47: Every sentence is heartbreaking!

In the hall, wails echoed everywhere.

They all came from the Japanese martial artists Chen Fan had knocked down.

Especially the two elite martial artists, Chiba Wutian and Yamamoto Ichiki, whose faces were beaten so badly by Chen Fan that even their mothers wouldn't recognize them.

Chen Fan was very skilled at slapping faces.

Now, his control over his strength was impeccable; he could flexibly control how much force to use and where to hit.

The sudden reversal of the situation caught everyone off guard.

However, when they saw the pained expressions on the faces of the Japanese martial artists, their mood immediately brightened.

Satisfying!

Very satisfying!!!

In an instant, the pent-up frustration of many martial artists, who had been suppressed for a long time, was swept away.

Their gazes towards Chen Fan became increasingly excited and reverent, as if they were looking at a hero.

To have such a son, truly a blessing for China!

"Don't worry."

"I'll pay for your medical expenses!!!"

With that, Chen Fan kicked over the briefcase in front of him.

Whoosh!!!

The briefcase flew up, and red bills fluttered down like snowflakes, covering the Japanese martial artists.

"Good, well done!!!"

"Brother is mighty, truly a fierce man!!!"

"..."

Chen Fan's gratifying actions, in the eyes of the martial artists who had been oppressed for a long time, were undoubtedly very satisfying.

Satisfying!

Very satisfying!!!

In an instant, the pent-up frustration of the martial artists, who were still feeling wronged, was swept away, and their gazes towards Chen Fan became increasingly excited and reverent.

To have such a son, truly a blessing for China!

"You guys are really weak. So many of you couldn't even beat one of me."

"A bunch of trash!!! No wonder your island nation was destroyed. It's because you are too arrogant and conceited!"

Chen Fan said directly, as if sprinkling salt on a wound, striking hard at these Japanese.

"Just a bunch of ungrateful ingrates, bah!!!"

Chen Fan made a gesture and spat heavily.

He had no good feelings for the Japanese.

If it weren't for the wrong place, all these Japanese martial artists would have been slaughtered by now.

"Good, what this brother said is truly good. A bunch of ungrateful ingrates who, after eating, smash the pot."

"Bah, bah, bah!!!"

"How shameful. No wonder they left their homes to seek refuge with us..."

"..."

As if one word stirred up a thousand waves, Chen Fan's taunts seemed to open the floodgates for the surrounding China martial artists.

They all spoke voluminously.

Chen Fan walked in front of Chiba Wutian with his hands behind his back and said condescendingly:

"Although I ambushed you first and lacked martial virtue, so many of you couldn't beat me. Aren't you all very weak?"

Chen Fan's words were like a sharp knife piercing Chiba Wutian's heart, making his face change dramatically in pain.

Chen Fan continued to press his advantage.

When it came to taunting, Chen Fan believed he had never feared anyone; he had simply been immersed in cultivating to become stronger.

But the professional knowledge of a university lecturer, he still hadn't forgotten a bit.

At this moment, Chiba Wutian seemed to not even feel the pain in his body.

He tremblingly raised his head, looking at Ling Chen with difficulty, his eyes filled with an unbelievable, ashen despair.

After a long while, Chiba Wutian moved his bleeding lips and murmured in bitter, stiff Chinese:

"Impossible... This is impossible... How can you be so strong when you are so young..."

His previous victory had made Chiba Wutian feel like he was soaring, but Chen Fan's appearance had kicked him into an abyss.

The huge disparity made it truly difficult for this proud son of the island nation to accept.

Why was the combat power of the young martial artist in front of him so terrifying?

So strong that they didn't even have a chance to resist, almost all knocked to the ground.

At the same time, Chiba Wutian also believed that if Chen Fan had harbored killing intent, everyone present would not have escaped.

His keen intuition brought him the cruelest truth—Chen Fan was far beyond what these Generals could compare to.

"You say impossible??"

"Why impossible!?"

Chen Fan stood up, smiling coldly: "Most of the martial artists you are challenging today did not participate in the monster defense battle this morning. Do you know how badly we fought?"

"You take it for granted that you are very powerful, but you don't know that we just experienced a Level 3 rat tide, repelling hundreds of millions of terrifying monsters!!!"

"Do you know how many martial artists we sacrificed, and how many High-level Generals were drained of every ounce of their strength in that battle, and still haven't recovered?"

"Hehehe... You always thought you were very strong, that you could show off and arbitrarily trample on the dignity of martial artists from other countries with some force-exertion techniques. Are you worthy?"

"Not worthy at all!!!"

Chen Fan said in a low voice, a chilling aura spreading from him, almost freezing Chiba Wutian's blood.

He knew this was a martial artist's killing intent; Chen Fan had now harbored murderous thoughts.

However, Chen Fan did not do anything unwise. He suppressed the anger in his heart, stared into Chiba Wutian's eyes, and asked calmly:

"Do you have the courage to fight to the death with a High-level Beast General?"

"Do you dare to exhaust your last bit of strength and shed your last drop of blood in a beast tide of millions?"

Chen Fan instantly intensified his tone, full of arrogance, not giving any face to these intermediate and Advanced War Generals.

After all, they were the ones who were shameless and brought disgrace upon themselves first.

Moreover, how could a bunch of stray dogs talk about any face!

"You won't, you don't have the guts!!!"

As if answering his own question, Chen Fan shook his head, his gaze towards these Japanese martial artists filled with disappointment.

As martial artists, not fighting to the death on the battlefield to defend their homeland, but instead fleeing here to show off, was a very sad thing.

Martial artists like them, no matter how strong they became, would still be in vain.

Every word of Chen Fan's pierced their hearts, hitting the nail on the head, truly designed to wound, making these island nation martial artists increasingly mortified.

They even felt like dying.

But on the other hand, the China martial artists present were secretly thrilled.

Chen Fan's words sounded like heavenly music to their ears.

The more the enemy suffers, the happier we are!!!

At this moment, Chiba Wutian's eyes were filled with despair.

Even thick-skinned people like Yamamoto Ichiki felt ashamed, unable to even conjure up thoughts of anger.

Such a powerful martial artist was fully qualified to crush and despise him.

Yamamoto Ichiki's strength was evident to all. As an elite martial artist and a prodigy of the island nation, his growth throughout his life had been smooth.

He had killed intermediate Beast Generals and defeated Generals in his home country... even defeated more than a dozen China Generals with his bare fists here, never tasting defeat.

But today, in just one battle, Chen Fan had shattered all his pride and spirit.

Although Yamamoto Ichiki, like Chiba Wutian, had a God of War father, and their talent and aptitude far surpassed ordinary people.

But their talent, no matter how strong, was still within the realm of 'normal humans'.

And Chen Fan, on the other hand, was a cheat with powerful empty hands...