My whole family is involved in diplomacy, so you dare to flex your muscles?

The moment Gu Yun looked up, the temperature in the entire studio seemed to drop by more than ten degrees.

If his gaze was previously like a calm lake, occasionally rippling with a slight wave.

So now, that lake surface has been completely frozen into millennia-old ice.

"Modern History..."

His voice was no longer as gentle and peaceful as before, but had become hoarse and low, as if he was trying his best to suppress something.

"You want to talk to me about modern history?"

He looked at Yamamoto, a smile that was more like a grimace tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"OK."

"I'll talk to you."

He didn't use any diplomatic language, nor did he preach any grand principles.

"In 1894, during the First Sino-Japanese War, our side suffered 31,500 casualties. After the war, you used the Treaty of Shimonoseki to plunder 230 million taels of silver from us, which was equivalent to seven years of your fiscal revenue at the time."

"In 1900, the Eight-Nation Alliance invaded China. As one of the main forces, you committed arson, murder, and looting in Beijing. Countless treasures and cultural relics were burned or looted."

"On September 18, 1931, you brazenly launched an invasion. For fourteen years, our Chinese land has been devastated."

Gu Yun's voice grew softer and softer, but every word was like a heavy hammer blow, striking the hearts of everyone present.

He didn't make a vehement accusation, nor did he weep and wail in an attempt to gain sympathy.

He was simply stating a fact.

State the cruelest facts in the calmest tone.

"Do you want to hear the data? I'll give it to you."

Gu Yun's eyes had turned blood red.

"Nanjing, 300,000."

"Lushun, 20,000."

"Pingdingshan, three thousand."

"Panjiayu, 1230."

"..."

With each place name and number he uttered, the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

In the end, only his cold, hoarse voice echoed in the empty studio.

Countless wronged souls seemed to descend upon this brightly lit studio, following his voice.

Desolate and mournful.

Yamamoto's face had turned from white to green, and then from green to purple.

He felt like he was suffocating.

The figure of Gu Yun before him seemed to grow incredibly tall, and behind Gu Yun were countless blurry and pained faces, staring at him with venomous eyes.

"No...don't say anymore..." Yamamoto finally broke down, clutching his head and letting out a piercing scream.

However, Gu Yun did not stop.

He walked towards Yamamoto step by step.

The leather shoes stomped on the floor, making a "tap, tap, tap" sound, each step feeling like a blow to Yamamoto's heart.

"Didn't you want to talk?"

"Don't you find this part of history 'interesting'?"

"Didn't you think we were 'completely defenseless'?"

Gu Yun walked up to Yamamoto and looked down at him.

"This part of history..."

Gu Yun's voice suddenly rose, like a thunderclap from the heavens, resounding throughout the entire venue!

"It is both blood and tears! And evidence of crime!"

"You, as a descendant of the perpetrator!"

He stretched out his finger, almost poking Yamamoto's nose.

"They should listen on their knees!"

These four words, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, carrying with them the blood and tears accumulated by a nation for a century, crashed into every corner of the studio.

The voice contained no flowery words, no impassioned tone, only an unyielding coldness and heaviness.

The scene was deathly silent.

The audience, who had just felt oppressed by Gu Yun's data presentation, now forgot to even breathe.

They stared wide-eyed, incredulous at the completely different Gu Yun on stage.

Is this still the same gentle and refined gentleman with a gentle smile?

No, that's not it.

The one standing there now is clearly a vengeful god who has emerged from a sea of ​​blood and a mountain of corpses!

The aura emanating from him was no longer about debating skills or verbal sparring, but a pure, boundless rage originating from the depths of his soul!

[Oh my god... I feel like all my blood has turned cold... Gu-ge's aura is terrifying...]

This isn't a debate anymore, it's a trial! I feel weak in the knees just watching this on screen. How is that Japanese kid feeling right now?

[Listen on your knees! Well said! Absolutely right! This kind of unrepentant beast deserves to kneel! He should be made to repent for the crimes of his ancestors!]

I cried, I really cried, not from sadness, but from excitement! We finally have someone who dared to say these things in front of the whole world!

We always say we should forget hatred and look forward, but that requires them to confess their sins! If they don't, then we must help them remember! Remember them for generations to come!

Yamamoto's face turned pale. He seemed paralyzed with fear, too scared to move an inch. Serves him right! He was just being a smart aleck!

[This is what a true diplomat is! Not only must they be able to reason, but they must also bare their fangs when provoked!]

On stage, facing this overwhelming rage, Yamamoto felt as if he were already dead.

His mind went blank.

The place names and numbers Gu Yun had just mentioned were burning into his nerves.

Nanjing, 300,000...

Lushun, 20,000...

Behind those cold numbers are vibrant lives and histories that were deliberately obscured or even embellished from his childhood.

Before he arrived, his team told him that he could use modern history to attack China, because that was their sore spot and their Achilles' heel.

With just a gentle poke, they'll be enraged and thrown into disarray.

But he never expected that Gu Yun hadn't hit China's weak spot.

Gu Yun turned that period of history into the sharpest weapon, stabbing it into Yamamoto's heart!

He felt that he was not confronting one person, but confronting 35 million restless wronged souls!

In Gu Yun's blood-red eyes, what was reflected was not Yamamoto's face, but mountains of corpses and seas of blood, broken walls and ruins, and a hell on earth filled with wails!

"No...no..."

Yamamoto's lips trembled, and he let out an unintelligible roar from his throat.

He wanted to argue, to say that those were things of the past, to say that the war was the fault of both sides, to say that we were also victims...

But faced with Gu Yun's palpable killing intent, he couldn't utter a single word.

His legs went weak, and his body moved backward uncontrollably.

"Didn't you want to talk?"

Gu Yun watched him retreat and took a step forward as well, the oppressive feeling following him like a shadow.

"Don't you find it interesting?"

Another step.

Yamamoto felt as if his heart was about to be crushed by the sound of footsteps.

He tripped over something, lost his balance, and staggered backward.

"Didn't you think we were completely defenseless?"

Gu Yun took the last step, his voice so cold it sounded like it could scrape off ice shards.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Under the gaze of hundreds of millions of viewers around the world, Yamamoto, the Japanese athlete, slammed his knees heavily onto the polished floor, kneeling before Gu Yun in a humiliating posture.

Time stood still at this moment.

The whole world seemed to have lost its sound.

The studio director instinctively gave it a close-up shot.

In the picture, Gu Yun, dressed in a dark suit, stands tall and straight like a pine tree, looking down at the world. Behind him is the bright five-star red flag.

At his feet, Yamamoto, who had been so arrogant and domineering just moments before, knelt on the ground in a sorry state, his body trembling violently with fear and humiliation, like a dog whose spine had been broken.

This scene is incredibly powerful and impactful.

It's like an oil painting, forever imprinted in the minds of everyone who saw it.

Backstage in the control room, the director clenched his fists so tightly that he didn't even feel his nails digging into his flesh.

His eyes gleamed, and he muttered to himself, "This is insane... these ratings... they're absolutely insane..."

Meanwhile, the representatives from other countries in the stands all looked deathly pale.

Especially the contestants from Europe, they suddenly remembered what Gu Yun said during the first round of debate.

"More than a hundred years ago, you raised the banner of 'civilization' and used your powerful ships and cannons to blast open the doors of our country..."

They suddenly felt a wave of fear.

Gu Yun wasn't joking.

He really dares to bring up all the old grievances and settle accounts with you one by one!

He is not a docile sheep; he is a lion from the East, who has been asleep for a hundred years and has just awakened!

And now, this lion has revealed its incredibly sharp claws!