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In front of the crowd, he actually lost, and was knocked out by a slap from Wang Longhu.

Ohta Ichiro came to his senses, instantly consumed by rage, ignoring the fact that he was participating in a martial arts exchange between two countries.

As a representative of the Treasure House lineage, he was upholding the honor of the Japan Island Ancient Martial Arts school. If the news of him being slapped and defeated got out, he would surely be too ashamed to face anyone.

The overseas martial artist circle is not a land of tranquility; for martial artists, face is everything. Face equals status.

To lose is to lose status; such an outcome is worse than being beaten to death in a duel.

Bam!

While everyone was still immersed in the discussions about his defeat by Wang Longhu, Ohta Ichiro, sitting on the ground, suddenly sprang up like a carp.

He struck with a powerful punch towards Wang Longhu's head. Although Wang Longhu hadn't been continuously focused on this little devil,

the benefits of heightened spirit were perfectly showcased at this moment.

Any slight movement in the surroundings became extremely sensitive to Wang Longhu's senses, so when Ohta Ichiro acted strangely, he instantly reacted instinctively.

With one hand, he pushed aside Ohta Ichiro's wrist. Wang Longhu frowned, unleashing a straight right fist, yet as he was about to hit Ohta Ichiro, he felt some compassion.

Martial arts are techniques to kill. Wang Longhu had his share of departed souls and wasn't afraid to kill, but in this moment, under everyone's gaze, adding a life wasn't good.

Especially now when it was merely a martial arts exchange, with both martial artists focusing on sparring. If someone were to die, it would stir big public opinion.

In an instant, Wang Longhu softened his heart, loosened his fist, and struck Ohta Ichiro's chest with the back of his hand. This act was an unspoken gesture to spare him, leaving Ohta Ichiro a chance to live.

But unexpectedly, Ohta Ichiro didn't see it that way; he was determined to fight Wang Longhu to the death, resolved to settle a score.

The moment he was struck on the chest by Wang Longhu's hand, he immediately used Dark Force to resist and simultaneously stepped forward, aiming straight at Wang Longhu's center, like a warhorse conquering territory.

The human body often has more explosive power in the legs than in the arms.

Ohta Ichiro's kick was delivered with full force; even a martial artist versed in Dark Force could suffer serious injury if caught off-guard.

Such an aggressive move clearly wasn't in the spirit of sincere sparring.

"What's that little devil doing? Can't accept losing, still fighting after defeat."

"The little devil's anxious, truly narrow-minded. We of Wudang have lost many times without such relentless pestering, yet they can't stand losing once."

"Stop fighting quickly, how despicable, who'll take responsibility if someone dies?"

The surrounding Wudang Daoists saw Ohta Ichiro fighting relentlessly and immediately rebuked him loudly.

But by now, Ohta Ichiro no longer paid attention to these stray remarks; every move he made was a powerful attempt to kill, aiming for vital points.

Faced with Ohta Ichiro's incoming kick, Wang Longhu swiftly raised his leg to block with his knee.

This man kept breaking the rules again and again; even a clay man would have some temper, let alone Wang Longhu.

Facing Ohta Ichiro's changes of tactics, a trace of murderous intent flashed in Wang Longhu's eyes, and he suddenly stepped down with force, like a fierce horse raising its legs and stomping.

Seeing this, Ohta Ichiro hurriedly moved his foot, intending to dodge, but Wang Longhu was faster, and this step was merely a feint.

The real move was hidden behind the feint.

He swung his single hand like a whip, and with a loud clap, struck Ohta Ichiro on the chest, immediately sounding a crack of breaking bones.

Ohta Ichiro instantly spewed blood foam from his mouth, as Wang Longhu's powerful palm directly injured his internal organs, probably crushing his lungs.

But Wang Longhu wasn't planning to hold back, he executed a flurry of double palms, consecutively striking Ohta Ichiro's chest. Finally, he withdrew his right hand and delivered a fatal third palm on Ohta Ichiro's crown.

This was precisely the King Yama Three Points Water move from the Eight Ultimate Moves!

"Ugh!!"

