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Battle damage statistics were gradually compiled from various outposts.

Of the 64 outposts on the outskirts, 39 were destroyed.

Three thousand one hundred and seventy-two soldiers were killed in action.

More than 1,800 people were seriously injured.

The moment the numbers came out.

The cheers over the communication channel gradually subsided.

Silence spread.

Only heavy breathing remained.

More than three thousand lives.

The victory that came at the cost of our efforts.

Lin Feng stood on the sea, looking at the numbers, without saying a word.

He turned around and pushed his mental energy along the sea surface into the distance.

The location where Song Henian was struck by the energy ball of the Nether Dragon no longer yielded a complete body.

But the lingering scent remains.

After a practitioner of the Blood Curse Technique dies, the black blood remaining in their body will persist for a certain period of time.

The Nether Dragon lowered its head and swept its gaze across the red sea.

It makes a chanting sound.

confirm.

Song Henian's breath completely stopped, with no trace of life remaining.

dead.

Raymond Lam took a picture.

The unique patterns left on the sea surface by the Blood Curse technique, combined with Song Henian's aura.

Sufficient proof of identity.

I edited two messages and sent them to Duan Hongyuan and the National Defense Commission respectively.

"Song Henian has been executed; evidence attached."

After sending the message, he put the communicator back in his pocket.

I looked up at the eastern horizon.

The sea was so calm it was nauseating.

-

The seas near Japan.

A hidden military port.

Eiji Fujiba's body fell from the sky.

Half of his body was charred black, and his kimono was reduced to just a few scraps of cloth hanging on his body.

The muscle tissue beneath the skin was burned by the dragon's breath, curling up and emitting white smoke.

The port guards rushed up and were stunned when they saw him.

"Fuji...Fujiba-sama?!"

This is the third level of the Martial Emperor.

The top ten strongest fighters in Japan.

Now he lies on the ground like a dog, motionless.

Eiji Fujiba's lips moved.

Blood gushed from the corner of his mouth.

He only had time to say one sentence.

"Their combat strength far exceeds expectations... The attack has failed."

His eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

The guards hurriedly carried the person away.

A young soldier asked in a low voice, "Where are Lord Sanada and Lord Itō?"

No one answered him.

Because the answer was written on the half of Fujiba Eiji's charred body.

-

The Japanese Martial Arts Cabinet.

Emergency meeting room.

The twelve members of the Martial Arts Cabinet sat around a long table on either side.

The battle report was laid out on the table.

Three emperors were sent on expeditions.

Shu Sanada, die.

Kukai Ito died.

Fujiba Eiji is seriously injured and in a coma.

Of the more than one hundred elite warriors at the Martial Saint level who accompanied him, fewer than ten returned.

The conference room was deathly silent.

"That good-for-nothing Song Henian!"

An old man slammed his hand on the table.

He said the Dragon Kingdom's East China Sea defense line was utterly vulnerable! He said Lin Feng was just a martial arts saint!

"A Martial Emperor-level beast! He didn't mention it once!"

"Of the three Martial Emperors sent there, two never returned. What happened to his intelligence? What happened to all those solemn promises he made?"

Another cabinet member sneered, "It's better that he's dead. Saves us the trouble of silencing him when he comes back."

No one spoke up for Song Henian.

Dead people aren't worth wasting your breath on.

There was silence for a moment.

"This failed attack could cause serious diplomatic trouble."

The white-haired old man sitting in the main seat spoke, his voice hoarse.

He looked around at everyone present.

"We are the aggressor. If the Dragon Kingdom uses this as an excuse to pressure us in conjunction with other forces..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

But everyone understood.

This is the most devastating loss Japan has suffered in a century.

It's not just about combat strength.

A flaw in appearance is harder to repair than a lack of combat strength.

-

Eiji Fujiba awakens.

He lay on the hospital bed, half of his body wrapped in gauze soaked in elixirs.

The martial arts cabinet members arrived at the ward immediately.

"Lin Feng himself is indeed strong, but the truly fatal thing is that Nether Dragon."

Fujiba Eiji's voice was weak, and he was panting as he spoke each word.

"Its recovery status is incomplete... The contract must have been established recently."

He coughed up two mouthfuls of bloody saliva.

"The Eight-Headed Dragon Locking Formation... use that to seal it."

The cabinet members exchanged glances.

I understand what the other person means.

-

Dragon Kingdom.

Emergency video conference of the National Defense Committee.

The screen was divided into more than a dozen panels, with the core generals of the four major military regions all online.

"I advocate for an immediate counterattack! While Japan is severely weakened, let's launch a direct attack!"

The hardliners slammed their fists on the table.

"no."

A middle-aged man in a civil servant uniform shook his head.

"The East China Sea defense line has suffered heavy losses and now lacks the strength for an offensive. We should first stabilize the defense line and then exert pressure through diplomatic channels."

He paused for a moment.

"Lin Feng has already killed two Japanese martial emperors, and the strategic deterrence has been achieved. There is no need to further escalate the conflict."

"The best solution is for Japan to offer compensation and for both sides to compromise."

The screen remained silent for two seconds.

Lin Feng's video feed was integrated into the meeting.

He stood before the ruins of the 12th outpost.

Behind him were still-smoking building ruins, and at his feet were spent shell casings and rubble that hadn't been cleared away.

His combat uniform was still stained with dried blood.

His face was expressionless.

"The lives of three thousand soldiers."

Lin Feng spoke up.

"How many spirit stones are you prepared to make Japan pay for each one?"

The civil official opened his mouth.

I couldn't say anything.

Duan Hongyuan's image is striking.

boom!

He slammed his hand on the table, and the surface cracked.

"Anyone who dares to mention negotiations again will first have to read out the entire list of those killed in action in the East China Sea!"

"Three thousand one hundred and seventy-two names! Read them all aloud without missing a single one! After you've finished, then you can tell me 'Let's each take a step back'!"

The meeting room fell completely silent.

The conservatives fell silent.

Just then.

A soldier rushed in.

"Report! Japan has released a statement to the entire internet!"

Screen switching.

The official live stream from Japan popped up.

A Japanese spokesperson, dressed in a white haori, stood in front of the camera, speaking calmly.

"Lin Feng, a martial artist from the Dragon Kingdom, has wantonly slaughtered hundreds of martial arts practitioners in our country. His methods are cruel and outrageous."

"We express our strongest condemnation of this."

Screen switch.

In a cell enclosed by iron bars, five people dressed in Chinese military uniforms knelt on the ground.

His hands and feet were chained, and his face was injured.

It was a reconnaissance team that lost contact with the East China Sea defense line.

The spokesperson continued.

"In order to urge China to hand over the murderer Lin Feng, we will publicly execute these five Chinese soldiers in twelve hours."

The live stream footage focused on the faces of those five people.

The meeting room erupted in chaos.

"Shameless!"

"They've turned the tables on us!"

Lin Feng stared at the five faces on the screen.

The youngest one looks to be under twenty.

His hands slowly clenched into fists.

The communicator presses the reply button.

He only said one sentence.

"No need to wait twelve hours."

"I'm going right now, and I'll kill him!"

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