“Courting death!” Hector Fujita couldn’t hold back anymore when he heard this—those words felt like getting slapped seven or eight times in a row.
In an instant, Hector Fujita gathered his full power, unleashing a surge of overwhelming Saint King qi. As Japan’s top powerhouse, his strength was nearly at God Realm—yet when facing Ryan Ling, he still refused to use the Divine Origin Pill, all for the sake of pride.
Right now, the Eagle King from the World Dominion Society was watching nearby. Deep down, Hector didn’t want to rely on their help to beat this kid.
“Hegemon Fist, Thousand Punches as One!” Hector roared, instantly unleashing a torrent of fist force at Ryan Ling.
Everyone around was stunned—just in the blink of an eye, Hector unleashed over a thousand punches, each one ferocious and almost at peak Saint King level.
At that moment, many Japanese elites broke into smiles—this was exactly how their number one expert should fight.
But Ryan Ling didn’t back down at all. He just clenched his fist and smashed out a punch toward the air.
That single punch was stronger than a thousand—instantly, it stopped the whole thousand-punch barrage cold!
“How is this possible?” Hector Fujita was floored. The Hegemon Fist was his personally created ultimate move, its domineering qi supposed to sweep away everything. Even same-realm experts couldn’t block a thousand-punch combo—but Ryan Ling had shattered it with just one punch.
Ryan grinned, "Heh, you haven’t seen anything yet. Hegemon Fist? With moves like that, you really don’t deserve your number one title..." As soon as he finished, the power in his punch spiked again, forcing Hector to stumble back two steps.
Hector’s face changed instantly—he had to activate his full Saint King defense just to barely stay standing. But with that punch, his internal qi was already thrown into chaos!
“Wait, am I seeing this right? The Hegemon Fist is supposed to be Japan’s national fist, praised by the imperial family—how could it get blocked by this kid’s punch?” Down below, Princess Makoto Akiyama screamed, her voice raw and hysterical.
“Princess, don’t get so worked up! It’s only the beginning. Lord Hector will definitely win, definitely!” A royal matron quickly tried to comfort her.
“Win? If he wins, that’s a miracle. He already lost the first round—he’ll only lose harder next! And he had the nerve to ask our boss to surrender? Shameless!” Harvey ‘Million’ Jin couldn’t help but shout.
“Exactly! Shameless! Japan’s number one is just a shameless clown!” Others chimed in, even members of the Huaxia Dragon Group were laughing. To them, Ryan was obviously the real top expert—no doubt about it!
“You? How dare you insult Lord Hector!” The Japanese elites all shouted through gritted teeth.
“So what if I insult him? Is he even worthy to be Master Ling’s opponent?” Sophia Long sneered.
With that one line, she shut down all the Japanese on the spot. At this point, trash talk was pointless—every country in East Asia was watching this fight. Only victory mattered now!
“Lord Hector, you have to win! The Emperor himself is waiting for your victory!” Princess Makoto Akiyama shouted, her voice ringing out.
Hector stepped back a few paces, finally steadying himself. The panic from before was gone, but now he couldn’t help squeezing the Divine Origin Pill, nerves stretched to the limit.
But he still hadn’t taken the Divine Origin Pill—instead, he gripped the sword in his hand.
In a flash, golden light burst forth—a Coiling Dragon Sword appeared in Hector’s hand.
“The empire’s oldest divine sword—Coiling Dragon Sword! The Fujita clan once used it to slay a God Realm expert and several Saint Kings. Now that this sword is out, that Chinese kid is doomed!” As the blade appeared, a bunch of Japanese elites shouted—clearly, all the old hands recognized it.
“Kid, we’ve compared fists—now let’s compare sword arts. I’ll show you whether Japan’s number one Sword Saint is just an empty title!” Hector spun the Coiling Dragon Sword, forming a massive flaming cross.
“Air‑Cleave Slash!” As soon as Hector spoke, a golden beam exploded forth—the slash was so powerful, it was almost a quasi-God Realm strike.
Ryan’s face darkened, but he still didn’t dodge. He didn’t even use his fist force—just activated his own qi shield. It was bizarre, like a martial‑arts Golden Bell, only way stronger than any Golden Bell ever.
But using his body to block the Coiling Dragon Sword head-on? That made everyone’s scalp tingle—this was pure madman behavior!
Trying to block the Coiling Dragon Sword with raw flesh—yep, that’s insane!
But this was Ryan Ling, after all. He’d pulled off so many miracles by now—one after another, nonstop!
Everyone’s eyes went wide, waiting to see what would happen next!
“Arrogant little punk, I’ll cut you to pieces!” Hector was losing his cool, roaring as his sword qi surged even stronger.
In that instant, a shrill boom rang out around Ryan Ling—it sounded like a sword smashing into a steel plate ten meters thick, piercingly loud!
But nobody cared about their own ears—everyone craned their necks, dying to see what Ryan would look like after taking that hit!
A few seconds later, the smoke cleared—and there was Ryan, still standing! His clothes were torn, but his body wasn’t injured at all.
“Just how strong is this kid? Did he already reach God Realm?” The Huaxia Dragon Group captain’s eyes went wide—after that punch and now this block, he finally got it: Ryan was absolutely top-tier!
“Awesome! That’s a real tough guy—so badass!” Sophia Long shouted, sounding just like a fangirl spotting her idol.
Meanwhile, a bunch of Japanese elites just collapsed onto the ground—two blows in a row, and the weaker ones couldn’t handle it anymore!
And Hector was totally stunned. He was the one throwing the attack, so he knew exactly how powerful it was!
“Relax, take your time—I’ll wait!” Ryan Ling smiled and waved at Hector, telling him to steady himself.
“Bakayaro!” But the calmer Ryan acted, the more furious Hector became—he swung his sword again in a wild slash.
“Coiling Dragon Eighteen Slashes—die!” Hector roared, sword qi erupting wildly. Flaming arcs swept the air, merging into a colossal fire dragon.
“Eighteen Slashes? Ha! The sword qi’s unstable, barely forming a fire dragon. Looks cool, but it’s pointless—this move’s full of flaws!” Ryan shook his head. To him, these Eighteen Slashes were less practical than Hector’s earlier attack.
“Bakayaro! Bakayaro! I—I’ll kill you!” Hector was fuming. The fire dragon howled, diving for Ryan’s head—its power stacked from all eighteen slashes. All of Mount Fuji trembled, as if the volcano itself was about to erupt.
Boom! As Hector’s shout faded, a massive explosion went off above Ryan’s head. The fierce fire dragon was instantly caught in Ryan’s palm.
“How is this possible? Is Ryan really Japan’s nemesis?” Even the elites were stunned—and Princess Makoto Akiyama collapsed to the ground. Nobody expected this kind of miracle.
“Die!” Ryan Ling smiled coldly. As he spoke, the fierce fire dragon exploded, sending a giant, dazzling firework blooming atop Mount Fuji.
In that moment, everyone saw Ryan as an unbeatable god!
And right then, Hector’s eyes went blood-red. He knew—if he didn’t take the Divine Origin Pill now, defeat was certain…