Chapter 30: The Strong Are Supreme

"Explanation?"

Zhang Cheng stood on the arena platform, suddenly looked up, his gaze as regal and imposing as a king's.

Scanning the surrounding murmurs of doubt, a hint of contempt curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Who do you think you are? You're nothing but a bunch of defeated subordinates,"

"Why should I bother explaining to you failures?"

He shifted his tone, directing his accusation straight at the Xiao Han Republic.

"You say my nation envies you? That's absurd! Xiao Han Republic, a speck of land, with a weak economy and barren culture,

Even your prized Summoned Creature appears insignificant before my Black and White Impermanence, utterly powerless."

Zhang Cheng's voice was laced with mockery.

"I truly find it hard to understand, Xiao Han Republic, what capital do you actually have to be proud of?"

"Is it because of deep‑seated inferiority that you mask it with outward arrogance?"

"You worthless trash, on what right do you point fingers at my Dragon Nation!"

As for the other nations, Zhang Cheng dismissed each of them without mercy:

"Great Hero Nation, huh, in our confrontations, whether it's He Tong or Da She Wan, when have they ever been my opponents?"

"As for the Beautiful Nation, you shout liberty and democracy all day yet wear a hypocritical mask—don't you find it tiring?"

"Triumphal Empire, stop flaunting your strength before me, or I'll make your faces scrape the ground!"

"As for Tianzhu Nation, I'm too lazy to even mention it." His words were full of contempt and disdain.

"The explanation you want?"

Before Zhang Cheng finished speaking, the silhouette of the Black and White Impermanence silently materialized behind him,

The Underworld Soul Reaper, in quiet patience, awaited Zhang Cheng's command.

Zhang Cheng pointed toward the Xiao Han Republic's audience stands, his voice lofty and cold,

"In the Ke Xuan Di Ji, Jin Yongshun and Pu Xiangzhong brutally killed five innocent civilians of my nation.

Today, here,

I will offer five hundred lives out of the five thousand Xiao Han Republic people as sacrifice, to soothe the spirits of my Dragon Nation's departed!"

Zhang Cheng's gaze was steadfast, revealing an undeniable resolve.

"This is my final explanation to you! Black and White Impermanence, execute!"

At Zhang Cheng's command, the Black and White Impermanence's form surged instantly,

Unleashing earth‑shaking murderous aura like a black tidal wave, it swept toward the Xiao Han Republic's audience stands in an instant.

The air grew suddenly heavy, as if the sky above was shrouded by dark clouds,

The dense murderous aura pressed down like a solid mass,

The breath of death enveloped every Xiao Han Republic person's face,

"Zhang Cheng, what are you doing?"

A terrified spectator cried out, his voice trembling with shock, his eyes fixed on Zhang Cheng.

"You can't kill us?"

Another voice quivered, hands helplessly flailing in the air,

as if trying to grasp something, yet only catching emptiness.

"You will be condemned by people all over the world!"

Another sharp, resolute voice attempted to halt the massacre in the name of morality,

though it seemed so insignificant on this blood‑stained stage.

Condemnation from the whole world?

A scornful sneer curled at Zhang Cheng's mouth, his deep eyes reflecting a cold, ruthless light,

as if the world's opposition could not match the slightest ripple in his heart.

The world's condemnation—so what?

In this world, strength is the sole law; the weak are destined to become stepping stones for the strong.

Now the Dragon Nation, like an awakened dragon, soars across the world's sky, unafraid of wind and rain,

and cares not for those petty glances and remarks!

"Kill!"

As Zhang Cheng's intent shifted, the air seemed to freeze for a moment,

Then an unprecedented storm swept across the entire arena.

Hei Wuchang's Soul‑Reaping Rope, like the coldest blade in the night, slipped silently through,

instantly piercing the scapulas of five hundred Xiao Han Republic spectators present.

At that moment, cries of agony ripped through the silence,

transforming into a mournful symphony that echoed over the arena, far from reaching its finale.

Bai Wuchang's Mourning Stick swung gently, stirring invisible gusts in the air,

like an unseen whip, it cracked with a 'pop' sound, striking the crowd harshly.

Each gust that passed tore flesh open, splattering blood everywhere,

staining their clothes crimson and imprinting deep fear into every heart.

The scene forced everyone present, whether foreign spectators or contestants, to gasp involuntarily, shocked yet overwhelmed by profound terror and helplessness.

