The Westin Hotel, in a city filled with five-star establishments, was not particularly remarkable. However, since yesterday, it had become one of the most closely watched hotels in London.
This was because the delegations from the Underworld Hall and the City of Sin had checked into this hotel.
The Westin Hotel had a main building and five villas. The people from the Underworld Hall and the City of Sin delegations were staying in the villas, spread out at considerable distances from each other.
“Teacher, I always feel like there’s something wrong with this Global Martial Arts Congress.”
In one of the villas, Gate poured a cup of popular South American mate tea for Dawson and said.
“What’s wrong?” Dawson asked with a smile.
He had brought Gate out for this experience not only to let him witness the different martial arts from around the world but also to help him develop his wisdom. To become the master of the City of Sin, which gathered criminals from all over the globe, one needed not only martial prowess but also strategic thinking and cunning.
“Back then, Jiang Zhan of Dragon Country bloodied the War God Temple’s hunting squad base and killed eleven geniuses, with the exception of Anthony Roman. Now, the strongest successors of those forces have met Jiang Zhan’s son, Jiang Wuming, yet there have been no conflicts or clashes. This is illogical,” Gate stated his observation and judgment. “They should do something during the genius group competition.”
“Anything else?” Dawson continued to ask.
“Yes, after hearing Hawkins’ report at the conference, I feel that the War God Temple wants to unify global martial arts forces and consolidate power. But this is clearly impossible. Setting aside us and the Underworld Hall, the martial arts world of Dragon Country may not necessarily agree,” Gate replied.
“Not bad.”
Dawson nodded with a smile, satisfied that his disciple could perceive and analyze these things. He then said, “The last time the world was changed, it was due to the Industrial Revolution. This time, the world is being changed because of the arrival of extraterrestrial enemies, or rather, the rise of martial arts.”
Having said that, Dawson took a sip of tea, deliberately leaving Gate time to ponder.
“Teacher, you mean that regardless of whether humanity can defeat the extraterrestrial enemies, the world order will change?” Gate’s heart stirred.
“Yes.”
Dawson nodded meaningfully and said, “If humanity loses, Earth will be occupied; if humanity wins, the world order will be redrawn. Currently, this war has no outcome, but some people are already restless. This Global Martial Arts Congress can be considered the beginning of the world’s order division.”
Gate fell into deep thought.
“Gate, no matter what happens in the martial arts competition tomorrow, do not participate. Be an observer,” Dawson instructed.
“Yes, Teacher!”
Gate nodded and accepted the order, but he was filled with doubt: What exactly would happen?
…
In another villa.
“Qitian, are you an idiot?”
Caroline, the Saintess of the Underworld Hall, came to Qitian’s room, frowned, and reprimanded him coldly.
“Are you referring to me publicly challenging Jiang Wuming?”
Qitian smiled and looked at Caroline. Although they had grown up together and he had witnessed Caroline’s transformation from a girl to a young woman, he was still very infatuated with her.
Caroline had long golden hair, a perfect face shape, exquisite features, and fair skin. Her pair of sapphire-blue eyes sparkled like two blue gems set in her sockets, exuding a seductive glow. Her curvaceous figure, combined with her distant coldness, could instantly ignite a man’s desire.
“What do you think?” Caroline asked coldly.
“I provoked him for two reasons,” Qitian’s smile remained undiminished, but a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. “First, to test. I wanted to use provocation to gauge the reactions of other geniuses from the War God Temple and thus determine if the martial arts competition tomorrow truly has a problem.
Second, the Underworld Hall already has a Holy Son and a Saintess, but the Hall Master is still very interested in this fellow and wants to recruit him into the Underworld Hall. This poses a crisis for us. I don’t want him to replace our position in the Hall Master’s heart and our significance to the Underworld Hall. And to achieve this, the best way is to defeat him and prove that we have more potential and value than him!”
“Then have you gotten your answer?”
Hearing Qitian’s words, Caroline felt a slight surprise. She looked at Qitian deeply and asked again.
