48: But that's it!

The hall was silent.

Only Chen Fan’s serious questioning voice echoed continuously.

“Since you dare to come to China and show off your might, why didn’t you fight to the death with the monsters attacking your own country?”

“Why did you act like cowards, like deserters who abandoned their own country?”

“Doesn’t your conscience ache?”

The many island nation martial artists, beaten to a pulp by Chen Fan, remained silent, simply lowering their heads even further.

Chen Fan swept his gaze over them, then withdrew his attention.

Hoo~

After a long exhale, Chen Fan’s mood instantly brightened.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the podium of his previous life, once again becoming that spirited and eloquent university lecturer.

Chen Fan looked at these silent martial artists, who had even reduced their wailing, a glint flashing in his eyes, and continued, “Since you didn’t dare to fight the monsters to the death, and chose to be deserters, then you come to challenge us martial artists who dare to fight monsters fiercely to the death. I ask…”,

“Are you worthy??”

After asking, Chen Fan paused.

He looked at the surrounding China martial artists, smiling and nodding slightly.

As his gaze swept over them, all the martial artists unconsciously straightened their backs and chests, as if undergoing an inspection by their leader.

After a quick scan, Chen Fan took in the expressions of hundreds of martial artists, then took a deep breath and loudly replied, “You homeless dogs are certainly not worthy.

How can cowardly deserters be compared to heroic warriors?”

At these words, everyone trembled.

Chen Fan practically roared this sentence.

And it was this sentence that brutally stabbed into the hearts of the island nation martial artists, shattering their self-respect, confidence, and even their spirit.

Chiba Wutian’s eyes suddenly constricted as if pricked by needles; he lowered his head, not daring to meet Chen Fan’s gaze again.

At this moment, all the island nation martial artists’ eyes widened, their faces alternating between green and pale, then they deeply bowed their heads, making intimate contact with the ground… Chen Fan, neither hurried nor slow, recounted some experiences:

“In the past half month, I’ve experienced two beast tides, and the most memorable one is today’s Level 3 Beast Tide.”

“Even when facing an endless horde of terrifying monsters, no one retreated, and no one was afraid.

Everyone fought until their last breath.

Even if they died, they chose to perish with the monsters, taking some down with them.”

“I ask all you martial artists from the East, can you do that?”

These island nation martial artists lowered their heads even further.

At the same time, when Chen Fan spoke of the Level 3 Beast Tide battle, the China martial artists present also involuntarily lowered their eyes.

This beast tide was destined to be a hurdle that most martial artists could not overcome.

Even though they achieved ultimate victory, the cost was simply too great.

The War Dragon Group suffered one-third casualties, the Dragon Breath Squad suffered over half casualties, and the supporting martial artists also suffered heavy losses… Among them were many of these martial artists’ brothers and sisters, relatives, and friends… Within the hall, a faint sadness spread.

Upon hearing Chen Fan’s words, a few of the island nation martial artists whose injuries were ‘not too severe’ were still unconvinced, glaring fiercely at Chen Fan.

But Chen Fan was completely unfazed, glaring back coldly: “Are you still unconvinced?

Then go kill all those sea monsters and reclaim your homes and land!

Do you dare?? Just with you people??”

Chen Fan took a step forward, his gaze sweeping over these island nation martial artists sprawled on the ground like dead dogs, a cold smile on his face: “A bunch of vicious dogs who only know how to run to other people’s land and show off their might, do you really think my China wants to take you in?”

“If you look down on the martial artists here, then don’t stay here; get back to your island nation.”

Chen Fan’s momentum surged, wave after wave, imbued with impassioned emotion.

All of this made the many China martial artists’ blood boil, their faces slightly flushed.

“Do you dare?”

Chen Fan asked, stepping over the bodies of the island nation martial artists, and walked towards the punching power tester in the corner.

“Today, I will make you completely convinced.”

Chen Fan stood beside the punching power tester, took a deep breath, exerted force, and punched out heavily.

Sevenfold Thunder Blade, activated!

Nine layers of hidden force stacked, each stronger than the last, until all nine layers of hidden force erupted simultaneously.

The next moment, the power within Chen Fan’s body surged into his right hand like a fierce storm.

Boom!!

His fist struck the punch target like a cannonball, and the target vibrated violently.

Then, a line of numbers appeared on the screen — “168045kg”

With this punch, Chen Fan held nothing back; it was a complete eruption of his strongest power.

Immediately, the entire venue fell silent; everyone was stunned.

Some were even more incredibly shocked, their mouths agape wide enough to fit a duck egg.

Some China martial artists rubbed their eyes in disbelief, seemingly unsure.

This young man had unleashed power only possessed by an Intermediate God of War.

Such a result was simply too astonishing, making them wonder if they were seeing things.

But very quickly, the expressions of the China martial artists rapidly changed from shock to ecstasy.

Today they had witnessed the birth of a God of War.

With the power of an Intermediate God of War now, how far away could Chen Fan be from the true God of War rank?

Although Chen Fan’s martial artist badge was still that of an Intermediate Warlord, everyone looked at him with reverence, clearly treating Chen Fan as a God of War powerhouse.

Even a future God of War martial artist was worthy of respect from everyone present.

After all, the emergence of a new God of War was incredibly good news for Kyoto Base City and even for all of China.

Moreover, Chen Fan was still young; in the future, he might even attempt to break through to a higher rank — to become a powerhouse beyond a God of War!

At this thought, the martial artists exchanged glances, their joy unconcealed.

Especially Yamamoto Ichiki, who had one eye open, had an expression of utter disbelief.

Shock, doubt, disbelief, and fear were all mixed on Yamamoto’s face.

After the test was completed, Chen Fan spoke directly without any politeness: “Do you see? This is my full power.”

Chiba Wutian: “…”

Yamamoto Ichiki and the island nation martial artists were all speechless; this time, they had truly kicked an iron plate.

“So in my eyes, whether you are elite martial artists or genius martial artists,”

“All of you… are nothing special!!”

Chen Fan said each word distinctly, his tone calm but his aura full of power.

After all, Chen Fan was well aware of this 160,000-kilogram test result.

“Things won’t be too peaceful from now on, I’m afraid!”

Chen Fan mused inwardly.

As expected, Chen Fan keenly noticed.

Some martial artists in the crowd had already taken out their phones or tablets, carefully choosing angles to take close-up shots of Chen Fan.

Chen Fan merely smiled at the few people taking photos, then no longer paid attention.

His gaze once again gathered on Chiba Wutian on the ground, a cold glint appearing in his eyes…