400: Great Xia does not accept moral blackmail!!

Before this, Piao Zhongguo had only displayed the Realm of a Sixth-Rank Martial Artist.

It could be said that the Japan contestant was also quite powerful, perhaps even stronger than Ageo Ryunosuke.

But unfortunately, he encountered the ace player whom South Korea had high hopes for, the closed-door Disciple of South Korea's only King.

By the time the second round of the knockout tournament ended, fewer than a hundred and fifty people remained in the arena.

Japan had 3 remaining contestants.

South Korea had 2 remaining.

United States had 4 remaining.

Russia had 4 remaining.

The Sunset Country, White Elephant Country, and others each had 3 remaining.

The only one still maintaining a perfect winning record was China.

"Another clean sweep this round, so damn awesome!!"

"Our country's contestants are too strong!"

"After two rounds, the national fortune has increased by 10% directly; this is an all-around explosion!!"

"In more than a dozen national fortune Wars, this has never happened before, right?!"

"I can feel the concentration of Origin Qi around me has reached an unprecedented level of richness. This is just a county-level city; it's hard to imagine how strong the Origin Qi concentration in those big cities and top-tier Secret Realms will be."

"Great Xia shall rise, Great Xia shall rise!!"

Huaxia was filled with excitement and cheers, and everyone's face was brimming with joy.

Many merchants and Medicinal Pill companies took this opportunity to offer massive discounts. Many once-expensive medicinal herbs, Vicious Beast meat, and Origin Qi potions were released at 70% to 80% off, being snapped up by countless Martial Artists.

Because of this, many guilds were like they had been injected with chicken blood, and their progress skyrocketed.

From top to bottom, Great Xia was in a state of revelry.

However, the countries surrounding Great Xia were not happy. Especially the small border countries to the southwest; all five of their National War participants were eliminated, their national fortune was lost, and a large number of Abyss monsters descended. Their cities were plunged into the flames of war. Many Martial Artists wanted to flee into Great Xia's borders for protection, but they were blocked by an invisible barrier. That was an array Great Xia had spent a hundred years building; it was of a strategic level, and even a King would find it difficult to break in a short time.

Some Grandmasters from other countries tried to sneak in using strange methods, but they were quickly detected by the Great Xia King stationed in the southwest.

The moment a foreign Grandmaster stepped into Great Xia's territory, before they even had time to react, they were slapped into bloody pulp by a palm descending from the sky, instantly deterring many who were about to make a move.

"Those who trespass upon the border shall die."

A voice heavy with pressure came from the southwest mountains, echoing for a long time.

It also made some foreign Martial Artists watching this via live stream feel a chill down their spines, sighing once again that the Great Xia King's actions were as domineering as ever.

However, many people still slandered Great Xia wildly on the internet, believing that Great Xia's actions were too heartless, lacking the responsibility of a major power and the spirit of human rights assistance, calling it shameful.

The loudest clamoring came from France. Their country had accommodated too many African Martial Artists; even their strongest Martial Artist was an African. As a result, even the native Martial Artists were now facing discrimination and suppression.

Regarding a country that had lost its national glory and ethnic self-respect, the Martial Artists of Great Xia all turned their noses up at them, not even intending to pay them any mind. Several famous Grandmasters even posted on the spot, their words concise and consisting of only a few lines.

"Don't just clamor on the internet; we can schedule a battle above the South Sea!"

"A bunch of things that only know how to bark like dogs. Come, I'll suppress and kill you with one hand."

"Don't surrender too quickly."

"I hate this hypocritical act of moral kidnapping the most. You gave your own home and country to outsiders, and you want our Great Xia to follow in your footsteps? The territory and motherland that our Great Xia Martial Artists have guarded through generations of bloody combat—why should we let a bunch of outsiders occupy it? Why should we protect them for no reason?"

"Why waste words with them? Have your country's top ten Grandmasters come out; I'll fight them one by one. White pigs or black pigs are both fine! My blade specifically kills pigs; it's not a picky eater!"

The person who said this last part was a famous King-level veteran expert in Great Xia, known as the Blade King. Back when the Prince of Northern Town reached Major Achievement in his blade path, he had even received pointers from this Senior. Later, he lived under an assumed name and ran a martial arts hall alone, but he was still terrifyingly famous on the internet, prone to cursing people out and challenging them to battles at the slightest disagreement.

A group of Great Xia Grandmasters who had experienced countless battles were aggressive; their Battle Intent and Evil Qi almost seemed to rush through the internet cables into France. Just looking at the text made people feel suffocated, their hair standing on end.

Some veteran Martial Artists in France sensed the danger, but the younger generation still upheld labels like 'Avant-garde', 'Open', 'Freedom', and 'Human Rights', continuing to provocatively insult on the internet. Their words were full of double standards and self-righteousness, carrying a commanding tone toward Great Xia.

Watching this, many Great Xia Martial Artists felt their anger surging. Some hot-tempered Martial Artists were even laughed into anger.

"Good, good, very good."

"When the National War is over, I'll take a trip to France to see just how 'free' you are. I hope your necks are as hard as your mouths," the Blade King left a final comment.

And many young people clearly hadn't realized that danger was approaching... On the National Destiny Battlefield.

After a short break.

The third round of the knockout tournament began.

Perhaps China's luck had been used up in the second round; in the third round, all five people faced strong countries, and they were the few top-tier experts within those strong country teams!

Just looking at the match list made many people unable to help but break into a sweat for China.

The group of team leaders in the spectator seats also sat up slightly, expressions of interest appearing on their faces.

"The trash has been eliminated and cleared; now is the real knockout tournament."

"It's finally going to start getting exciting."

"This time, China's myth of invincibility will surely be broken."

On the battlefield.

Sikong stepped onto the white jade steps one by one. Across the battlefield, which was shaped like a giant bridge, was a burly warrior holding a longsword and a shield, wearing armor. A pair of eyes under the visor was full of Battle Intent, and his whole body emitted the Aura of a Peak Sixth-Rank Martial Artist.

"So, you are my opponent?"

Sikong clenched his fists.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The burly warrior growled low. Beside him, it was as if phantoms of thousands of iron cavalrymen appeared, their voices echoing in unison, shaking the Void Realm. The powerful military momentum, almost condensing into substance, pressed toward Sikong like a tide...