, as he came out, he walked right into Iwamura Natsuo's line of sight.

"You, boy, come down here!" Iwamura Natsuo snorted coldly, pointing at Qin Heng.

All eyes on the scene immediately converged on the person Iwamura Natsuo had chosen.

A young man, around seventeen or eighteen years old. Handsome and sunny, dressed in a simple blue tracksuit. No matter how you looked at it, he was just a very ordinary youth.

Qin Heng was slightly taken aback, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Iwamura Natsuo and said coolly, "Insect, are you talking to me?"