Three days later.
Martial Arts Association Headquarters.
Several big shots are conversing, their tones hinting at anger.
"It's clear now! They're all problematic! Hmph! This group of parasites! I wish I could kill them again."
"The online chaos is intense! Perfect time for a cleanup!"
"Ugh! People's hearts are easily swayed! Why are there so many demons and spirits causing trouble!"
"Alright! Don't think about it! If they dare stretch their hands and show their heads, then wipe them all out!"
"It happens that we have quite a few strongholds already identified but haven't yet acted on; it's perfect timing to clean them up."
"..."
Soon, orders were issued, and teams of martial artists set out to carry out the actions.
In every city, it's the same.
Meanwhile.
In many different secret locations, numerous cultists, still oblivious, are working diligently, pointing fingers at the nation online, madly stirring the pot.
