Rebirth: City Sovereign

Pale white electric currents continuously emitted out from Zhang Fann's body, flowing to the ground.    

In the sky, there was a Purple Ice Dragon that blotted out the sky and blotted out the sun.    

Behind them, there were 90,000 audience members who had long despaired.    

In front of him were the unscathed members of the United States.    

Even if Zhang Fann defeated the vice-captain William of the United States, in order to become the champion of National War of Martial Arts, he would have to continuously defeat four people, and even become the captain of the United States team who had never appeared before.    

Forget about the difference in strength, even from the point of view of just using up his Fa Li, it was definitely impossible for Zhang Fann to accomplish this.    

Zhang Fann himself was very clear that today, the Chinese Team should end up as the loser.    

No matter how he looked at it, there was no longer any need to fight in this match.    

But even so, Zhang Fann still stood up.    

Just like that, Yuki sat cross-legged on the head of the purple ice dragon.    

"Thunder Arts? "What a coincidence, haha!"    

He opened his mouth wide and laughed.    

On the stage, William looked at Zhang Fann, whose eyes were filled with fighting spirit, and shook his head.    

"I can't understand."    

His red eyes sized up Zhang Fann as he spoke.    

"Why not surrender? You should understand now, that we are all God's Might, or perhaps, do you really think that with your own Peak of Elemental Core, you can defeat all of us? "    

However, Zhang Fann merely raised his hands and gathered one pale Thunder Arts after another.    

"Everyone, do your best. As the acting captain, I have no reason to back down."    

"Even if it's just one point, I will fight for it with all my strength!"    

"Is that so?"    

William replied as he took out a transparent, small glass tube from his waist and placed a black capsule inside.    

Lifting his right hand towards Zhang Fann, William used his thumb and forefinger to pick up the glass tube as he spoke.    

"Eat, this is a special capsule that can help you raise your cultivation level in a short period of time."    

"In the next ten minutes, you will be as strong as I am."    

"This way, the match won't be too boring, and these spectators won't feel so hopeless."    

But Zhang Fann just shook his head.    

"No need."    

Hearing Zhang Fann's words, William was startled, but soon let out a sneer.    

"Heh."    

From the two fingers on his right hand, a nearly pure purple bolt of lightning with a faint white glow sprang out. William directly crushed the glass tube into fine powder.    

"You have guts."    

After he finished speaking, bolts of near pure purple lightning also exploded out from within William's body!    

Tsssssss! *    

Unlike the extremely overbearing Pure Yang lightning that borrowed the lightning from the heaven on Zhang Fann's body, the lightning that emitted from William's body, when called lightning, was more like lightning that came from a generator.    

Compared to the thick white lightning on Zhang Fann's body, the electric currents on William's body were much thinner and denser, like a purple net, wrapping around William.    

Feeling the boundless energy in his body, William said loudly.    

"In order to respect you, an expert of China, I will do my best!"    

Zhang Fann immediately understood what William meant.    

Victory or defeat in a single strike!    

Zhang Fann nodded in reply. Following that, several hundred talismans flew out from his sleeves, surrounded his body, and stuck onto his body. The talisman emitted streaks of white lightning, causing Zhang Fann's entire body to be enveloped in the blazing white light.    

"Lightning Sutra Possession!"    

After Zhang Fann shouted, all of the white lightning on his body exploded as it surrounded him. His hair and eyes had all turned pale white, but Zhang Fann did not stop there.    

Then how many were there?    

Thousands, tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands. The blue character on the white background was arranged neatly behind Zhang Fann like a white city wall that was a few hundred meters tall. It was impossible to calculate how many talismans there were.    

Following that, streaks of white lightning emerged from the surface of Zhang Fann's body and fiercely dashed towards the talisman wall. The white paper wall instantly transformed into a several hundred meter tall electric net that was not one bit inferior to the huge purple ice dragon in the sky.    

The white-haired Zhang Fann turned his hands and conjured a spell. The electric net separated from the middle and transformed into six gigantic Thunder Column s. They turned around and floated in the air, pointing at William who was tens of metres away from him.    

Zhang Fann had once used this move on Ye Kai in the Heavenly Master Dao Dao Monastery.    

Six Staff Heaven Thunder Column!    

Completing the [Lightning Emperor's Body Possession], using the six staff Heavenly Thunder Column s was the strongest skill that Zhang Fann could do.    

Yuki who was seated on the dragon head looked at the spectacular scene behind Zhang Fann, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.    

"It's really only an Yuan Dan?"    

