Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

Especially yesterday, when that young guy from Korea went one-on-ten against the Martial Arts Association, it completely set off a climax.

The young Korean stood proudly on the arena, looking at the people from the Martial Arts Association he had knocked to the ground, and said in stiff Chinese, coolly, "Huaxia has a saying, ’an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.’ I’m giving this sentence to you!"

In an instant, the fangirls around actually started cheering and screaming. That line was just too arrogant, and matched with his overbearing, fierce fighting just now, it was full of charm to these fangirls.

These scenes were streamed live and pushed out by the news, inflaming public anger, but also making everyone feel even more helpless.

Last day of the event, and although everyone was very disappointed, quite a lot of people still came, hoping for some kind of miracle.

"Chairman Yuan, today is the last day. If no one shows up again, you lose. When that happens, remember to sign the defeat agreement, and admit in front of the media that the Martial Arts Association is inferior to our Korea Taekwondo Association."

The president of the Korea Taekwondo Association, Park Myung Jun, said with a smile on his face.

He was just too happy, too vindicated. At the last martial exchange, they were brutally crushed by that burly guy, which became a massive humiliation.

He never expected that this time they would actually get strong backing from Hanxing Group, who even sent experts to help them, letting them straighten their backs and wash away their past disgrace.

Watching Jin Dongxu defeat ten people from the Martial Arts Association in one go, and then say that line, you could imagine how爽 Park Myung Jun felt; it was pure catharsis.

On the Martial Arts Association’s side, a group of people were shrouded in gloom, anger blazing in their eyes, yet they had no words to refute.

"Oh right, where’s that guy from last time? Wasn’t he supposed to be so strong? Doesn’t dare show up now? That’s really disappointing. Our Jin Dongxu is dying to have a match with him!"

Park Myung Jun shouted loudly, making the faces of the Martial Arts Association people change.

"He’ll be here today. Just you wait!" Military Commander Xiao said coldly. Now that the two sides had already torn all pretense of civility, there was no need for him to be polite.

"Then we’ll just wait and see." Park Myung Jun put away his smile, turned, and went back to the Korean side.

Walking up to a middle‑aged South Korean, Park Myung Jun’s face immediately took on a fawning smile. He respectfully asked in Korean, "Mr. Pei Xianjun, may I ask where Senior Fang is right now?"

Pei Xianjun glanced at him and said indifferently, "My master has his own matters to handle. Where would he find the time to worry about these trivialities?"

His tone was extremely cold, not polite in the slightest. He was a Primary War General Martial Artist; if not for orders from above telling them to casually help the Taekwondo Association win back some face, this Park Myung Jun wouldn’t even be qualified to talk to him.

The higher‑ups were also thinking about Korea’s development. As long as they won this time, their Taekwondo could become even more popular in Huaxia, with more young people worshiping Korea.

That way, it would not only boost Korea’s entertainment and tourism industries and raise its economy, but also form a sort of soft cultural invasion, unconsciously raising Korea’s status and power.

But these little things didn’t need his master to worry about.

"Of course, I wouldn’t dare pry into Senior Fang’s affairs. It’s just that that mysterious Martial Artist will show up today. If Senior Fang isn’t present, I’m afraid—"

Park Myung Jun said cautiously.

"Hmph, just a mere young Martial Artist, and you think my master needs to act personally?" Pei Xianjun snorted coldly. "Among the younger generation in Korea, my junior brother Jin Dongxu is already a first‑class Martial Arts Genius. In Huaxia, I doubt any youngster is his match."

"Besides, with me sitting here, what are you afraid of?"

After being scolded like that, Park Myung Jun didn’t dare say another word and hurriedly nodded again and again.

Standing on the arena, Jin Dongxu’s expression was indifferent as he suddenly shouted, "Does no one among you dare to come up? How about this, if you really can’t, you can send fifteen people at once!"

In the live stream room, the watching netizens instantly exploded in anger. This guy even wanted to fight fifteen at once—this was naked humiliation.

"Damn, these Martial Arts Association people are way too weak. They’re letting a Korean stick act this cocky."

"I’m waiting for that Warrior to show up and give that Korean stick a brutal lesson!"

"Today’s the last day, what Warrior are you still hoping for? He’s definitely scared and doesn’t dare show up!"

The viewer count had already dropped a lot. After all, watching this was just too humiliating, and people had lost hope.

"All of you Koreans can come together. Twenty, thirty, whatever you want!"

At this moment, an even more forceful voice rang out, like a great bronze bell. With eyes like ice, Zhong Ming strode out.

The mysterious Warrior had really appeared!

In an instant, the entire venue erupted in cries of shock. They couldn’t believe it—in the very last day, the mysterious figure whom countless people had hoped for yet despaired over had finally shown up.

The reporters who had been dispirited instantly came alive, all swinging their cameras toward Zhong Ming, watching this tough, powerfully‑built man stride up onto the arena.

The live stream room also burst into exclamations and heated discussion. A bunch of netizens started calling their friends over, and the viewer count was rapidly shooting up.

"He’s here, he really showed up. So badass!"

The crowd was overjoyed, too overjoyed.

"You’re that Huaxia person who beat Taekwondo last time. You finally showed up—I thought you were scared." Pei Xianjun looked at Zhong Ming, battle intent blazing in his eyes.

"Cut the crap. However many people you Koreans have, come up together. I don’t have time to play with you." Zhong Ming said coolly. He still had to be responsible for Wang Siyu’s safety.

Right now, the instructor was at Huayu Group; he needed to hurry back.

"Heh, you really are arrogant. Beating you, I alone am enough. I’m going to prove that our Korea Taekwondo is stronger than your Huaxia Martial Arts."

Jin Dongxu said proudly.

"I’ll oblige you!"

Zhong Ming had no interest in pointless chatter. Faced with a War Master Level Martial Artist, he had no intention of wasting even one extra word—this guy had no idea what kind of gap lay between them.

Zhong Ming stepped forward and suddenly swung a punch. Against an opponent of this level, he didn’t need any fancy moves or techniques.

It’s starting already? So fast. Everyone’s hearts jolted. This mysterious Warrior was indeed overbearing and decisive—no nonsense at all, he just went straight in.

Countless people’s hearts were full of expectation. They had finally waited for a clash between kings!

"Jin Dongxu, go for it! We’ll always support you!"

The fangirls in the gym were still shouting and cheering for Jin Dongxu, while a bunch of netizens in the live stream room were furious. This guy was Korea’s challenger, and he’d humiliated Huaxia this much, yet there were still fans cheering for him!

Everyone was hoping this Warrior could beat that Korean pretty boy into the floor and vent their anger hard.