Chapter 1377
"Well?"
"Young Master Lei, what's wrong?"
"Why don't you go?"
"Could it be that you know this man?"
As if they saw Raymond's strange appearance, the surrounding crowd was confused and asked questions.
Ramon forced a smile and quickly explained, "No . . don't know."
"Just kidding, how would I know anyone from Yan Xia."
Ramon smiled heedlessly and hurriedly left out the relationship, only that tone of voice, sounded a bit guilty.
"In that case, what are you waiting for, let's go?"
"Go to Yanxia and ask forgiveness!"
Behind him, someone else urged.
"This~" Raimon was bitter, embarrassed at the thought of riding a tiger.
He originally thought that he would take this opportunity to ruthlessly suppress the Yanxia Martial Dao, but he didn't expect that after half a day of this, this person was actually from their country of India.
Isn't this not digging a pit for himself to jump into?
"Brother Meng, why don't we just deny it and bite the bullet that this is a Yanxia martial artist and has nothing to do with us?" Beside him, a teammate whispered an idea to Ramon.
"Or do you deny it?"
"You think everyone in Yanxia is as stupid as you are!"
"The head is right here, and Yan Xia will soon be able to find out the true identity of the head's owner when he compares it." "Unless the head is destroyed, it cannot be concealed."
"Unless the head is destroyed, it will be impossible to hide it."
Raymond had obviously realized the seriousness of the matter.
The head had to be destroyed before the warriors from other countries besides them could be recognized.
Although it couldn't be framed to frame Yan Xia, at least their Indian Martial Dao would be spared a calamity.
However, while Raymond was thinking about how to destroy the head without traces, a scream came from the crowd.
"Everyone, look, there are words."
"There's writing on this tree~"
I don't know who shouted, and in a split second, all the people present were attracted to it.
All eyes fell on the trunk of the tree, and as they did, they found a small inscription on it.
As expected, there was a small line engraved on it.
"If you kill a martial artist from my country of India, the king will bury all of your martial arts!"
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The font is so powerful that it can be said to be in the wood.
Just by looking at it, one can feel that there is a majestic power that comes to one's face.
As the saying goes, the character is like the person.
Just from this line of font, it is enough to tell that the person who carved the font must have been a title master.
While the crowd was trembling at the strength of the font, the faces of Lei Meng and the other Indian martial artists went pale.
Even when the crowd was not paying attention, Lei Meng and the others had begun to quietly retreat, preparing to flee.
After all, with the discovery of this line of writing, there was no doubt that everything could not be concealed.
If they didn't run, Raymond and the others, I'm afraid, wouldn't be able to leave!
"A few Indian friends, where are you going?"
"Shouldn't you give us an account of the martial arts of the various countries?"
What was to come, was to come after all.
Raymond and the others had just retreated a few steps before they were noticed.
In a split second, countless pairs of eyes with anger and hatred swirled over.
It was as if a sword was placed on the neck of Lei Meng and the others.
But then Raymond and the others peed.
"Misunderstanding, everyone, there must be some misunderstanding here. Or rather, someone is deliberately planting evidence."
"I know, it's Yan Xia."
"Yes, it must have been the Yan Xia Martial Doctrine people."
"They deliberately used this kind of tactic to trap our Indian country."
"Yes, that must be it, everyone must be calm, don't be deceived by such a poor trick of Yan Xia Wu Dao."
Raymond's old face was pale and filled with panic as he explained to the crowd.
"Misunderstanding you paralysis!"
However, the crowd would not listen to his explanation any longer.
One of them, a hot-tempered man, cursed, and then went up and directly just gave Raymond a kick.
"I said you were just fidgeting why don't you go, so you recognized, the owner of this head, is your Indians."
"Still saying that people Yanxia Martial God Temple planted the evidence, I think the one who planted the evidence is you, right?"
"The thief cries out to catch the thief, and the misfortune leads to the east."
"This treacherous tactic of your Indian martial arts is really played to perfection."
"With so many of us, you're playing us as monkeys."
"If we hadn't discovered the handwriting on it in time, I'm afraid that this time the martial dao of the various countries would really have been cheated by you."
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"That's right!"
"I've long received information that this time your Indian King Burning Sky appeared in the Amazon rainforest."
"Previously, I suspected that it was not the work of your Incipient Heavenly King."
"Now it seems that there is no need to doubt anymore."
"All of this is enough to prove that the martial daoists of our various countries were all killed by your Incipient Heavenly King!"
