"Run! Run for your lives!"

"Devil! He's a devil!"

The group of Japanese screamed in terror, trying to turn and flee, not daring to face Qin Heng. They were usually considered strong in their own right. In Japan, a practitioner of Hidden Force was a mid-level Samurai. Even as bodyguards, their monthly salary was over two million yen. They were definitely considered experts. But now, they were all terrified into a frantic escape, like ducks scurrying everywhere.

"Think you can escape!?" Qin Heng sneered coldly. "With your meager strength, you think you can run from me? Ridiculous!"

With that, his figure flickered, instantly transforming into a gust of wind.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Qin Heng's figure flashed, stirring up fierce winds.

BOOM! BOOM!

He rampaged forward like an Ancestral Tyrant Dragon charging into a flock of modern-day sheep, plunging directly into the midst of the Japanese! He cut through them effortlessly, like slicing melons and vegetables!

A punch for each one!

A palm for each one!

A kick for each one!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Muffled thuds and resounding booms echoed, accompanied by continuous screams! And one after another, the Japanese Martial Artists were sent flying! It was like an elephant slaughtering ants!

Those on the cruise ship, like Jiang Tai, watched with wide eyes, their faces filled with disbelief.

"My God, Qin Xuantian has really made his move! He's going to kill off all of Japan's Martial Artists!"

"Too brutal! Too powerful! Unbelievable!"

Everyone couldn't help but exclaim. Qin Heng was now killing a Japanese Martial Artist with each punch, and all of them were at the Hidden Force level; this completely defied logic! In the eyes of Jiang Tai and Wei Min, Qin Heng had become unimaginably powerful, so much so that it exceeded their wildest imagination. All they could do was sigh inwardly. Truly worthy of being number one on the Earth List, proclaimed as the invincible champion of the world!

SLASH! With a final tearing sound piercing the air, Qin Heng's hand, like a blade, ended the life of the last Japanese Hidden Force expert, severing his head and sending it flying into the air as blood gushed out like a fountain!

"Too weak. Really, too weak. Are these your Japanese Martial Artists?" Qin Heng stood amidst the pools of blood, looking at the Japanese government officials who were scared senseless, and sneered, "What a rubbish nation. Why does such a nation even exist in the world?"

"You bastard!"

"Fool!"

The Japanese government officials couldn't help but curse back. Japanese government officials were usually brainwashed to a certain degree to ensure loyalty to the country. For that very reason, they typically became extremely agitated upon hearing anyone insult Japan. These few were no exception.

BANG! BANG!

Qin Heng flicked his fingers in succession, instantly unleashing several gusts of force that directly struck those Japanese government officials.

RIP! It was as if the air itself was being ripped apart.

The Japanese man nearest to him was hit by two gusts of force unleashed by Qin Heng!

BANG!

He exploded into a mist of blood on the spot!

Then, the rest of the Japanese government officials died on the spot under Qin Heng's attacks.

In the end, only five people were left, kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and begging Qin Heng for mercy.

"Go!" Qin Heng did not kill them, sparing their lives. He said solemnly, "Go back and tell everyone in Japan that I, Qin Xuantian, have come! I've come to completely subjugate Japan!"

"AH! AH! AHH!!" The remaining five Japanese screamed in horror, scrambled into their car without a second thought, and drove away from the Tokyo Bay port. Before long, they had vanished without a trace.

Jiang Tai and the others were now completely dumbfounded. Looking at the blood-stained ground and bodies, and at Qin Xuantian, who resembled a god of slaughter, they trembled with excitement! Killing the Japanese! Killing the devils! What a thrill!

Many Chinese had fantasized about personally killing the Japanese devils! After all, no one would forget the deep-seated hatred from the catastrophe that befell Huaxia decades ago. The Japanese had committed heinous crimes, so grievous that even if every single one of them were to die, it wouldn't be enough to atone!

"Grandmaster Qin's righteousness! Grandmaster Qin's righteousness!"

Jiang Tai and the others bowed deeply to Qin Heng, thanking him for saving them and expressing their admiration. Anyone who killed the Japanese was a hero!

Qin Heng glanced back at them and nodded slightly. Then, with a light tap of his foot, he took to the air and, to the disbelief of everyone watching, left the Tokyo Bay port, heading towards Tokyo.

"Flying! He's actually flying! How is that possible!?"

"My God! Is Qin Xuantian an Immortal?"

Jiang Tai and the rest were immediately stunned, watching Qin Heng's departing figure with wide eyes and faces filled with shock. A man flying into the sky without any tools—it was unbelievable!

「Qin Xuantian arrived in Japan!」

And at the Tokyo Bay port, he killed three Japanese Grandmasters and over a hundred Hidden Force Martial Artists! This news quickly appeared on the Martial Dao forums in China, immediately causing a sensation.

Some applauded, exclaiming that killing the devils was satisfying. Of course, there were also those who strongly condemned it, claiming that Qin Xuantian was too bloodthirsty. Thus, a debate erupted!

Many more people were puzzled as to what Qin Xuantian was doing in Japan, wondering if he, an Innate Grandmaster, could return in one piece by himself! After all, in modern society, Martial Artists were not the only threat, nor the greatest one. It was modern weapons—modern heavy weaponry! Even an Innate Grandmaster wouldn't dare to face a modern army directly; under the assault of combat helicopters, tanks, and artillery fire, high martial skills would be useless!

For this reason, a post appeared on the Martial Dao forum: "The Japan trip will be the last brilliance of the comet Qin Xuantian; he will die under the guns and artillery of Japan!"

It listed a series of examples where Martial Artists had faced off against modern armies head-on, from the incomplete firearms of a hundred years ago to the incredibly advanced military armaments of today! Example after example, and data after data, all illustrated that the power of modern weapons was growing stronger, while Martial Artists were increasingly outmatched.

Twenty years ago, in Europe, a battle occurred where an S-class fighter clashed head-on with an army. In the end, the European military killed that S-class fighter at the cost of only a hundred soldiers' lives.

S-class—this was the Western term, equivalent to China's Innate Grandmaster.

Actual examples and the power data of modern weaponry were all laid out in the forum thread. This made many people genuinely worried. Would Qin Xuantian truly die in Japan?

As for all this, Qin Heng didn't care.

At this moment, he had arrived in Tokyo, Japan's capital, the location of the Miyamoto family—the foremost Martial Dao family!

"Okita Sōji, rumored to be a genius swordsman from over a hundred years ago!" Qin Heng stood at a fork in the road, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked in the direction of the Miyamoto family's residence.

I hope you do not disappoint me!