"Indeed, this tiny Japan dares to be the first to send troops against our great China! We cannot tolerate this!"
"Master, give the order!"
"Please give the order, Master!"
"Please give the order, Master!"
"Please give the order, Master!"
With the young master taking the lead, all the disciples voiced their support, eventually forming a powerful force that unanimously petitioned Xiao Ning.
Xiao Ning and Ren Tingting sat at the head of the table. He looked at the excited group of disciples below, some of whom were senior disciples who had already graduated, and others who were new disciples.
More than 200 people gathered together, and many more who lived far away were still on their way to Renjia Town.
Xiao Ning's gaze was calm, without any extreme emotions, as he slowly sipped his tea.
Ren Xiaoyao, who was standing at the very front, couldn't help but get anxious.
"At this critical moment, with the nation in peril, all of us brothers share only one wish: to drive the Japanese devils out of China! Father, what are you still hesitating for?"
"Could it be... that the older one gets, the more timid one becomes? Father... are you afraid?"
Upon hearing this, the hall immediately fell silent.
Such audacious words startled everyone, and no one dared to speak again, for fear of angering their master.
Ren Tingting quickly spoke up to stop him: "Yao'er, shut up! How dare you talk to your father like that! Apologize to your father right now!"
Xiao Ning put down his teacup, his face calm and expressionless. He looked at his stubborn son below, got up from his seat, and walked to stand in front of him.
"Yao'er, you are already twenty-two years old. Although you are not yet married, you are considered an adult. Your cultivation has reached the Grandmaster level, which ranks among the top among all the Xiao family disciples under my tutelage!"
"However, if you think that this level of cultivation allows you to act with impunity, you are sorely mistaken!"
He looked calmly at his son, who was as tall and handsome as himself, and said indifferently.
"This is a war between nations, involving the fate of hundreds of millions of people, and it is by no means a child's game!"
"A Grandmaster-level martial artist is really insignificant on a battlefield with hundreds of thousands of people. On the battlefield, guns and cannons have no eyes. You might lose your life in a single shell!"
"So, what can you do on the battlefield? Yao'er, tell your father!"
These seemingly ordinary words actually get straight to the heart of the problem.
After hearing his words, the martial arts school disciples looked at each other in bewilderment.
yes!
What can you do on the battlefield?
Over the past twenty years, the Xiao Family Martial Arts School has trained nearly a thousand disciples, all of whom have at least the seventh level of the Acquired Realm before being allowed to graduate by their master, Xiao Ning.
Today, some of them have inherited their family businesses, some have entered the military through connections, some have entered politics by virtue of their fathers' legacy, some have opened martial arts schools, and some have formed gangs and roamed the underworld...
It can be said that it represents all thirty-six trades, and every trade has its own.
They come from all corners of the world, from north to south.
But what can so few people do on the battlefield?
The war broke out too suddenly. Apart from Xiao Ning, no one expected that tiny Japan would dare to send troops to attack the great Eastern power, China.
This includes Ren Xiaoyao, as well as his fellow disciples.
"I……"
Ren Xiaoyao's expression froze, and under Xiao Ning's gaze, he finally lowered his proud head.
"I have no idea!"
He muttered something under his breath, then looked up again.
"But Father, are we just going to stand by and do nothing? Just watch as those Japanese devils burn, kill, plunder, run rampant, and act lawlessly on our Chinese soil?"
Ren Xiaoyao stared blankly, his eyes blazing with uncontrollable excitement.
A smile appeared on Xiao Ning's face, instantly easing the tense atmosphere in the hall.
"What, are you furious? Want to rush out and start a bloodbath?"
"I suppose that's what you all think too, right?"
After he finished speaking, he looked up at the people in the hall.
"Foolish! Ignorant!"
"We martial artists are full of passion, and that's a good thing!"
"But if you just rush forward blindly, you'll only end up doing something inferior—the behavior of a reckless fool!"
"The art of war says: The best strategy is to subdue the enemy without fighting; the next best is to attack their hearts and minds; the next best is to disrupt their alliances; the next best is to attack their armies; and the worst is to besiege their cities!"
"Furthermore, it is said: War is a matter of vital importance to the state, a matter of life and death, and therefore it is imperative to examine it carefully."
"You've all studied Sun Tzu's Art of War and the Thirty-Six Stratagems!"
"Use your brains and think carefully about what you should do. Think twice before you act, instead of rushing into battle like a swarm of bees!"