"Hahahahaha!" Kaioh Kaku pondered for a moment, then burst into laughter, his laughter shaking the teacups. "Good! I'll go call the Martial Arts Association and the remaining China Haihuangs to discuss this."
"However..." Kaioh Kaku deliberately drew out his tone.
"Tap!" He suddenly reached out and flicked Allen's head.
"My teacups are very expensive!"
Allen rubbed his head, a helpless smile on his face. "Old Guo, your strength is quite something. I'll compensate you."
Kaioh Kaku snorted. "Cut the act. You're thick-skinned, what are you pretending for? This set of teacups is several hundred years old. How could you compensate for it?"
"You go to the meeting room first. I'll arrange the changes to the competition format." Kaioh Kaku sat in his wheelchair and pushed himself out of the lounge.
"Alright." Allen nodded, his heart even more excited. He was already eager to take on five opponents... After a while, the three chairmen of the Martial Arts Association and the Haihuangs of China arrived punctually in the meeting room, each with a look of confusion on their faces.
"Old Guo, may I ask why you called us?" The chairman of the Martial Arts Association walked forward, trembling slightly, and asked.
"Wait a little longer. Kaiou Retsu is still competing. I'll announce it once everyone is here." After Kaioh Kaku finished speaking, he closed his eyes and said no more, and the atmosphere in the room began to freeze over again.
Upon noticing the strange atmosphere, everyone in the meeting room straightened their backs, fine beads of sweat appearing on their foreheads, and they silently thought, "This isn't good."
Among the nervous crowd, only Allen seemed unfazed, sitting casually on the rosewood chair, waiting for Kaiou Retsu to finish his match.
Seeing Allen's bold demeanor, everyone felt both envy and awe. As expected of the ultimate weapon praised by Kaioh Kaku, he could remain so composed in front of Kaioh Kaku, who represented the pinnacle of Martial Arts. This bearing far surpassed everyone present.
"Click."
The door to the meeting room was pushed open, and Kaiou Retsu strode in, covered in sweat from his recently concluded battle.
As soon as Kaiou Retsu entered, he felt the heavy atmosphere in the room, which made him pause in surprise.
"My apologies, I'm late." Kaiou Retsu bowed to Kaioh Kaku, then consciously stood beside Allen.
Kaioh Kaku then opened his eyes and looked at the sweating Kaiou Retsu. "My apologies, Retsu, for calling you over right after your match."
"It's fine." Kaiou Retsu's sweat increased even more when he heard Kaioh Kaku's tone.
"Your opponent just now was also a domestic Haihuang. What did you feel? What did you think of after the match?" Kaioh Kaku asked with a grim face.
"Uh..." Kaiou Retsu was clearly caught off guard by Kaioh Kaku's question.
"I'll be direct. I'm quite disappointed."
"After all, he's someone with the title of Haihuang. His strength shouldn't be so lacking, should it?" Kaioh Kaku continued to press.
"Yes, you are right." Kaiou Retsu nodded.
"After the first round of seven matches, only three Chinese Martial Artists remain: you, me, and Allen." As Kaioh Kaku spoke, he got out of his wheelchair.
"The three of you from the Martial Arts Association, extend your dominant hands." Kaioh Kaku's tone was flat.
"Dominant hands?" The three chairmen of the Martial Arts Association looked at each other, then hesitantly extended their hands.
"It seems you've been pampered for a long time, with your soft hands."
"Put your hands together." Kaioh Kaku's voice was calm, but his tone conveyed a sense of unquestionable authority.
The three chairmen of the Martial Arts Association dared not disobey and could only put their hands together.
"Pfft!" Kaioh Kaku acted swiftly, using a steel needle to pin the hands of the three Martial Arts Association chairmen together, then raised his left hand and chopped down with a palm strike.
"Thud!" Three palms fell to the ground, blood gushing out!
"Ah—!!!" The three chairmen of the Martial Arts Association turned pale, clutching their severed wrists and falling to their knees, screaming in agony.
The Haihuangs in the meeting room grew even more panicked at this sight, especially the inferior Haihuangs.
"The culprits behind this disgrace are you, the Martial Arts Association. This is your punishment." Kaioh Kaku's voice was flat, as if he wasn't the one who had severed their dominant hands.
"Listen carefully, we must win the Great Raitai Tournament beautifully!"
"Clap! Clap!" Kaioh Kaku clapped his hands, and the meeting room door was pushed open. An uncle in white clothes with his hands in his pockets and a burly man with long black hair wearing a brown vest walked in.
"This is my son, Harunari, born when I was one hundred and twenty years old, and my friend, Long."
"They will both join the China Team."
"Wait a moment." Just then, someone spoke up, interrupting Kaioh Kaku.
"Hmm?" Kaioh Kaku turned to look.
"Then what about my match with Fan Haiwang?" asked Mao Haiwang, who was wearing a turban.
"A match will not be valid if even one person cannot participate." Kaioh Kaku slowly walked in front of Mao Haiwang and lightly threw a punch.
"Bang."
Mao Haiwang instantly lost consciousness, his wide, stout body falling stiffly to the ground.
Then Kaioh Kaku looked at Fan Haiwang, who was standing by.
"Do you have any problems?"
Fan Haiwang's face was pale, and he shook his head repeatedly. "No... no problems..."
Kaioh Kaku nodded in satisfaction, then turned to the crowd. "Alright, the China Team is now formed."
"Kaiou Retsu, Allen, go and communicate with the contestants from Neon and the United States. See if they agree."
Kaiou Retsu and Allen exchanged glances and left the meeting room.
In the hallway, Kaiou Retsu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Old Guo is truly angry this time."
Allen nodded. "Those fake Haihuangs really need to be disciplined. Being a Haihuang is about Martial Arts, not social niceties."
The two arrived at the foreign contestants' lounge and gathered the contestants.
"Gentlemen, we, the Chinese side, have a proposal." Kaiou Retsu surveyed the crowd.
"We want to change the competition format to a team competition. The China Team and the Neon-United States Team will each send five people, and the winner can continue to defend the arena."
Yujiro Hanma leaned against the wall, his shoulders trembling continuously, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Hahahahaha! Did you hear that? The China United Army against the Japan-America Victor's Group."
"A five-on-five match, the objective is truly obvious. It's so pathetic, I can't help but mock it, ah hahahahaha!" Yujiro continued to laugh after his taunt.
"It doesn't matter if you don't agree. I proposed the format. I just think it's too much of a waste of time to wait several days to deal with you weaklings."
"If you don't even have the courage to fight individually..."
"Then for the next match, all of you come at once. I'm in a hurry." Just as Kaiou Retsu felt embarrassed by the mockery, Allen spoke up.
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