"Raymond, your Indian martial arts have killed so many of us."
"This time, if you don't give us a satisfactory explanation, you won't stop!"
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"Yes, never let up!"
Among the crowd, angry voices were heard, and many people were roaring in a low voice.
The eyes that looked at Raymond and the others were cold and gruesome.
In the face of the anger of the crowd, Raymond and the others were undoubtedly scared to death.
"Calm down, calm down, you all must calm down~"
....
"It's no use getting mad at me."
"I... I'm just a junior, and I don't know what's going on."
"And, this... Maybe, there's really a misunderstanding inside."
Raymond got up from the ground and explained bitterly at the crowd.
The whole man was about to cry, and his heart was in a state of great fear.
He was afraid that these people would slaughter him again in a fit of rage.
"Still misunderstanding?"
"I was wrong Nima!"
"Son of a bitch, give me back my brother's life~"
In the crowd, a bloody man rushed out, with a flying kick in the air, and his long legs swept down on Raymond's face!
Ramon let out a yelp, and his whole body flew out like a dog, blood mixed with broken teeth and retreated to the ground.
As this man took the lead, the rest of the crowd also rushed up, beating up these Indian martial artists to vent their anger and hatred.
After a long time of venting, Lei Meng and the others were beaten to a pulp.
They were covered with blood, and were almost dying.
"Get back and tell your Indian Heavenly King."
"He violated international conventions and slaughtered strong people from various countries, if this matter is not given an explanation, we, the martial dao of various countries, will never stop!"
"We will never let our country's heroes die in vain!"
"Hmm, let's go~"
A deep, angry voice came from the crowd.
Afterwards, the crowd retreated, ready to return to their country to report.
As for Lei Meng, these Indian martial artists, the crowd didn't kill them, but let them go back to report people, so that the top management of the Indian martial dao could give an explanation to the whole world.
"Brother Meng, you... Are you okay?"
Only after everyone had gone away did the Indian warriors dare to get up from the ground.
Their faces were swollen, but they were still concerned about Raymond's injuries.
Raymond didn't reply, but was filled with bitterness and worry.
"Hey~"
"Now that's a big deal."
"But do you think that we Indians are fury?"
"It's not enough to kill someone, but to leave a word."
"How stupid does it have to be to do that?"
Ramon was so angry and furious that his old face looked worse than crying.
Chapter 1378
He really couldn't understand this slutty operation of the Indian Heavenly King.
Wasn't this a deliberate attempt to bring hatred to the martial arts of India?
He was a title grandmaster and no one dared to challenge him.
But he pitied the rest of the martial arts of the Indian Kingdom.
Raymond knew very well that if this matter was not properly resolved, they would be like rats on the street everywhere they went in the future, fearing that everyone would be shouting at them.
"Brother Meng, there's nothing I don't understand."
"The Indian Heavenly King has always been arrogant and pretentious, and has never cared about the consequences of his life or death."
"Now, in order to kill people to make a name for himself, he has left his name here, which is in line with his always overbearing and domineering personality."
"At least, after this incident, the entire international martial arts community will have to go around when they see our Indian King."
The companion next to him lamented.
They didn't think it was strange at all.
After all, in their eyes, title masters were all a bunch of arrogant people.
It wasn't a strange thing to kill someone to leave a name, without fear of retaliation.
"Yes."
"His fame is great, but he has harmed us mortals~"
"Forget it, it's not our turn to take the blame when the sky falls."
"Go back, report this to the Florentine Palace Master and see how they decide."
Raymond sighed, and finally could only drag his injured body and get up to return.
In the country of India, although the Indian Heavenly King was the strongest person, he had only become famous in the last fifty years.
Compared to those long-famous predecessors in China, his seniority was undoubtedly weaker.
Therefore, in the martial world of the Indian State, the martial dao leader that the people believed in more was still the old strong man, the master of the Floating Palace, who ruled the martial power of the Indian State for nearly a hundred years, the Buddha King!
In this way, the mysterious case, which was a global sensation, was solved.
That night, the martial arts of various countries were shocked and outraged when they learned that it was done by the Indian Heavenly King, Burning Heaven.
A total of thirty-two martial arts countries, all of them solemnly protested against the Indian country, demanding that the martial arts side of the Indian country give a reasonable explanation and account.
What's more, they directly demanded that the Florentine Palace of India hand over the Indian Heavenly King, Burning Heaven, and publicly execute him to console the spirits of the dead nations.
