Hu Yanjie was worried. He had sensed an extremely terrifying aura from Ishihara Kai. Can Xu Lai, the director of the infirmary and a mere doctor, really win?

Liu Nanwei quietly tugged at Xu Lai's sleeve and whispered, "Director Xu, please reconsider."

Zhou Feng also looked on with concern. If they lost, the director of the university infirmary would have to kneel alongside the students and apologize to those from Sakura Country. How could Dongli University possibly show its face again? In the future, never mind international exchanges, they would be ridiculed to death even within their own country. The pressure from public opinion alone would be enough to crush anyone!

"Brother-in-law, beat him! If anything goes wrong..." Ruan Lan, who loved a good spectacle, paused before adding, "If anything goes wrong, Xiaoxiao can cover for us. Her family has connections!"

Yu Xiaoxiao was speechless.

At that moment, a Dongli University sports teacher surnamed Feng rolled up his sleeves and said solemnly, "Director Xu, let me handle this."

"You?" Ishihara Kai asked with a strange expression.

"You look down on me? I've studied Taekwondo, Tai Chi, and even a thing or two about your Sakura Country's Judo." Teacher Feng was furious. I'm a sports teacher too, what the hell gives you the right to look down on me! He wished he could run back to his dorm, lay out the dozen-plus championship trophies he had won over the years, and loudly tell Ishihara what a true hidden master looked like!

"Teacher Feng, don't be angry," Xu Lai said patiently. "Leave this little lackey to me; he's not worth your effort."

"You're right." Although Teacher Feng felt relieved, he still had an annoyed expression. "Director Xu, you go first. If you lose, I'll take over." After speaking, he cursed under his breath, "Acting like a big shot on my turf? I'll beat you to death!"

"Alright. If I lose, you're up, Teacher Feng," Xu Lai smiled. "But that's unlikely. He's bound to lose."

"Hmph. Kid, you have a saying in Hua Country: there is always someone better out there. You—you're just too young!" Ishihara Kai said, his hands folded behind his back with an air of superiority.

"Is that so?" Xu Lai extended his hand and said calmly, "Then please, enlighten me."

Ishihara Kai's expression turned ice-cold. Even an Eighth Grade Martial Ancestor wouldn't dare to slight me like this! With a cold sneer, he suddenly stomped his foot.

The floorboards cracked.

A breeze suddenly began to stir within the sealed Martial Dao arena. The wind grew stronger, swirling rapidly until it formed a small tornado in the blink of an eye. The terrifying suction made the students tremble, feeling as if they were about to be pulled into the eye of the storm. Their scalps tingled as they scrambled back into the corners, clearing a large open space.

They watched the scene unfold, dumbfounded. The sports teacher, Teacher Feng, swallowed hard. Wasn't this supposed to be a friendly sparring match? How did it turn into summoning a tornado? Is this teacher from Sakura Country even human? Thinking back on his earlier bold words, he began to panic.

"Teacher Feng, what do we do? Should we call the police?" a student from the Martial Dao club asked fearfully. "Doctor Xu is definitely no match for that. If he loses, you'll have to step in."

Teacher Feng replied in a deep voice, "Don't panic. I'm here."

"But your legs are shaking, Teacher Feng. Are you all right?" the student asked, growing even more frightened.

"I'm... I'm fine." Sweat dripped from Teacher Feng's forehead, but he maintained a composed expression. "As long as I'm here, Dongli is safe!"

The formation of the tornado was only the beginning. Standing in the eye of the storm, Ishihara Kai proudly declared, "This is my Wind Shield! It cannot be broken by anyone below the Eighth Grade of the Martial Dao!"

"I'm not an Eighth Grade," Xu Lai said.

Ishihara Kai's expression held a touch of regret. "Then your defeat today is certain. My Wind Seed talent is a rarity in this world!"

"Wow, you must be very strong," Xu Lai said with a grin.

"Are you admitting defeat?" Ishihara Kai's expression was mocking. "You people from Hua Country are as predictable as ever—"

Before he could finish, Xu Lai began to walk toward him at a leisurely pace. He casually stretched out his palm, and the fierce, terrifying tornado suddenly shrank countless times. It no longer shielded Ishihara Kai but instead leaped into Xu Lai's palm, as docile as a kitten.

Although it all happened in an instant, time seemed to stand still. In Ishihara Kai's eyes, the moment stretched on for what felt like ten minutes, or perhaps even centuries. During this time, he was frozen in place, only able to watch helplessly as the tornado slipped from his grasp.

Ishihara Kai's pupils constricted. My Divine Sense connection... it was severed! How is this possible?!

"When I first arrived on Earth, I used my Divine Sense to browse a library and came across a commentary on your country and people," Xu Lai said, toying with the tornado. "It said you 'fear might but do not appreciate virtue.' Your Chinese isn't the most fluent, so allow me to explain. It means your people only fear violence and intimidation but are incapable of feeling gratitude for benevolence and goodwill. So, you believe your student is superior, and that when my student injures him, you can arrogantly demand an apology. Do you think that is reasonable?"

"The strong rule. That is the truth!" Ishihara Kai's face darkened, not understanding the point of Xu Lai's lecture. Nor did he want to. He had already made his decision.

He would kill Xu Lai.

Yes. Kill him!

To be able to control a tornado summoned by another's Spiritual Energy—if a talent like that was allowed to develop, he would become far too terrifying! It would mean leaving a formidable enemy for Sakura Country in the future.

And so, Ishihara Kai held nothing back. He unleashed his Boundary completely, his Spiritual Power flaring out and weaving thousands of visible wind blades in the air. Each blade flickered with a cold glint, capable of effortlessly killing a Sixth Grade Martial Artist.

This was Ishihara Kai's signature move. It was considered an exceptional talent for an ordinary person to split their Divine Sense into several parts, but he could divide his into 7,777 streams. Each stream of Divine Sense controlled a single wind blade, allowing for a seamless barrage of attacks that not even a peak Seventh Grade cultivator could withstand.

"Die!" Ishihara Kai bellowed. The wind blades danced through the arena, flying amidst the shocked and terrified gazes of the students. Sunlight streaming through the windows glinted off the blades, making them shine like dazzling golden daggers. But the killing intent they concealed was infinitely dangerous.

"Very good." Xu Lai was satisfied. Seeing how obstinate Ishihara was, he felt relieved.

He didn't move. He simply stood his ground, allowing the storm of wind blades to engulf him.

"Hahaha!" Ishihara Kai laughed triumphantly. "Xu Lai isn't even resisting! He's dead for sure!"

Xu Lai… is dead?

Ruan Lan's expression went blank. Isn't my damn brother-in-law supposed to be powerful? Why isn't he resisting? Tears instantly welled in her eyes. What will my sister and Yiyi do now? They just finally got a home!

"Xu Lai!"

Ruan Lan cried out, about to rush toward the center of the arena to save her damn brother-in-law, but Yu Xiaoxiao and Li Li both grabbed her at the same time.

"It's dangerous, Ruan Lan, don't go!" Yu Xiaoxiao said anxiously.

"But my brother-in-law, he…"

Ruan Lan's eyes were red. Before her choked sobs could escape her lips, the situation in the center of the arena changed once again.

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