Ohta Ichiro had no time to react, his eyes instantly burst with blood vessels, blood flooding his vision, his whole body thrown back like a tattered sack.

This time Wang Longhu spared no effort, and Ohta Ichiro rolled and landed heavily six or seven meters away, completely motionless.

The entire venue fell silent, everyone found it hard to believe as they watched the blood constantly seeping from Ohta Ichiro's mouth.

Within seconds, a small pool of blood had accumulated beneath his head.

"Mr. Ohta!"

"Ohta-san!"

It took a full seven or eight seconds before his compatriots realized what had happened; they were shocked and terrified, rushing to Ohta Ichiro's body and lifting him from the ground.

But Ohta Ichiro showed no sign of movement or reaction, appearing no different from a corpse.

"You! You actually killed Mr. Ohta!"

A member of the martial arts exchange group pointed directly at Wang Longhu and shouted, his expression twisted in anger.

As a descendant of the Japan Island Ancient Martial Treasure House lineage, Ohta Ichiro's status was naturally not simple. Besides serving as headquarters, he likely had another purpose in coming with the martial arts exchange group: to gain prestige.

After Wudang's previous failures, these little devils had formed the stereotype that Wudang had no experts, prompting them to send someone to participate and gild their own achievements.

In today's world, even experts need the boost of reputation to become known worldwide and gain fame.

Competing with martial artists from other countries and winning was undoubtedly the best way to gain prestige.

Like the international fighting tournament UFC.

What Ohta Ichiro and his companions could never have imagined was the appearance of an unpredictable factor like Wang Longhu in this martial arts exchange.

"Although sparring is for practice, it's not without the risk of fatalities. As martial artists, you should be prepared for death when you make a move."

Wang Longhu crossed his arms behind his back, gazing disdainfully at all the little devils as he said, "Do you have any complaints? Feel free to come for revenge."

Faced with Wang Longhu's gaze, those little devil martial artists who had been angrily clamoring suddenly fell silent, not daring to meet his eyes.

For some reason, Wang Longhu's gaze at this moment was overwhelmingly terrifying, making them feel as if they were being watched by a ferocious beast, ready to pounce and tear them apart at any second.

"Heh." Seeing the little devils' response, Wang Longhu sneered, then turned to walk towards the Celestial Martial Daoist.

The aftermath of a death in a martial arts exchange could not simply be downplayed, so Wudang was no longer a place to linger; Wang Longhu needed to complete his objectives for coming to Wudang.

"Celestial Martial Daoist, although there are still a few martial artists from the little devil side who haven't gone on stage, it seems clear from their appearance now that they're afraid to spar with me. I should have won, right? Does your earlier promise still hold?" Wang Longhu asked with a smile.

From this demeanor, an uninformed person couldn't tell that just moments ago, Wang Longhu had casually taken a life.

Celestial Martial Daoist looked slightly stunned at Wang Longhu.

The death of Ohta Ichiro was handled with astonishing calm by this guy, calm as if he had killed a chicken or a mosquito.

Anyone who had never killed could not possibly behave this way, indicating that Wang Longhu was already a ruthless person stained with blood.

"It does. I keep my word. You won't need to worry about this anymore; someone will handle it. Come with me."

Celestial Martial Daoist was only momentarily astonished before quickly returning to normal.

The strength of a martial artist largely depends on their performance under pressure, and only through life-and-death battles can this be greatly enhanced.

One can definitely say that a martial artist who's never fought desperately can't reach high levels, especially one like Wang Longhu, a young Dark Force expert.

Having someone just train and feed him moves won't nurture such skill; only constant actual combat, endless combat, allows for true potential.

Celestial Martial Daoist shook his head with a wry smile, thinking to himself, "This kid's already reached the level of Dark Force; how could he not have a few lives on his hands? I'm really getting old, with my mind growing dull."

Under everyone's watch, Celestial Martial Daoist led Wang Longhu away without anyone stopping them or showing sympathy for the slain Ohta Ichiro.

On the contrary, the Wudang Daoists' eyes were filled with excitement and admiration.

Wang Longhu's sudden rise was like the arrival of divine soldiers, greatly uplifting the spirit of the people.