Chapter 274 - A Heart-Stirring Palm

Chapter 274 A Heart-Stirring Palm

Li Zhanwu's shouting prevented those who were going to jump onto the stage, but the other person he shouted for did not appear.

Over the Sunset District, the words "Sick Man of East Asia" were still echoing. Each word slammed the hearts of all Huaxia people. They were suppressed to lose their breath by shame.

"Sick man of East Asia, sick man of East Asia..."

...

"You have shouted for a while. Don’t you feel tired?" The sudden voice, though calm but powerful, was like a stone thrown into a stagnant lake, activated this pool of stagnant water.

Li Zhanwu opened his eyes wide and couldn't control his excitement. He made a roar: "Qin Hao, Qin Hao, Qin Hao...!"

In fanatical roars, Li Zhanwu's blood was boiling. He was too excited to control the eruption of his emotions. A drop of long-last tear fell, which let him realize that men only shed tears when they were deeply moved.

He really wanted to rush to hug Qin Hao's thigh and cry: Brother Hao, you finally came, wuwuwah!

Li Zhanwu's fanatic roar naturally caught the attention of the people around him. They turned their eyes at the high platform. At this time, on the high platform, there was a handsome young officer in a military uniform. If this person was little known before, then today he was definitely known by people at the scene.

"Boom!"

Like what Li Zhanwu did, the Huaxia people at the scene suddenly exploded with shouting like a volcano. They shouted the young man's name: Qin Hao, Qin Hao, Qin Hao...!

Their eyes were filled with tears in the heat and moving atmosphere.

The instructor of Sky Group came back. Qin Hao finally came back. It was the time that they could wash off their shame, the shame of the Huaxia people.

The audience was too excited to notice how Qin Hao suddenly appeared on the arena, but no one cared about it as well. What they care was how Qin Hao would beat that son of a bitch down and tell the world that Huaxia people were no longer the Sick Man of Asia. Huaxia was a great nation and a real powerhouse.

At this moment, Qin Hao did not know that he had the expectations of too many people.

"You are Qin Hao. Oh, you finally appeared." Locke on the stage had heard about Qin Hao for long. Before they set off, they had already received details of every member of Sky Group, and Qin Hao, the instructor of Sky Group, was the key point of the key points.

Even if he had never seen Qin Hao before, he could know that this person in front of him was Qin Hao, judged by the thunderous shouts from under the stage.

He saw Qin Hao's picture, and the man in the photo was so young that he couldn't believe this person was the instructor of Sky Group. Now he finally saw Qin Hao himself, and he was still surprised at Qin Hao's young age. He was too young.

"I am Qin Hao. Have you bullied enough?" Qin Hao stared at him, speaking in a cold voice. His eyes passed the burnt bodies on the stage that could not be recognized, and his face became colder and colder.

"You did this?" Qin Hao opened his mouth again and his voice was colder.

Locke glanced at the bodies on the stage with disdain and snorted. "Yes, I did it. It's an honor for these sick men to be killed by me."

"Sick man, hum." Qin Hao twisted his mouth corner, "Let's say, in which way do you want to die?"

"What, I die? Haha, except being ignorant and bragging, what else can you Huaxia people do? You must die today. Today, I will let the world appreciate the spectacular scene of burning the instructor of Sky Group.” When he finished speaking, Locke waved his hand and a fireball appeared in his palm.

The fireball was plumped rapidly to a huge fireball in flapping sound, burning raging flames which reached an extremely high temperature.

People under the stage tensed up. Just now they saw it with their own eyes that this fireball burned countless masters to death and ruined the lives of countless people.

Qin Hao was also a bit surprised. It was the first time he had seen someone making a fireball.

However, heart-stopping things that let Qin Hao surprised was going on. Fireballs jumped out in the air one by one. Quick as a wink, Locke was surrounded by a dozen of fireballs. He himself was all circled by the fireballs. His figure twisted and floated in the raging fire.

His Westerner's rough face appeared to be so hideous in the flame.

"You are honored to see my twelve repeating fireballs. Now, I will send you to see God." After that, he sang a spell, "The almighty Lord of Vulcan, please give me the force to destroy that humble human. Go!”

As he said "go", the fire roared and the wind screamed. Twelve fireballs turned into twelve fire shadows and rushing toward Qin Hao. In the middle of their way, six fireballs strangely disappeared, and people could see only six left rushing to Qin Hao.

Seeing this, Huaxia audience under the stage tensed up at once.

Maybe Qin Hao could dodge the visible fireballs, but they were worried about the disappeared ones. Perhaps inadvertently, those fireballs had already secretly ignited one's body. Previously a lot of people caught fire in such a strange way.

Qin Hao stood still. He looked at the roaring fireballs indifferently, and a sneer slipped out of his mouth. Locke's trump card was just so-so. Those hidden fireballs could not even match the Shadow's invisibility skill. He could even find Shadow, let alone those hidden fireballs.

