"You bastard!!"

The Japanese youth roared furiously, his face filled with the intent to kill as he glared at Qin Heng.

Now, his cheek was swollen, his teeth were broken, making his words slur, and his mouth was full of blood. His originally handsome features were completely disfigured.

It was an utter humiliation!

"Well done! So badass! Kill that Jap! Let's see you act arrogant now, motherfucker!"

"Hahaha! That Jap idiot got what he deserved! Daring to act so wildly in our China? We'll beat you to death!"

The crowd burst into hearty laughter.

Seeing that Jap get beaten up felt so damn good!

Qin Heng looked at the Japanese man and said coolly, "I advise you to stay down on the ground. If you stand up, I will still make you kneel!"

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Suddenly, a crisp sound of applause rang out.

It was from one of the other Japanese, a young man in loose sports attire. He looked to be in his twenties, tall and burly, over six feet tall, and very handsome.

Behind him was a petite girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old and probably just over five feet tall. She wore a Lolita-style skirt and white stockings with red shoes. Her hair was dyed light yellow and styled with airy bangs, making her look pretty and cute.

The young man carried an air of nobility, and it was clear that his status was significantly higher than that of the man before. He was calm, and his gaze was gentle. While applauding, he looked at Qin Heng, smiled, and said, "Was that Martial Dao from China that you just used? I originally thought there was no real kung fu in China, but I didn't expect..."

BANG!

With a muffled sound, this young man also flew out, a footprint visible on his chest—kicked away by Qin Heng.

"I've said it before: Japanese people have no right to stand and talk in front of me. If you want to talk, kneel down first!" Qin Heng looked coolly at the Japanese youth and asked, "Did you not hear me?"

The youth flew more than ten meters before crashing into the railing and falling to the ground, landing next to the first Japanese man. Clearly, in the face of absolute power, nobility and status meant nothing.

However, this Japanese youth seemed to be a bit stronger than the previous one. Qin Heng had used the same force; while the first man was seriously injured, this one was only slightly wounded.

Sprawled on the ground, clutching his chest, he looked at Qin Heng in disbelief and said in astonishment, "Who are you? How can you possess such powerful strength!?"

"Respected Samurai, you are truly powerful!" The Japanese girl knelt obediently, her pretty and innocent face full of admiration as she looked up at Qin Heng and said softly, "I am Miyamoto Mayumi from the Miyamoto family. Your prowess amazes me."

"Miyamoto?" Qin Heng eyed the Japanese girl, his eyes narrowing slightly as he said indifferently, "You have some sense, unlike those two idiots before. Who are you people?"

"We are just ordinary tourists traveling in China; we meant no offense to you at all." Miyamoto Mayumi's features were pretty, her demeanor docile, and her voice soft and sweet as she bowed her head, respectfully saying, "The first one you struck down was Gao Yuanyang, a last-rate Samurai, and then Kimura Shinichi, a Low-grade Samurai."

"Last-rate, Low-grade, Middle-grade, and Top-grade. This is how we classify Samurai ranks in Japan. With your strength, you must have cultivated Hidden Force. In Japan, that would make you a Middle-grade Samurai," she added, explaining.

"Middle-grade Samurai? How could this kid possibly be a Middle-grade Samurai!?" Kimura Shinichi, lying on the ground, watched Qin Heng in disbelief. Enduring the pain, he struggled to stand up and said, "Judging by his age, he couldn't be more than eighteen. How could he possibly be Middle-grade? It's impossible..."

BANG!

Kimura Shinichi was sent flying once again, tossed out like trash. He soared over the deck railing and landed on the gangway. After hitting the ground, he slid for four or five meters before crashing into a wall. His head lolled to the side, and he passed out.

"Do Japanese people have memory problems?" Qin Heng glanced at Miyamoto Mayumi and said, "I clearly warned him, yet he insisted on standing up again. He was asking for death."

The people around them burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! That's right, these Japanese must be fools!"

"So stupid! They were told to kneel and speak, yet they stood up again, asking for a beating!"

"So satisfying! Great job, young man! Kill those Japs!!"

Cheers and curses rose one after another, filling the deck and almost reaching the skies.

Miyamoto Mayumi still knelt before Qin Heng, her expression unchanged, as if she hadn't heard the words of the people around her. She looked at Qin Heng with a gentle gaze and said, "Esteemed Samurai, I'm just a weak woman, without even the strength to truss a chicken, and I have already knelt before you. May I ask if you can spare me?"

She blinked her large, watery eyes, her red cherry lips pursed, looking pitifully cute.

Some people in the crowd felt a twinge of compassion. Seeing such an adorable girl on her knees begging for mercy, they immediately couldn't help but speak up for her.

"She's just a girl, after all, and so cute. She definitely means no harm."

"Just cripple those two men. There's no need to harm this girl; after all, she's so cute, so endearing!"

People were already beginning to plead for her.

"Your hands... are the hands of a sword wielder," Qin Heng suddenly said. His voice wasn't loud, but it was incredibly clear, echoing in everyone's ears even amidst the wind over the Huangpu River.

He looked at Miyamoto Mayumi and spoke calmly, "When you grip something, your subconscious movements show traces of holding a sword. This is a habit formed from years of practicing swordplay. Yet, your hands are very fair and smooth, without calluses—likely the result of Hidden Force cleansing your sinews, flesh, and blood, and shedding the old skin.

"At such a young age, you have already cultivated Hidden Force. If graded by the Samurai classification you mentioned, then you would be a Middle-grade Samurai from Japan, far surpassing the capabilities of those two men. The command to have us disembark and hand over this cruise ship to you also came from you, didn't it?

"You appear to be a harmless little rabbit, but you're actually as fierce as a venomous snake. That's the Japanese way, isn't it? Do you think I would let you go, Miss Miyamoto Mayumi?"

Although Qin Heng had never practiced martial arts, nor had he even studied them, after encountering a few Martial Artists, he had already figured out the entire Martial Dao system.

For a peerless genius like him, understanding an entire cultivation system at a glance was effortless, as easy as blowing dust off a surface.

"Indeed, you are no ordinary Martial Artist from China."

Miyamoto Mayumi's sweet smile vanished. She stood up and pulled a wooden sword handle from her sleeve, her eyes turning cold.

WHIZZ!

With a flick of the sword handle, a wooden blade concealed inside sprang out, forming a Japanese-style wooden sword over a meter long. Its polished surface gleamed as she aimed it straight at Qin Heng.

Due to security checks, metal objects couldn't be carried; yet, she had a wooden sword on her.

"Please state your name. I, Miyamoto Mayumi, wish to test your martial prowess with my Sword Dao!"