"Hahahaha!" "In less than ten years, with your talent, you will definitely step into the Divine Energy realm, but today —"    

"You will lose!"    

William raised his head high up and laughed at the sky.    

He smiled and took out two silver handguns with intricate patterns and countless blue gems engraved on them from his waist. Raising his hand, he put the two handguns together and with a flash of white light, the two handguns suddenly combined into a large cannon that was over ten meters long and had a silver Gun Barrel.    

The blue gems all over the Gun Barrel's body continued to emit a dazzling radiance. The purple lightning energy began to gather at the mouth of the Gun Barrel's pipe, finally forming a purple lightning ball with a radius of fifty meters.    

The ultimate showdown between Eastern Heavenly Thunder and Western Profound Thunder!    

Covered by the purple electric net, even William's pupils turned from red to purple. It could be seen that he had indeed used his true strength this time.    

Seemingly happier than he had ever been, William pointed his Gun Barrel at Zhang Fann.    

"Come, Warrior of the China!"    

"Use this move of yours to attack. I will receive it, and crush the last bit of dignity of your China Warrior into dust!"    

In the next second, Zhang Fann raised his right hand, and the six gigantic Thunder Column shot towards where William was.    

William pulled the trigger of the Cannonball in his hand, and the purple ball of lightning, along with a loud explosion, shot towards Zhang Fann's Thunder Column!    

"Thunder Arts Six Staff Heavenly Thunder Column!"    

"Electric death!"    

Boom!    

The two of them shouted out the names of their ultimate skills. It was as if tens of thousands of flash bombs had exploded in the arena. The terrifying shockwaves from their attacks nearly sent the spectators in the first few rows flying.    

White and purple streaks of lightning exploded in the center of the explosion, and the rumbling sounds were so loud that it seemed as if people's eardrums would shatter. Even the ice giant that was floating above the bird's nest was actually emitting cracking sounds, as if it was about to be shattered by the lightning energy that had engulfed the entire bird's nest.    

Boom!    

Finally, a vibration that far exceeded the sound of an explosion rang out. The thunder and lightning that lasted for more than ten seconds slowly calmed down.    

Black smoke slowly rose from the arena. At this moment, there was no longer a single perfect spot on the arena. Countless holes containing traces of electric shrapnel appeared in the arena. The suffocating smell of coke covered all of the regions.    

Pata.    

As the smoke dispersed, a man in a navy blue military uniform appeared in the center of the explosion.    

"You are very strong, Warrior of the China."    

Looking at Zhang Fann who was at his feet, with his blurry consciousness and sinister wounds all over, William slowly spoke.    

"Based on the mastery of the Thunder Arts, you probably have the strongest China today."    

Then, he turned around and slowly walked off the stage.    

"Unfortunately, you're not my match in the end."    

Zhang Fann fell in the arena, not saying a word, and did not even have the strength to stand up. Gritting his teeth tightly, he bit down on the corner of his mouth. A stream of Blood Line flowed down from the inside, but Zhang Fann's face was filled with an unreconciled expression.    

Yuki looked at William as he got off the stage, and started to grin.    

"Haha, vice-captain said that he was going all out, but in reality, he is still a pitiful little bug in the China. He was only using half of his strength."    

"If you use your full strength, don't even mention you, none of the Chinese here will survive!"    

All of the China spectators looked at the arrogant Habock, all of them clenching their fists, but none of them dared to say anything.    

Because the loser didn't have the qualifications to speak!    

William shook his head indifferently, using a voice that only the members of the American team could hear, and said: "That strike of his, had the faint feeling of breaking through the Yuan Dan, and was comparable to the power of the Spirit Qi."    

Following that, a white electric current suddenly shot out from William's right cheek, slicing a scar on his face, and scorching blood slowly flowed out.    

"Vice-captain, you are actually injured?"    

Habock looked at William and spoke in shock. Before this, Habock had never seen William receiving any injuries.    

William being injured was something that surprised him, but to the China Warrior s at the scene, it was the thing that made them despair the most.    

Anyone could tell that Zhang Fann's previous attack had exhausted all of his strength, but this kind of attack had actually left a simple scratch on William's body!    

The atmosphere of despair once again spread throughout the China spectator stands.    

This was the strength of the cicada allied hegemon!    

William did not respond. He only used the thumb of his right hand to gently wipe away the blood on his face before slowly opening his mouth.    

"You can prepare to receive the champion's prize."    

Pang Baozong slowly walked onto the stage and carried Zhang Fann off his back.    

