Realm-Hopping Martial Master

Jiang Shu's words were soft. Their chilling tone, however, seemed to freeze the air around him.

His gaze swept across the room.

All the Fusang people who met his gaze felt as if they had been struck by lightning.

This was the witnessing Skill of a Hua Jing Master.

Without lifting a finger, his gaze alone could seize souls and make enemies tremble with bone-chilling fear.

"His name is Hamasaki Takahiro. His strength alone surpasses that of Peak Dark Force Martial Artists. It's normal that you're no match for him."

"No matter how good it is abroad, it's not home. Go back to the cruise ship. Do you remember what you promised me just now?"

"As for WeChat, we can add each other if fate allows."

The Xuanwu True Force and Vermilion Bird True Strength penetrated Hamasaki Takahiro's body, ice and fire clashing within.

His lower body turned freezing cold, and he could no longer feel his manhood; his blood felt as if it were about to freeze.

His upper body, however, blazed with heat; his vital organs felt as if they were about to ignite.

His meridians were severed. Of the two hundred and six bones in his body, not a single one remained intact!

In a mere instant, the Fusang beast, who moments ago seemed indomitable to Hua Yanqing, was crippled!

The choking sensation around his neck was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, steadily closing in.

Hamasaki Takahiro could only move his eyeballs, his gaze filled with indescribable terror.

He never imagined that in this territory, where he usually swaggered without a care, he would encounter such a demon.

He... he couldn't be human!

How could any human be so powerful?

How could a human wield the powers of ice and fire?

Whether it was the Martial Arts of Xia Country, Fusang Country, or the genetic abilities of Freedom Country, he had encountered them all.

But none possessed such Divine Power!

This demon was definitely not human.

A god?

Weren't the gods supposed to protect every Fusang citizen?

Hamasaki Takahiro's mind grew hazy, his thoughts becoming increasingly muddled and sluggish.

"You... What is your name?"

Hua Yanqing was completely stunned.

She didn't understand why the situation had reversed so drastically in such a brief moment.

This seemingly ordinary man before her possessed an unrivaled aura of power.

Could he be... a Hua Jing Master from Xia Country?

"You'll know when you reach the Dark Force realm."

Lifting Hamasaki Takahiro, Jiang Shu stomped his foot. The glass shards on the ground, drawn by his true force, shot out in all directions.

In the nightclub, every one of Hamasaki Takahiro's henchmen was pierced through the forehead.

He walked out of the nightclub as if no one else was there. One hand dragged a suitcase, while the other held a rope looped around Hamasaki Takahiro's neck, dragging him like a dead dog straight to the Imperial Martial Arts Dojo.

Although it was nighttime, inside the Imperial Martial Arts Dojo, many Fusang Martial Artists were still continuously practicing their techniques.

Compared to those from Xia Country, the Martial Artists of Fusang Country were more prone to self-brainwashing.

Once they began practicing Martial Arts, they trained day and night without cease.

Aikido.

Originating from Jujutsu, it was one of Fusang's most famous modern martial arts before the great changes to the world. Its main principle was using softness to overcome hardness, borrowing an opponent's force to redirect it.

"You are able to practice martial arts entirely thanks to Fusang's martial arts subsidies! Only our Fusang offers such subsidies!"

"Therefore, in the future, you must be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor and to the Imperial Martial Arts Dojo!"

"Don't be impressed that Xia Country is vast and has a deep heritage. In the past, didn't they tremble under Fusang's might? Over there, unless one reaches the Dark Force realm, they aren't even qualified to know about the existence of the Heaven and Earth Secret Realm! Isn't that laughable, I ask you?"

"A Martial Artist's strength grows most rapidly only in the early stages. In the future, our entire nation will consist of Martial Artists, every citizen a soldier! What country could possibly stand against our Fusang then!"

"Long live Fusang! Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

Inside the Imperial Martial Arts Dojo, a Martial Arts instructor was speaking, his eyes filled with fanaticism.

"Nozama Yuuta is your junior martial brother. His strength is only slightly weaker than yours. He now serves as a Martial Arts instructor in the Imperial Martial Arts Dojo. What he appears to teach is Aikido, but in essence, it's still our Xia Country's innate Guiding Skill. It was merely modified slightly and renamed the Fusang Body Technique."

"We have a saying in Xia Country: 'To try to draw a tiger and end up with a dog.' Do you know what that means?"

Jiang Shu had intentionally left Hamasaki Takahiro barely alive. He yanked the rope, his true force guiding it.

The power throughout his body erupted.

With a powerful throw, he hurled Hamasaki Takahiro's body like a cannonball directly at the Imperial Martial Arts Dojo's sign!

BANG!

A tremendous crash echoed in front of the Imperial Martial Arts Dojo.

Hamasaki Takahiro's body slammed to the ground. He coughed up mouthful after mouthful of fresh blood, hanging on by a mere thread.

"Who dares?!"

Nozama Yuuta leaped out from the Imperial Martial Arts Dojo.

He saw the Imperial Martial Arts Dojo's sign lying shattered in several pieces on the ground!

His pupils nearly burst from rage!

His gaze was savage as he glared at Jiang Shu. He charged forward furiously!

"You beast! You're courting death!"

The internal energy within his body erupted. Nozama Yuuta moved with extreme speed, the wind whistling past his ears.

His anger had flared too quickly. So quickly, in fact, that he failed to clearly see the figure lying on the ground: his own senior martial brother, Hamasaki Takahiro, whose strength surpassed his own.

The sign was the face of the Imperial Martial Arts Dojo. For the sign to be smashed was a direct challenge to the dojo!

He had the authority to kill anyone responsible on the spot!

"Noza..."

Hamasaki Takahiro desperately wanted to speak, but his throat was clogged with thick blood. Uttering even two syllables seemed to drain all his remaining strength.

Even now, he still didn't know who this man was.

But terror had seeped deep into his marrow.

The torment of ice and fire, witnessing death with a mere gaze...

His junior martial brother stood no chance.

Even their master would likely be killed instantly if he came!

BANG!