In just one night, the good image of the Indian martial arts in the international arena was shattered in an instant.
Almost all the martial arts powers in the world were condemning it, blaming it, and it could be said to have been criticized by thousands of people.
Of course, the impact of this event on the Indian martial arts is not only the loss of image and face, but also the termination of many international cooperation projects.
A large number of martial artists who went abroad for further studies were directly repatriated!
In the international martial arts community, there was even a huge wave of opposition.
There is even a tendency for the influence of this event to spread from the martial arts world to the secular world.
Many friendly exchanges between people have been blocked as a result.
Commercial cooperation projects also suffered partial losses.
When the master of the Indian state learned of this, he was extremely angry.
Originally, the secular world and the martial world were under separate rule.
As for martial arts matters, the Floating Palace was in charge, and the Indian sovereign never interfered.
But this time, the country's overseas interests had suffered great losses, and the Indian kingdom's lord couldn't stand it any longer, so he called the Florentine king directly to question him.
As for the Florentine Palace, which was on the cusp of the storm, it was by no means calm.
The Flore King, in particular, has been very busy these past few days.
"Where is the King of India?"
"He's not back yet?"
"Send someone else to find it!"
"Live to see the dead."
"This bastard, who has caused such a terrible disaster for the martial arts of my country of India, could it be that he is patting himself on the back and hiding?"
In the palace, the angry roar of the Buddha King could be heard.
But behind him, the phone on the table was ringing non-stop.
At first, King Fro would answer the phone himself to calm him down, but then he couldn't stand it any longer, and there were too many phone calls, so he arranged his men to deal with them.
"Palace Master, it's for you." At this time, the report of his men suddenly came from behind him.
The Buddha King waved his hand and said, "Tell them I'm not here."
"But Palace Master, you'd better take this call, it's from the Country Lord."
"Huh?" King Frodo's brow furrowed slightly.
"Why is he calling?"
"He's never interfered in the martial arts world."
In the back of his mind, however, the Buddha King walked over and answered the phone.
"King Fro, what's going on?"
"How did you become a martial arts leader!"
"What a mess?"
"Do you have any idea what an impact it has had on my country of India!"
"I restrict you to putting this matter to rest in the quickest possible time."
Before the Buddha King spoke, a stern rebuke came from the other end of the phone.
King Fo Luo's face darkened, but he did not reply, remaining silent.
"King Fo Luo, why don't you speak, do you hear me or not?" On the phone, a harsh voice came again.
This time, King Fro finally spoke back.
His face was gloomy and cold as he said, "When you speak to this king, you'd better show me some respect."
"The next time you dare to speak in such a tone from this king, don't blame this king for not reminding you!"
"And, just mind your own mess."
"You're advised to stay out of the martial arts world, and you can't manage it!"
"And, what I hate most about the King is when someone tells me what to do."
"The last one, who told me what to do, was already a dead man under my sword!"
Pah!
After saying that, King Froo hung up the phone with a snapping sound and brushed his sleeves away.
No one knew what the expression of the Indian sovereign on the other end of the phone would be.
This scene could be said to have stunned the onlookers.
The attendants in the Florentine Palace all shouted straight out, My king is tyrannical!
What is the King's Style?
This is the style of a king!
Even the King of the country, he disowned him without giving any face.
The last words of King Frodo, in particular, were even more overbearing.
The people reckoned that the sovereign on the other side of the phone was afraid that he would have to pee his pants in fear.
"This world, after all, is the strongest."
"Only when you have mastered the power, can you have the strength and boldness to defy everything like my king."
In the palace, many people lamented.
This was why, even though martial artists only made up a very small portion of the world's population, they occupied an undignified position in the entire human race.
It was because they held the power.
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In the next few days, the Florentine King still ordered people to search for the burning world.
Of course, inside the Florentine Palace, a group of executives were also considering measures.
"It must be resolved as soon as possible."
"Now the martial dao of various countries are protesting against us more and more."
"I'm worried that if we don't do something, they will push for the International Martial Federation Congress to convene and sanction our Indian martial arts through the Martial Federation Congress level."
"At that time, our situation will be even more difficult."
In the palace, an old man wearing a white turban said worriedly.
The IWUF is the abbreviation of the International Martial Artists Federation, the "United Nations" of the martial arts world.
Once the IWUF announces sanctions, the martial arts of India will naturally become the public enemy of the entire world.