"General Pang, I …"    

Zhang Fann gritted his teeth. He really wanted to win this round for China, but even this small wish of his became an extravagant existence in front of the extremely strong and despairing United States team.    

"Alright, stop talking."    

Pang Baozong slowly spoke out, interrupting Zhang Fann's words.    

"You've done well."    

There was only dead silence.    

Zhang Fann wanted to win one point, but how could the spectators not think the same?    

When the gigantic wall made of talismans appeared, the spectators were all filled with anticipation for Zhang Fann. They hoped that he could win against William and win against him.    

However, reality had given them a cruel strike. No matter how hard Zhang Fann used his last strike, the gulf between divine power and Yuan Dan was not something that could be made up for with just a word of effort.    

At that moment, looking at Zhang Fann who was being carried down by Pang Baozong, the hearts of the spectators in the China were filled with even more despair than before.    

Different from the situation with China, the forums and Underground World outside the borders were now filled with cheers.    

"Hahaha, like I said before, no matter how strong the Chinese Team is, how can it be a match for the American team?"    

"Aiya, thankfully I still bet my entire fortune on the American team. I'm rich now!"    

"Can you fight for a point? You guys are fighting in the same region, and you are even fighting in the capital of the China. Isn't that too embarrassing?"    

Bullets and messages like that appeared in every corner of the European network. People smiled mockingly, as if they had also become part of the United States team, bringing glory to their country.    

Kagamiya Ryoma watched everything silently, his right hand unconsciously holding onto his sword sheath, an Asian Protector standing beside him said gloomily.    

"Lord Dragon Horse, I finally understand. No matter how hard the Asian Warrior tries, in the end, this world belongs to the Western world."    

"Accept our fate, we aren't their match."    

Kagamiya Ryoma still wanted to say something, but when he saw the disheartened look on his face, he could only sigh inwardly.    

'Is the United States team really unshakable? '    

The host carried the golden dragon's trophy and five medals onto the stage helplessly. Seeing this, Yuki smiled, then jumped down from the head of the purple ice dragon and landed on the field.    

Habock crossed his hands over his chest, and with a disdainful sneer, he walked onto the stage.    

Stula and William followed a little behind and straightened their bodies. Their leather boots made clattering sounds as they stepped on the hard ground.    

Under the silent gazes of the 90,000 onlookers, the four of them walked onto the stage.    

"Sigh, this time I've really made the martial way of China lose a lot of face." Habock purposely put on a helpless look and said.    

"The medals and trophies are all empty. I just want to know what kind of magical equipment will be available and what kind of baptism they will receive." Yuki also laughed and said.    

"Alright, be more serious." William said.    

"After all, there's nothing we can do about the loss of Chinese Team."    

"Regardless of whether it's the trophy, medal, magical equipment, or the mystery of the Celestial Sect, they all belong to the United States."    

When the host from the China heard them say that, he seemed to be extremely unreconciled. He turned his head, looked at Pang Baozong and Youth Training Team who were seated in the audience seats with anticipation, and said.    

"Chinese Team, you only have four members."    

"According to the rules of the tournament, you can also send one of your members up on stage."    

"Is there anyone else who can go up on stage?"    

However, when the members of Youth Training Team heard this, they did not reveal any expression of joy. Instead, they tightly clenched their fists, and did not say a single word.    

To go up, who could go up?    

If even the home team could not defeat a single American team, who could? It would only be a disgrace to send more people up.    

Pang Baozong lowered his head, as if he had aged several decades: "I lost, I really lost …"    

His Chinese Team had lost, and he had lost without taking a single point.    

This heavy fact was like a mountain pressing down on their hearts.    

The China spectator stand was still deathly still.    

The girls who were sitting in their seats started crying out of grievance.    

While the other Warrior s all sighed, felt furious, resentful, and even many people tore apart their tickets, preparing to leave the bird's nest. They wanted to leave this place that countless people were once proud of, yet now, everyone felt sad.    

Yuki stood on the stage, facing all the China Warrior, and let out a ridiculing laugh: "Hahahaha, what overweeningly arrogant Chinese Team, in the end, you still haven't completely lost!"    

But before Yuki could finish his sentence, a thunderous voice suddenly sounded from the sky above the bird's nest!    

A red sword suddenly appeared from the clouds, like a comet, it abruptly fell onto the ground and accurately stabbed into the ground, standing in front of the American team members!    

What followed was a sound that shook the entire arena and shook the entire world.    

"Who said Chinese Team lost?"