He actually managed to suppress the elder of the Liu family with just a single aura.
Yang Feng glanced in that direction, but only for a moment before turning his gaze back to the arena.
At this moment, Liu Hanlu was using all her strength to dodge Miyamoto Fuji's sword attacks.
He looks like he's under a lot of pressure.
They were being relentlessly suppressed.
"Damn it! How despicable! This Japanese dog actually fights with a knife! How shameless!"
"Disgusting."
"Well, that young man from Japan is undeniably strong..."
The martial artists in the stands began to protest Liu Hanlu's injustice, and they started discussing it amongst themselves.
Unfortunately, their strength was ultimately insufficient.
"die!"
Miyamoto Fuji's expression grew even colder, his inner strength surging through his sword, increasing its damage several times over, and even containing a terrifying aura of destruction.
He slashed down hard at Liu Hanlu's shoulder.
"not good!"
As a Chinese citizen and a referee in this martial arts competition, Wu Long was bound to step in to help.
However, just like the First Elder of the Liu family, he was directly suppressed by the powerful pressure.
"What?"
"What kind of power is this?!"
Wu Long is a figure on the list of top masters in China, yet he was actually suppressed by a single pressure. It's simply unbelievable.
His gaze was filled with horror as he looked at the two men in straw hats opposite him.
He clenched his teeth, seething with anger.
But deep down, I felt utterly helpless.
Was he really going to stand by and watch his compatriots be slaughtered by the Japanese...?
There's no way!
Many of the female martial artists present were so nervous that they closed their eyes tightly, not daring to look any further.
"Student Liu, take this sword!"
Suddenly, a calm and indifferent voice rang out, accompanied by a fiery red light that burst forth with endless flames, its chilling aura carrying a terrifying aura of destruction!
Upon hearing this voice, Liu Hanlu's delicate body trembled violently, and she then discovered that a fiery red longsword had appeared in her hand.
Without realizing it, he raised his sword, and the fiery red longsword easily blocked the young Japanese man's drawn sword!
"when!"
A crisp, piercing sound echoed throughout the entire martial arts arena.
"Nanigodo?!"
Miyamoto Fujii kept backing away, his body becoming unsteady, and a chip appeared in the katana in his hand.
His eyes held a look of disbelief and horror.
He stared intently at the fiery red longsword in Liu Hanlu's hand.
Flames, like lava, flowed across its surface, ready to erupt at any moment.
The sword in Miyamoto Fuji's hand trembled slightly.
"What's going on?"
Miyamoto Fuji looked at the katana in his hand; this weapon was one of the best in the island nation.
Upon seeing this fiery red longsword from China today, I was actually trembling.
There was a strange sense of fear.
Miyamoto Fuji had heard in his family that there were emperor swords, and seeing other swords would evoke strange thoughts.
At the time, he naturally didn't believe it.
After all, this is the 21st century. Who would believe such superstitious beliefs?
But now, I have actually seen it.
"This longsword..."
Liu Hanlu held the Flame Sword in both hands, then looked at Yang Feng, who was in the Liu family's position.
He simply smiled calmly at me...
"As Chinese people, we must not bring shame to our motherland. Keep it up!"
Upon hearing this, Liu Hanlu nodded heavily to Yang Feng, a feeling of inexplicable emotion welling up in her heart, before turning her gaze to Miyamoto Fuji.