In fact, even now he could not see those hidden fireballs. They could not burn on him, for he had perfected Skin Refining, so neither fire nor water could hurt him. He could bear the fireballs, but he had to keep his clothes from them, for if he was burned naked in public, that would be too shameful.

So, finally, he dodged. When the visible and invisible fireballs dashing to him, his figure simply vanished in the air, because his action was too fast to be caught by eyes.

"Oh!"

The audience exclaimed, and Locke also paused. His fireballs were fast enough, but he didn’t expect his opponent to be faster than his fireballs. Now Qin Hao vanished, and he couldn't find Qin Hao on the arena.

The audience could not find Qin Hao on the arena, too. But some people found Qin Hao in another place. They opened unbelievable eyes widely, looking at the figure suspending above Locke's head, with their jaws dropped.

How could people suspending in the air and don't fall? Were they in a martial arts film?

Obviously not, because there were no slings nor helicopters above.

Then this was true. Someone could really suspend in the air. Was this person still a human being? No, he was already a god.

More and more people have discovered this amazing scene. More and more people dropped their jaws and their faces showed they were shocked.

"Where are you? Did you run away? Ha, you cannot just run away! Come out!” Locke had not found that Qin Hao was above him. He simply didn't think of that Qin Hao could float in the air above his head.

"Are you looking for me?" The voice from above made Locke stunned, then his face changed quickly and raised his head. The same shocking expression appeared on his rough face.

"Oh my God, you...!"

As Locke just opened his mouth, a huge palm print slammed down. In a loud booming sound, the ground trembled and dust was blown a few feet high.

Locke had disappeared from the arena. The entire arena was completely ruined. Except for its edge, there was only a huge black hole in the shape of a palm in the center. In the black hole, there was nothing but remains of arena and Locke who had become a meat pie.

Silence. Everything became silent except screaming wind.

It was too heart-stirring that everyone could not react at the moment.

Qin Hao stood in the air with his hands behind and glanced at the meat pie in the dark hole below. He walked down step by step in the air, as if there had been invisible stairs under his feet. People below were shocked by his movements again.

This scene had become many people's profound memory in their hearts that would never fade. Many of them were proud to see this great scene even on the day of their death.

"You come up together." Qin Hao landed on the edge of the arena and spoke calmly to people of the WS and Gapan. Although his tongue was very calm and indifferent, his every word exploded overhead like thunder. The thunder was sounded in the ears of competitors of the WS and Gapan, making their hearts pounding. Cold sweat ran from their forehead.

This time, their arrogance and rampancy all flew away. They finally realized the gap between themselves and Qin Hao. Qin Hao only waved his hand and turned their best Super-Warrior into a meat pie.

The strongest one was killed, and the rest feared. Even all of them came up, Qin Hao could easily turn them into dead bodies.

Huaxia audience in the stand came back to earth. They looked at the WS people, and some of them even shouted, "Come on, Yankees. You were so arrogant, uh? What did you say? We are Sick Men of East Asia? Now you are afraid of we sick men! It turns out that you are sick men, hahaha...!”

Huaxia audiences burst laugh to those WS people. At this moment, the depression in their heart was finally released.

The leader of Super-Warriors, Sika's face was as pale as ashes. It was beyond his expectation that Qin Hao was such a powerful master. In front of such a powerful person, he even lost the desire for fighting. He looked up to the short old man who led Gapan team, Aikawa, hoping Samurais could stand up and resolve their crisis, at least helping them save a little face.

However, Aikawa closed his eyes and ignored Sika's looking as if everything around had nothing to do with him. He wants my man court death, but we are not fools, as Aikawa thought.

"This bloody old fox, damn it." Sika secretly cursed Aikawa, and then stood up in desperation.

Facing the ridicule from Huaxia audience, Sika was embarrassed, and then he forced a smile that was uglier than crying, “Huaxia martial cultivators really deserve your reputation. We admit the WS warriors are defeated.”

"Boom!"

The stand boiled. They were defeated. The WS threw in sponge. Qin Hao used only one palm and totally beat the WS that was so arrogant previously.

Qin Hao, a great name. Huaxia was proud of him.

However, Qin Hao didn't indulge in such glory and jubilation. He didn't care about the praise. He cared about the bullying and insult from the WS and those people who were burned to death on this stage.

"I don't accept your surrender. You have only two choices: one is to come up the on the stage and die like a man, and the other is to wait for me going down and kill you all. Today you have only one ending that is death!”

The last word "death" was emphasized, arousing an earthquake in everyone's heart. The boiling crowd instantly calmed down, looking at the Aries-liked young soldier on the stage with worship, awe and fear.

The WS team members, including Sika, each felt a chill running through his heart. Some of them even trembled slightly.