Silence!

Ants?

How dare he call Iwamura Natsuo an ant!?

To the Japanese onlookers at the port, Qin Heng's words were the epitome of arrogance, immediately igniting a fiery rage among them!

"You bastard! You stupid Chinaman!"

"You have no idea how powerful Mr. Iwamura is; you're seeking death!"

"Mr. Iwamura is the head of Sanhedo Hall, an upper-class Samurai! He could crush a nobody like you to death with just one finger!"

A multitude of Japanese Hidden Force practitioners cursed and swore.

Iwamura Natsuo's face also darkened. He looked at Qin Heng and said, "Kid, repeat what you just said!"

"I never repeat the same thing to a dead man," Qin Heng replied with a cold laugh. "I already know what you've done, you Japanese bastard. Stand still. I'm about to go down and kill you!"

With that, he prepared to push through the crowd and head off the ship.

At this moment, the crowd on the ship was completely stunned, so quiet you could hear a pin drop!

Even the entire Tokyo Bay port fell into an eerie silence; not a single person spoke.

Jiang Tai, Wei Min, and the more than a hundred members of the Chinese martial arts exchange group all stared at Qin Heng in utter shock.

Dumbfounded!

Holy shit! Who is this guy? How dare he call a Grandmaster of Transcendence an ant? An ant?!

Although they were also extremely resentful of Iwamura Natsuo, they had to acknowledge his strength. Japan's upper-class Samurai was equivalent to China's Grandmaster of Transcendence. He was definitely a major figure. Ordinary people simply weren't qualified to be compared to such prominent figures.

Zhuo Si, in the crowd, had met Qin Heng before. However, he had no real concept of Qin Heng's strength and even thought he was just some rich young master protected by bodyguards. Now, seeing Qin Heng call a Grandmaster of Transcendence an ant, he was utterly dumbfounded on the spot.

Who is this guy? Isn't he far too bold?

Jiang Tai, who had been affected by a Spell when Qin Heng questioned him, didn't remember Qin Heng and only thought he was an ordinary person. Concerned, he went forward to advise him.

"Young man, I understand your feelings, and I know you want to vent our Chinese frustrations," Jiang Tai said earnestly to Qin Heng. "Young man, you're an ordinary person; you're unaware of the power of these Japanese Samurai. The one below, Iwamura Natsuo, is Japan's upper-class Samurai, equivalent to our Grandmaster of Transcendence. His punch can carry tens of thousands of pounds of force. He can walk on water, kill with his breath, and even inflict severe injuries from a distance. Hundreds of ordinary soldiers are no match for him!"

It wasn't just ordinary people who had little understanding of such mythic beings as Grandmasters of Transcendence; even the students of the martial arts exchange group didn't know much more. They only knew a Grandmaster was a major figure but weren't clear on how powerful a Grandmaster of Transcendence truly was.

Hearing Jiang Tai's explanation, they were even more astonished.

Walking on water, killing with a breath! This is practically an Immortal!

"So what?" Qin Heng shook his head and said indifferently under everyone's incredulous stares, "A mere upper-class Samurai, comparable only to the Transcendence Realm. I could slap him to death with one palm!"

Jiang Tai was immediately speechless, completely bewildered.

His companion Wei Min, and the many members of the Chinese martial arts exchange group, were rendered speechless, completely at a loss for words.

They even wondered if Qin Heng was a madman.

Being patriotic is right! Mocking and belittling Japan is even more correct! But one must open their eyes and see the facts clearly! Slap a Grandmaster of Transcendence to death with one palm? Do you think you're that young Grandmaster, Qin Xuantian, who's a hot topic on the Martial Dao forums?

"Step aside," Qin Heng said indifferently. "I came to Japan precisely to flatten this country's Martial Dao, to shatter their backbone, and to completely subjugate this nation."

BOOM!

As soon as these words were uttered, everyone, whether Chinese or Japanese, was in an uproar, staring at Qin Heng as if he were a lunatic.

The Japanese at the port, in particular, were incandescent with a rage beyond words, and they roared furiously!

"You bastard! Chinaman, you're courting death!"

"Come down! Chinaman, let me kill you!"

"How dare you insult our Great Empire of Japan! You're seeking death!"

"Damn it! You damned Chinaman!"

One roar after another echoed!

At the same time, a dense killing intent coalesced as over a hundred Japanese Hidden Force Martial Artists became completely enraged.

This nearly tangible killing intent even roiled the clouds in the sky, forming a veritable storm, like a powerful, invisible pressure bearing down on the Chinese martial arts delegation!

BOOM! RUMBLE!!

The terrifying killing intent condensed from over a hundred Hidden Force practitioners instantly made the members of the Chinese martial arts delegation feel as if they were suffocating, their bodies trembling slightly.

This wasn't fear! It was the primal instinct of life itself!

The combined aura of over a hundred Hidden Force practitioners was so potent that even a Grandmaster of Transcendence might not dare to face it head-on!

Jiang Tai and Wei Min, the two Open Force Martial Artists, were immediately drenched in cold sweat, their expressions filled with utter horror, yet they still stood their ground firmly, not retreating a single inch!

Even if their survival instincts screamed at them to retreat, they remained steadfast!

The Chinese, when facing the Japanese, absolutely could not yield a single step!

HUM!

Suddenly, the void seemed to ripple as Qin Heng stepped forward, positioning himself to shield Jiang Tai, Wei Min, and the hundred-plus students of the Chinese martial arts exchange delegation.

This figure, though seemingly ordinary, was like a God descended from the heavens. He connected heaven and earth, hands clasped behind his back, as if reaching for the very firmament—immeasurably vast and boundlessly expansive!

An incomparable aura!

BOOM!

A fierce gale erupted. The storm of killing intent condensed by over a hundred Hidden Force Martial Artists slammed into an eternally indomitable wall at that moment, only to be repelled and surge backward!

Jiang Tai, Wei Min, and the others immediately felt the terrifying killing intent that had weighed upon them dissolve into nothingness. The two looked at the figure standing before them with a mixture of shock and uncertainty, each seeing the utter astonishment mirrored in the other's eyes.

Good heavens! To single-handedly withstand and shatter the killing intent condensed by over a hundred Hidden Force Martial Artists—what terrifying strength was this!? Even a Grandmaster, could they achieve such a feat? And even if they could, could they do it with such effortless grace as the young man before them?

So strong! Far too strong!

An expression of profound reverence filled their eyes, and their hearts pounded with excitement.

Such youth, such power... they vaguely wondered, could this be the legendary figure?

"Hahaha!" Iwamura Natsuo, however, was not angry but overjoyed. Laughing loudly, he pointed at Qin Heng and said, "Kid, state your name! So, you're actually a decent expert. You're qualified to have me know your name!"

"An ant is not qualified to know my name," Qin Heng replied, leaping from the ship and diving towards Iwamura Natsuo on the port platform!

"Japanese mongrel, killing you will be like slaughtering a dog! Enough talk. Die!"