Chapter 977: Chapter 977

"What's going on? Why is it so serious?" Lin Chen was taken aback and asked.

Mu Yun Immortal said, "At this Martial Arts Tournament, the martial artists from the Island Nation have emerged unexpectedly strong."

"Island Nation martial artists?"

"This time, the Island Nation produced four sword masters—Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning. On the first day, they practically instantaneously defeated martial arts elites from all over the world," Mu Yun Immortal continued.

"They're that powerful?" Lin Chen froze in astonishment.

This is, after all, the World Martial Arts Tournament, where elite fighters from every corner of the globe gather. Their immense strength, enough to intimidate all competitors, was truly hard to fathom.

Long Yin gave a bitter laugh and said, "The superhuman from M Country, Batman, the top Taekwondo expert from Stick Country, the King of Muay Thai from T Country, the African Gorilla, and the Jungle King from North America—all were defeated by them within three moves and left severely injured."

Almost all nations known for their martial prowess had their champions wiped out by these four sword masters.

"What about us in Hua Nation?" Lin Chen's gaze sharpened as he asked.

"Our Hua Nation suffered heavy losses. Great fighters from several sects have fallen, and it seems these four Island Nation martial artists specifically target our Hua Nation. While fighters from other nations were merely left severely injured, our Hua Nation martial artists were either split in two or beheaded," Long Yin said, his face darkened.

"Those four Island Nation martial artists have already declared their intention to wipe out Hua Nation's martial world," Long Yin said solemnly.

Lin Chen furrowed his brows. "It seems these four martial artists are deliberately targeting Hua Nation's martial community."

Mu Yun Immortal added, "Those four bastards are outrageously arrogant. They even said they want to capture Wang Zixuan and Yu Feifei to take back to the Island Nation as their slaves."

"What?" Hearing Mu Yun Immortal's words, Lin Chen's eyes instantly filled with icy coldness.

"Our Hua Nation cannot allow a few Island Nation scum to insult us this way. If that's the case, then I'll need to personally experience how strong this Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning truly are."

With that, Lin Chen strode toward the arena with Zhao Xiaohua and Wang Zixuan in tow.

When Long Yin saw Lin Chen approaching, he let out a long breath. "This time, our Hua Nation martial world has hope."

"Long Yin, you're that confident about Lin Chen?" Mu Yun Immortal asked, puzzled.

Long Yin chuckled. "Haven't you noticed? His strength now surpasses both yours and mine."

"What?" Mu Yun Immortal was stunned.

In fact, earlier she had tried to sense Lin Chen's cultivation level, but he emanated no recognizable aura.

Mu Yun Immortal had always assumed Lin Chen was using some artifact to conceal his cultivation, never imagining his strength had already surpassed hers.

On the island, the sea breeze blew, carrying a pungent scent of blood.

At the center of the arena, a martial artist in his early twenties stood arrogantly holding a katana.

"What's wrong? Is there no one daring enough to challenge me? Isn't Hua Nation's martial world supposed to be so great? Why are you all scared this time? I only killed a few useless fools, and now you don't even dare to step up?"

"Damn it, this is infuriating. Elder, let me go up!" Wang Hao said angrily.

Elder Changshan of Shushan stroked his beard and shook his head, "No, you're not his match. Let's wait for Lin Chen."

"Lin Chen, always Lin Chen. That guy is just a coward. I think he's too scared to show up," Wang Hao fumed.

During the previous trip to Jade Maiden Peak, Lin Chen humiliated him publicly. Once back at Shushan, Wang Hao had consumed an Immortal Pill and gone into secluded training for over a month.

Now, his cultivation had reached the peak of the Cloud Sea Realm. This morning alone, three martial artists were killed by the Island Nation swordsmen, making this the perfect opportunity to restore his reputation.

But Elder Changshan had inexplicably kept him in the stands, denying each of his requests to fight.

At that moment, Lin Chen arrived, accompanied by Long Yin and Mu Yun Immortal.

Wang Hao's eyes lit up as he spotted Wang Zixuan. He stood up and said to Long Yin, "Senior Long Yin, let me handle this. I'll personally take down these four bastards and avenge our fallen Hua Nation martial artists."

"Forget it, Wang Hao. You are no match for those four. Lin Chen is here, and with his intervention, our Hua Nation martial world will definitely regain its strength and pride," Long Yin replied indifferently.

"Lin Chen, always Lin Chen. I'm already at the peak of the Cloud Sea Realm. Why can't I represent Hua Nation in battle? Lin Chen is nothing but a hillbilly—what gives him the right to stand for Hua Nation's martial world?"

Glaring venomously at Lin Chen, Wang Hao said, "Kid, last time at Jade Maiden Peak, you took full advantage of me. This time, I'll show you who truly represents Hua Nation. You'd better leave now or don't blame me if the Island Nation swordsmen turn you into mincemeat."

"Oh, I'm well aware you're Hua Nation's self-proclaimed 'Number One Swordman,'" Lin Chen said calmly.

"What the hell! Did you just call me a piece of trash?"

Wang Hao exploded in fury and was about to attack Lin Chen when Elder Changshan fiercely exclaimed, "Wang Hao, that's enough! Lin Chen is the Sect Leader of Kunlun. If you disrespect him again, don't blame me for enforcing sect rules."

"Fine! Fine! You all side with Lin Chen. Today, I'll show you that I'm a thousand, no—a million—times better than that useless bum." With that, Wang Hao stormed toward the arena.

At that moment, a Hua Nation martial artist had already stepped onto the arena in frustration. After just one exchange of blows, the Hua Nation fighter's throat was pierced. As if that weren't enough, the Island Nation swordsman swung his katana horizontally, directly severing the Hua Nation martial artist's head.

"Thud!" The severed head rolled to the ground, and the Hua Nation martial artist instantly collapsed dead.

The surrounding Hua Nation martial artists wore grim expressions, their fists clenched tightly, faces full of anger.

What was even harder to tolerate was that the Island Nation swordsman impaled the head with his katana and stood brazenly on the arena, shouting in the direction of Hua Nation's martial artists, "Killing your Hua Nation scum is no different from slaughtering pigs and dogs. Who else dares to step up and die next?"

The Hua Nation seating area remained deathly silent, while martial artists from other nations erupted into jeering laughter.

"Ha-ha, Hua Nation's kung fu is nothing but fancy tricks."

"Exactly. Hua Nation's kung fu is just for keeping fit and shooting movies. When it comes to real fighting, it's an utter joke!"

Hearing the ridicule from martial artists of other nations, the Hua Nation fighters burned with rage and hate but none dared to step forward.

In just a day and a half, four Hua Nation martial artists had already died tragically, all in one-hit kills.

The Island Nation swordsman, Wind, sneered with his beady eyes. With a flick of his wrist, the severed head flew toward Hua Nation's martial artists.

Wang Hao's gaze sharpened as he jumped to catch the head mid-air.

"You brat, don't act so arrogant. I'll deal with you personally." Wang Hao growled coldly, holding the severed head.

"Wang Hao! Who allowed you to get on the arena?" Elder Changshan yelled in anger.

However, Wang Hao ignored him and dashed toward the arena.