"Now that's more like a real expert!" Ryan Ling smiled faintly. Honestly, he’d always looked down on Hector Fujita’s so-called God Realm—thought his strength was pretty average, not even worthy of a fight, and was actually a bit disappointed.
By all rights, someone in the God Realm shouldn’t be this weak. It was obvious Hector hadn’t broken through by his own power, but had only forced his way up by swallowing the Divine Origin Pill.
But now, with Hector fusing with the Mount Fuji magma dragon and unleashing all his power at once, Ryan finally felt a hint of pressure. When their strengths collided, he even vaguely felt a burning sting on his face.
It was only facing this kind of pressure that Ryan actually felt a real urge to fight.
"Ryan Ling, don’t get cocky! I might be easy to bully, but the god of Mount Fuji isn’t! Even if I die here today, I’ll make sure you die too!" Hector had been driven to desperation. He had no way out—and didn’t want one. In a flash, he gathered all his strength and charged Ryan like a flaming blade, his whole body erupting in furious fire!
That gigantic man-blade swung straight for Ryan’s skull, hacking down with overwhelming force—so fierce it seemed to shake the heavens!
Faced with this insane strike, Ryan clearly couldn’t afford to be as casual as before. He knew this time he had to show the results of his hell training—otherwise, with his old strength, he’d be in real trouble.
"Infernal Madblade—Hellflash, shroud the four quarters!" Ryan roared. In that instant, all eight rear forms of the Infernal Madblade Style erupted—moves he’d never shown before. As they appeared, the whole sky instantly went pitch black.
"No way—what kind of move is that?!" Hector was totally stunned. He was a sword expert and knew all about blade arts, but this kind of wild, domineering saber intent left him speechless. Clearly, he’d never seen anything this fierce or terrifying before.
In the blink of an eye, Hector was completely trapped in the center. Every slash Ryan threw out flickered with countless screaming ghost-shadows. Even crazier, the space boxed in by his saber began to warp—the mortal world vanished, turning into a terrifying Avici-like hell. Hector was totally trapped; he tried to break free, but the saber storm just kept coming, and there was no escape!
"Hector Fujita, now let me show you hell’s pain of splitting open heart and lungs!" As Ryan spoke, Hector’s belly suddenly split open with a thunderous crack, blood spraying across all of Mount Fuji.
In that instant, everyone watching—Japanese elites, Chinese experts, even millions of netizens—were utterly stunned. All stared in horror at this insane scene; none of them had ever seen a saber so domineering, a blade art so overwhelming!
"I refuse to believe that even with Mount Fuji’s god-power, I still can’t beat you! I refuse!" Hector was burning with frustration, screaming and roaring as the volcano’s magma erupted again—Mount Fuji itself seemed to be fighting for him!
"Cheap tricks. You really think you can challenge my Infernal Madblade with that? Die!" Ryan’s body shot up to Mount Fuji’s summit, unleashing a rainstorm of unstoppable saber strikes. And these weren’t just blades: mixed in were blizzards, divine fire, hordes of demons, and endless thunderbolts. In the blink of an eye, Mount Fuji became a colossal execution ground—no trace of its iconic beauty left.
Hector finally couldn’t hold out any longer—his body crashed down from the sky. At the same time, a gigantic footprint stamped him into the ground, and not just him: even the raging, erupting Mount Fuji was instantly ‘stuffed into a pocket,’ its spewing magma sealed tight!
"Is Heaven really going to destroy Japan?" Seeing this, Hector wailed in agony, totally broken.
It was like the very sky over Japan went dark in that moment.
"Heh, doesn’t a country like Japan deserve to be destroyed?" Ryan snorted coldly, not hesitating for a second. He swung his blade straight for Hector’s head.
"Let me finish you off for good—die!" Ryan said. Hector threw his head back and howled, more desperate than ever, but in that instant his whole body exploded apart.
Japan’s top powerhouse, right before everyone’s eyes, was completely slain by Ryan Ling!
His death was as miserable as it gets!
In the blink of an eye, all of Mount Fuji went silent. It was as if, the moment Hector died, the mountain spirit itself was strangled to death!
"How is this possible? Lord Hector can’t be dead—he just can’t! I must be seeing things, this can’t be real!"
"Lord Hector, Lord Hector, get up! Kill that punk—kill him!"
"Great Dawn God, open your eyes! Japan is about to be devoured by demons—save us!"
At that moment, every Japanese expert’s face changed. All stared in disbelief at Ryan Ling, floating down from Mount Fuji—because as soon as he set foot off the mountain, Japan’s sacred peak was severed in two!
Just then, Hector’s corpse fell from the sky. He was stone dead, but his eyes still stared fixedly at the heavens!
"Master! Master!" In that instant, Hector’s disciples screamed his name, rushing forward in a frenzy. Most people, though, just glared at Ryan Ling, hatred burning in their eyes—their grudge now too deep to ever forgive.
At this moment, most Japanese faces were filled with sorrow. This duel was lost—no question. But for them, it wasn’t just a duel: it was utter humiliation for Japan. More importantly, losing here meant Japanese martial arts were now crushed under China’s heel.
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For years, they’d hoped to use Hector Fujita, Chiba Shrine, and the thousands of warriors they’d trained to crush China’s spirit and become East Asia’s strongest martial nation. But now, that dream was shattered. This battle left a deep shadow in everyone’s heart—especially among Japan’s youth. For decades to come, Japanese martial arts might collapse entirely. As long as Ryan Ling survives, they’ll live under the shadow of today’s crushing defeat, never able to rise again!
With this battle, the age of Hector Fujita was over. He’d once been hailed as East Asia’s standard-bearer, but now Ryan Ling would carry that banner!
But while Japan was plunged into darkness, the Chinese side was cheering wildly. Crowds surged toward Ryan Ling, and his brothers even tossed him into the air in celebration!
Even the jealous Marshal Black Tortoise from the Dragon Group was jumping for joy. In their eyes, national honor was above all else—personal gains or losses meant nothing next to a victory for China’s reputation. No matter what, Ryan Ling was now a true national hero to them!
With Ryan Ling’s victory, Chinese netizens roared with excitement online. Forums, Weibo, and live streams all exploded—and it wasn’t just them. The Goldridge Military Region’s fleet, stationed off Japan’s coast, let loose a thunderous barrage of cannon fire.
For a moment, heaven and earth shook—it was as if the shame of Goldridge from years ago had finally been wiped away by Ryan Ling.
If anyone used to say Ryan Ling was too young, too inexperienced, not respected enough to lead Goldridge or rule Jiangnan, they’d better shut up now!
But just then, a sharp, discordant voice rang out.
"Ryan Ling, you bastard! You killed Lord Hector—don’t even think of leaving Kyoto, don’t even think of leaving Japan! Guards, surround all the Chinese!" The speaker was none other than Princess Makoto Akiyama, Japan’s imperial princess. With Hector dead, it seemed the whole imperial family was ready to fight Ryan to the death...