Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

Even if he won, he wouldn’t be so arrogant. Zhong Ming’s dominance resonated with many, putting the entire live broadcast room in a frenzy.

"Our Huaxia is known for its etiquette, isn’t this somewhat improper, tarnishing the grace of our nation?" Sure enough, someone immediately spoke in the live broadcast room, criticizing Zhong Ming’s approach as somewhat disrespectful.

"To hell with etiquette and grace. Did you see how arrogant Korea was before? Now, talking about grace is just showing off, who are you showing it to in today’s society?"

"Exactly, it’s so thrilling to see Warriors act this way, showcasing Huaxia’s dominance."

Immediately, a group of people began to curse angrily. Now, in their hearts, Zhong Ming was an invincible hero, and they wouldn’t tolerate questioning him from anyone else.

For a long time, the people have been too repressed, bound by the morality of an etiquette country for too long. Huaxia is at a critical period of rise, and people’s nerves are constantly very sensitive and fragile.

In other words, it’s a sense of inferiority.

For example, if a foreigner praises a certain architecture or technology in Huaxia, it will immediately be reported, making the people feel extremely proud.

For example, if the people make some uncivilized actions while traveling abroad, they’ll be criticized by the whole nation immediately, feeling ashamed as it would bring disrepute to Huaxia.

Little does one realize, foreign tourists aren’t as civilized as imagined, and each country has such individuals.

Furthermore, foreigners have always enjoyed certain privileges in Huaxia, which are well-known.

All this stems from the fact that Huaxia is not strong enough yet, and the people remain lacking confidence, while Zhong Ming’s tyranny and strength, for a time, inspire people, earning everyone’s respect.

"No one dares to step up? Are they all useless in every way?" Zhong Ming roared, full of dominance.

The Korea Taekwondo people couldn’t hold back any longer. A dozen people suddenly charged onto the ring. Korea has always been arrogant, how could they endure such insult?

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Zhong Ming showed no mercy; every move he made would knock down several people. He tossed these Korean Taekwondo players aside like throwing away garbage.

All the audience were dumbfounded. The scene was truly shocking. Although Korea had dozens of people continuously rushing onto the stage, they were no match for this Warrior.

One War General can stand against a million soldiers!

Everyone became fervently passionate. Previously, Jin Dongxu fought ten people from the Martial Arts Association, and now Zhong Ming challenged everyone in the Korea Taekwondo Association alone.

And so effortlessly, it was literally like a father disciplining his son.

"Don’t be too arrogant, our real experts haven’t arrived yet. Once Senior Fang appears, you’re done for!" Park Myung Jun dared not enter the stage; he could only curse angrily from below.

"Bang!"

Zhong Ming simply ignored Park Myung Jun, kicking out the last opponent while glaring coldly at Park Myung Jun below.

Park Myung Jun suddenly backed away several steps, fearing this guy might suddenly jump down; he was a freak.

In his heart, he frantically prayed, hoping Fang Junhe would hurry up and appear. Otherwise, Korea’s Taekwondo Association would be branded with immense shame, unable to hold their heads high in Huaxia.

Even upon returning to Korea, they might become laughingstocks, having been totally crushed twice, it’s simply too embarrassing.

Suddenly, Park Myung Jun’s eyes lit up, seeing an elder walking into the arena.

"Senior Fang, Senior Fang, you finally came, that’s wonderful." Park Myung Jun could no longer care about grace, shouting hastily while running over to the elder.

"Senior Fang has arrived, just you wait!" Park Myung Jun couldn’t help but threaten Zhong Ming and the Martial Arts Association’s people on stage fiercely.

The association’s countless members and live stream viewers’ faces changed drastically, filled with anger. Even with Korea’s players beaten to such a state, they still dared to be so arrogant.

"Senior Fang, what’s wrong with your arm?" Park Myung Jun ran in front of Fang Junhe and was stunned, seeing Fang Junhe only had one arm.

Fang Junhe’s face remained somewhat pale; he had cultivated all night to recover from his injury. He came here to take his two disciples away.

"That’s none of your business. What’s going on here? Where are my disciples?" Fang Junhe stated unceremoniously, having no mood for idle talk with Park Myung Jun now.

"Senior, that mysterious Huaxia strong man appeared, and your disciples were severely injured by him!" Park Myung Jun called out quickly.

"What person?"

"Senior, you must avenge your disciples, not only did he injure them, he insulted my great Korea, it’s truly..." Park Myung Jun quickly lamented.

"Stop babbling. Who are you saying?" Fang Junhe shouted angrily.

Park Myung Jun’s body trembled instantly, dared not ramble, immediately pointed at Zhong Ming on the stage: "It’s him, it’s him!"

Fang Junhe’s aura changed instantly. The Peak War General’s anger emanated a tremendous force, filled with killing intent, making the surrounding audience feel an immense pressure.

Has Korea’s real expert appeared? People were astounded in their hearts; Korea brought people too terrifying this time. One Jin Dongxu already appeared invincible and didn’t expect more experts, each stronger than the last.

People worried again, wondering if the Warrior could remain invincible as before, crushing opponents once more?

Fang Junhe fumed with anger, having his arm severed by Ye Qingfeng, now his disciples were severely injured by others. Being a dignified Peak War General, did they truly think him easy to bully?

Upon entering the ring, Fang Junhe finally saw the person standing on stage clearly, his expression changing immensely.

At this moment, under the focus of many people’s eyes and countless online viewers, Fang Junhe suddenly turned and, like a gust of wind, dashed out of the arena!

"This..."

The audience was dumbfounded.

The Martial Arts Association members were dumbfounded.

The online viewers watching through the camera were dumbfounded.

A group of Korean people were even more dumbfounded; Park Myung Jun stared blankly, stunned in place.

"Ran away, actually ran away. Is this Korea’s strongest guy, their ultimate trump card? It’s truly laughable, haha!" Suddenly, whether the on-site audience or the online viewers, erupted in laughter.

This was too ridiculous. Just now, Park Myung Jun, the president of Taekwondo Association, had made bold claims that once Senior Fang arrived, they’d regret it.

Everyone thought it was some kind of Absolute Expert. Unexpectedly, upon seeing the Warrior, this person turned and fled.

This scene was utterly hilarious.

"So impressive, damn, Warrior Bro is so cool, he’s my idol."

"This is what a true idol is, resilient and strong. Those silly fans only like those pretty-faced men from the entertainment circle, but a Warrior like this is a true man, bringing glory to our country. I’m a fan for life!"

The live stream room immediately became lively, and the number of viewers continued to rise.