“The reactions of Zoruo and the others were too abnormal. They appeared full of confidence in winning tomorrow’s competition and didn’t pay any attention to Jiang Wuming at all,” Qitian said with a look of wisdom. “There will definitely be a problem with tomorrow’s competition. After we arrive at the competition venue, we’ll gather first and see what happens. I suspect the War God Temple wants to use this opportunity to kill Jiang Wuming and even all the martial arts geniuses of Dragon Country!”
…
At the Golden Han Palace Hotel, in a conference room.
The martial arts geniuses from the delegations of Europa, North American Alliance, Ninja Country, Oceanic Country, South Tai, India, the African Union, and others, including Zoruo, were all seated in the conference room.
“Everyone, I’ve invited you here to discuss tomorrow’s competition,” Zoruo said, sitting in the head seat and scanning everyone with his gaze. “Your elders should have all spoken to you, telling you that after we arrive at the competition venue tomorrow, we should gather together, first team up to kill the criminals, and then, when the time is right, hunt down the martial arts geniuses of Dragon Country. Everyone understands the reason for doing this – we want revenge! And here, I will clarify two points.
First, Dragon Country is our common enemy. We must unite tomorrow, and when we act, we must go all out.
Second, although I will be the one to win the final championship, I will share the champion’s descent with everyone. In addition, the Roman family will also provide two powerful martial arts techniques for everyone to share.”
“Among the martial arts geniuses of Dragon Country, apart from that Jiang Wuming, the others are not worth mentioning,” Miyamoto Tatsuo, a martial arts genius from Ninja Country, sneered coldly.
“That’s right. If there were no time limit, I could kill all of them by myself!” Zoruo nodded, but then his tone shifted. “However, we only have five minutes. After five minutes, the warriors of Dragon Country will rush to the competition venue. We must complete all of this before the warriors of Dragon Country arrive. This is also why we are joining forces.”
This time, all the martial arts geniuses present, including Miyamoto Tatsuo, fell silent. Although Ye Feng, Gu Tianlong, Ye Kunlun, Yuan He, and others were not very strong, if they were determined to escape, no one present could kill them within five minutes.
“I want to know, is it certain that Jiang Wuming will die?” Immediately after, the silence in the conference room was broken by Rice, a martial arts genius from the North American Alliance. His limbs were all mechanical, like a mechanical warrior from a science fiction movie. This was also the characteristic of the North American Alliance. The martial arts heritage of the North American Alliance was weak, so they took a different path, leveraging their technological advantage to combine technology with martial arts, focusing on cultivating gene warriors and mechanical warriors. Rice was a combination of a gene warrior and a mechanical warrior, and no one knew how strong he truly was, but no one, including Zoruo, dared to underestimate him.
Swish swish swish…
As Rice spoke, all eyes fell on Zoruo. This was the question they cared about the most!
“He will surely die!” Zoruo confirmed this point with a firm and confident tone!
…
At the same time, in a suite at the hotel where the Dragon Country delegation was staying.
“Lianyi, I saw some comments on the Shenwang forum saying that the European forces of the War God Temple are colluding with various regions around the world to target our Dragon Country using this Global Martial Arts Congress. What do you think?” Li Xiaoman came to Li Lianyi’s room and asked. Like Li Lianyi, she was a member of the Dragon Country delegation’s medical team.
“That’s right,” Li Lianyi nodded.
“Then why are we still participating in the conference?” Li Xiaoman was shocked.
“Cousin, in history, the Eight-Nation Alliance once broke through our national gates, burning, killing, and looting. The Sixteen-Nation Alliance also once occupied our friendly nations and attempted to invade us again. Our martyrs, with unwavering faith in victory, crossed the Yalu River, facing death without fear, and ultimately repelled the enemy,” Li Lianyi stood by the window, looking at the European-style buildings outside, and said softly. “Some things cannot be retreated from; retreating means losing. Some wars must be fought; only by winning can we have a say. I think this is why Marshal Qi Wufu and the others know the danger but still go ahead!”
“War… War? Then aren’t Jiang Wuming and the others in great danger?!” Li Xiaoman was completely shocked and blurted out the question.
“Once, the martial arts world of Dragon Country took pride in Jiang Zhan; tomorrow, Jiang Wuming will carry the banner of Dragon Country!” Li Lianyi said slowly, indirectly providing the answer.