The Beautiful Nation's representative muttered to themselves,

"Damn, the Dragon Nation's contestant has completely lost reason, his mind filled only with slaughter—someone like that we must not provoke lightly!"

Members of the Triumphal Empire whispered among themselves:

"With a single move, he took the lives of five hundred people; the cruelty of Zhang Cheng of the Dragon Nation is truly hard to accept!"

In the Tianzhu Nation's spectator group, someone clasped both hands and prayed devoutly:

"May the Buddha protect us, may the violence of the Dragon Nation not descend upon us Tianzhu,

we ask the Buddha to manifest, to cleanse the darkness in this contestant's heart."

Among the Dragon Nation's audience, there was a brief shock,

but soon a complex emotion spread through the crowd.

"Zhang Cheng's move... I admit, it's somewhat cruel,

but thinking of our past humiliation, it's truly satisfying!"

A middle‑aged man said in a low voice.

"Cruel? I don't think so; I believe this is a manifestation of strength and rise!"

Another young man retorted, his eyes flashing with admiring light.

"Exactly, when the Xiao Han Republic once harmed our countrymen, who ever spoke the word 'cruel'?"

A woman exclaimed angrily, her voice full of accusations against the past.

"The Divine Ghost Killing Arena has always been a place where strength speaks, where the strong are revered.

If the Xiao Han Republic were strong enough, we would have no complaints."

An elder's words carried resignation and also reverence for the strong.

"Using the blood of these five hundred people to honor the heroic spirits of our Dragon Nation, Zhang Cheng's action is undoubtedly the most beautiful revenge!"

A young warrior said excitedly, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit.

The setbacks and humiliation the Dragon Nation endured on the Divine Ghost Killing Arena,

have long been deeply etched in every citizen's heart.

The sacrifices of countless warriors have forged within them an unshakable force

—that is, when facing the enemy, never retreat!

Therefore, when Zhang Cheng struck at the Xiao Han Republic spectators, aside from the surprise of a few,

more people silently stood on Zhang Cheng's side, supporting him.

Meanwhile, the venue was filled with interwoven screams of fear and desperate prayers, like a dirge of the apocalypse.

Zhang Cheng watched coldly; facing the ruthless harvest of Black and White Impermanence, he felt no trace of compassion.

Because he knows that those who suffered "Judgment" are all evildoers who escaped legal punishment,

the crimes they committed should have already received proper punishment.

If the Xiao Han Republic cannot give them the trial they deserve,

then let the Dragon Nation act as the executor of justice!

Moreover, these people have continuously insulted the Dragon Nation from start to finish; even if they have no crimes,

they should still pay the price for their ignorance and arrogance!

The person in charge of the Xiao Han Republic, Guan Enzheng, upon seeing the situation, hurriedly mobilized his subordinates.

Unfortunately, these so‑called security personnel, at best, can only summon an A‑Rank Summoned Creature,

facing Black and White Impermanence, they are virtually powerless; after a single encounter they are easily subdued, even their souls stripped away!

"Dragon Nation!"

Guan Enzheng roared, the hatred in his eyes almost materializing.

"Fine, fine, this vengeance, the Xiao Han Republic has recorded!"

He gritted his teeth, each word seeming forced through his clenched jaw.

"From now on, our two nations shall stand opposed!"

The oath struck the ground with sound, echoing throughout the arena.

Guan Enzheng, disregarding everything, attempted to use his own body to stop Black and White Impermanence's further action,

yet his effort appeared so feeble and powerless.

Black and White Impermanence merely waved a hand lightly, and an invisible yet powerful force swept his entire body,

slamming him heavily against the wall, a spray of fresh blood gushing out.

Had Zhang Cheng not previously ordered to spare this old dog, he would have died long ago.

"If you have the ability, kill me!"

Guan Enzheng's face was full of resentment and fury, his eyes blood‑shot, like a dying beast.

Zhang Cheng gave a contemptuous smile, his tone full of disdain and playfulness,

"Kill you? Don't be naive, I won't let you die so easily."

"For the next big act, you must stay alive to witness it yourself!"

Zhang Cheng's words held deeper meaning, as if a greater storm were about to arrive.

The lives of five hundred Xiao Han Republic people withered like autumn leaves,

yet this blood‑sacrificed upheaval is far from over…