This was clearly the overwhelming power of Hector Fujita at God Realm—just the aura alone was enough to flatten all of Mount Fuji. When he unleashed that slash, the sky above the summit was instantly split in two: one half white, one half red. The sight was absolutely shocking.
"Damn, that's insane—a single sword splits yin and yang! This is the power of breaking through to God Realm. No other force could possibly split the sky like that except God Realm!" At this moment, even Marshal Black Tortoise's eyes went wide. His own strength was at peak Saint King, and the power of God Realm was something he could only dream of. But God Realm was a once-in-a-lifetime breakthrough—he'd spent years searching for a way to cross that threshold, and still couldn't manage it.
Across all of China, actual God Realm experts could be counted on one hand—those old monsters never showed their faces. Even the Dragon Group had a few, but guys like Marshal Black Tortoise barely ever got to meet them.
And just as Hector Fujita unleashed that move, all the phantom images of Ryan Ling encircling Mount Fuji exploded at once.
"No way Ryan Ling can block that, right?" At this point, the Japanese spectators were absolutely losing their minds. Some even wanted to rush up and start celebrating Hector's victory right then and there.
Even Hector himself took a long, deep breath, thinking this "hard-fought battle" was finally over. To be honest, as Japan's number one expert, he'd fought plenty of duels, but nobody had ever been this much of a pain—forcing him to break into God Realm just to win.
"Ugh!" Hector wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He'd won, sure, but his mood was clearly not that great—this fight had already cost him a ton of face.
But just as Hector was about to sheath his sword and head down the mountain, Ryan Ling's ghostly voice echoed from above: "So this is your so-called strongest God Realm slash? Honestly, I'm kinda disappointed!"
"What did you say? How—is that even possible? Ryan Ling, how the hell are you still alive?" Ryan's words hit Hector like a thunderclap; his knees nearly buckled on the spot.
"Sigh, not only is your strength lacking, your eyesight's trash too. Is this really the best Japan's got?" As Ryan finished speaking, his whole figure suddenly appeared right behind Hector.
Marshal Black Tortoise was totally falling apart, tears welling in his eyes.
"Marshal Black Tortoise, sir, are you okay?" A Dragon Group member hurried over, looking worried.
"None of your business! I'm—I'm gonna butcher that kid, butcher him!" Marshal Black Tortoise fumed.
"Calm down, sir! Seriously, Marshal Black Tortoise, you can't take him. I think that kid's already stronger than God Realm. Even if we all charged together, we'd just be cannon fodder!" the team captain blurted out.
"Aaaaah!" Marshal Black Tortoise was on the verge of total meltdown.
Meanwhile, on Mount Fuji's summit, Ryan Ling's voice rang out again. Compared to Hector Fujita's roaring, Ryan sounded gentle—but the force in his hands was anything but, absolutely wild.
"Hector Fujita, today I'll show you true Huaxia divine arts—Infernal Madblade Style, Hell Mad Blade Eighteen Styles, kill!" The moment Ryan finished, an almost invincible saber light howled forth.
With a slicing roar, the first ten forms of the Infernal Madblade Style swept out in one continuous chain. Every slash was savage, every blow unstoppable, and each one flowed into the next. Japan's so-called sword ancestors were supposed to be untouchable, but with this strike, every samurai sword in the crowd snapped in half, even their scabbards exploded on the spot.
As for Hector Fujita, the instant Ryan unleashed the Hell Mad Blade Eighteen Styles, his God Realm aura collapsed. He lost all ability to attack and was stuck in pure defense.
Ten strikes in a row—at first Hector could barely hold on, but by the end his defenses totally collapsed. His battle robe shredded, his legs gave out, and he crashed to his knees. Even the mighty Coiling Dragon Sword was chipped and cracked all over!
"God Realm? Hector Fujita, you think God Realm is so amazing? No matter how strong you get, I'll kill you today—and I'll do it right in front of all Japan. Number one in Japan? Heh, sorry, but I've only got two words for you—trash!" Ryan finished, eyes locked on Hector and every Japanese fighter present.
He looked absolutely unbeatable.
"He did it! Ryan Ling won! Huaxia's youth just crushed Japan's top expert—Ryan's invincible, Huaxia's invincible!" Down below, Jin Million and the rest of Ryan's crew shouted at the top of their lungs. All the Chinese on site, and millions more watching online, went absolutely wild. Every streaming platform broadcasting the fight exploded as Ryan delivered his killer line.
"Lord Hector, please, you have to get up! We can't afford to lose—Japan can't afford it!" All the Japanese present wailed, while the Chinese cheered and Japan was drowned in sorrow.
Hector Fujita clearly understood. He sucked in a huge breath, then suddenly sprang up and ripped off a strip of white cloth, tying it around his forehead. Instantly, the character for 'death' appeared.
"Ryan Ling, don't get cocky! Even if it costs me my life, I'll fight you to the death!" Hector roared. His clothes exploded off, muscles bulged, and he unleashed every last ounce of power. At that instant, the raging magma dragon behind him shot into his body, setting him ablaze.
"Lord Hector..." Seeing this, all the Japanese collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down their faces.
Ryan Ling paused, realizing Hector Fujita was insanely hard-boned. He'd fused with the whole magma dragon—his power skyrocketed, his potential was fully unleashed, but even if he won, Hector's life was forfeit!
Marshal Black Tortoise was totally falling apart, tears welling in his eyes.
"Marshal Black Tortoise, sir, are you okay?" A Dragon Group member hurried over, looking worried.
"None of your business! I'm—I'm gonna butcher that kid, butcher him!" Marshal Black Tortoise fumed.
"Calm down, sir! Seriously, Marshal Black Tortoise, you can't take him. I think that kid's already stronger than God Realm. Even if we all charged together, we'd just be cannon fodder!" the team captain blurted out.
"Aaaaah!" Marshal Black Tortoise was on the verge of total meltdown.
Meanwhile, on Mount Fuji's summit, Ryan Ling's voice rang out again. Compared to Hector Fujita's roaring, Ryan sounded gentle—but the force in his hands was anything but, absolutely wild.
"Hector Fujita, today I'll show you true Huaxia divine arts—Infernal Madblade Style, Hell Mad Blade Eighteen Styles, kill!" The moment Ryan finished, an almost invincible saber light howled forth.
With a slicing roar, the first ten forms of the Infernal Madblade Style swept out in one continuous chain. Every slash was savage, every blow unstoppable, and each one flowed into the next. Japan's so-called sword ancestors were supposed to be untouchable, but with this strike, every samurai sword in the crowd snapped in half, even their scabbards exploded on the spot.
As for Hector Fujita, the instant Ryan unleashed the Hell Mad Blade Eighteen Styles, his God Realm aura collapsed. He lost all ability to attack and was stuck in pure defense.
Ten strikes in a row—at first Hector could barely hold on, but by the end his defenses totally collapsed. His battle robe shredded, his legs gave out, and he crashed to his knees. Even the mighty Coiling Dragon Sword was chipped and cracked all over!