Even with a good temper, he could no longer tolerate it.
"I'm done speaking, now it's up to you!" Han Jun's face beamed with a triumphant smile.
In his eyes, whether Mu Feng knelt to apologize or refused, he would be the winner.
If he knelt, his reputation for a lifetime would be ruined.
Of course, if he chose not to kneel, he would be in even greater trouble. The enraged Koreans would undoubtedly strike hard and beat him to death.
To Han Jun's surprise, Mu Feng chose the second option.
"Excuse me, but in my opinion, I won. Moreover, your recording is clearly pre-recorded. How advanced is technology now? Computers can synthesize human voices directly. Changing a person's voice is as easy as pie."
Mu Feng spoke loudly, and many of the following Chinese people began to hesitate. Could this recording really be fake?
If it was indeed a fabrication, it would be very telling.
Han Jun sneered, "You are truly shameless. So you're saying you won't honor the agreement?"
"I won in the first place, and your recording is fake. Why should I apologize?"
Mu Feng rubbed his nose, his deep eyes fixed on Han Jun.
Han Jun's heart sank, and he was so scared that he averted Mu Feng's gaze.
Han Jun suddenly put on a tearful expression, wiping away his tears as he complained, "My fellow countrymen, do you see this? This is the face of a Chinese person. Are we to be bullied by this rogue? He takes advantage of the fact that this is his territory and acts with impunity. Are we to let him humiliate us?"
These words were like a fuse, igniting the powder keg within the Koreans. Everyone cast angry expressions at Mu Feng, wishing they could rush forward and kill him.
"Don't be used as a pawn by others, or it will be a loss that outweighs the gain!" Mu Feng began to warn them.
Once a fight broke out, he would not hold back. He would definitely use his most formidable killing intent to deter everyone. What he wanted was to establish his authority.
But if he were to deter them, some would inevitably die. Therefore, he had given his fair warning. If they refused to listen, then it could only be said that fate had brought this calamity upon them.
A Korean roared, "Kid, who are you threatening? Beat him! Beat him hard!"
"Yes, beat him to death, beat him to death!"
Everyone began to cheer, and over a hundred Koreans advanced towards Mu Feng like an overwhelming force.
Han Jun was overjoyed. He thought, "Kid, let's see how you'll get out of this. You're still too young to play with me. Sometimes, being skilled doesn't guarantee victory. Without strategy, you're still useless!"
However, he pretended to be compassionate and cried out, "My brothers, please calm down. No matter what, we Koreans must maintain our integrity. Let's spare him a way out!"
Many were filled with respect, but after these words, their anger intensified.
The scene was beyond control. Some continued to incite, "We cannot let Chairman Han be wronged. Let's all go together and beat this audacious rogue to death!"
"Charge! Kill!"
Many Koreans looked excited, using the guise of revenge to vent their dark emotions.
Han Jun couldn't help but grin, his gloating expression looking rather comical.
Mu Feng, who had been silent all along, sighed and looked up at the sky, lamenting, "Karmic hindrance, this is all karmic hindrance. Since you all insist on me creating more killing, I can't say much more. After all, I warned you not to be someone else's knife!"
Soon, over a hundred Koreans rushed forward without hesitation, many pushing and shoving. The situation was completely out of control.
A hint of killing intent flickered at the corner of Mu Feng's mouth, and his entire aura suddenly surged.
A wave of people charged forward, countless fists raining down, with some even brandishing stones, attempting to strike from the flank.
Facing these deadly moves, Mu Feng felt he had done his utmost: "If heaven wants you to perish, you must perish!"
As soon as the words fell, he leaped forward like a bolt of lightning, charging into the crowd.
"Hit him hard! This kid is useless. He actually dares to charge in?" someone roared with laughter.
As there were very few Chinese spectators, they hesitated for a moment before not daring to step forward to help, offering only their prayers in their hearts.
Mu Feng threw his fist, smashing it heavily into one person's chest.
The force of this punch was easily a thousand pounds. The man's chest caved in as if trampled by an elephant.
His heart was instantly reduced to pulp, and his shattered heart spurted from his mouth.
With just one punch, he ended one person's life.
However, Han Jun did not witness this. He could only see the dense crowd.
He thought to himself, "Kid, this is the consequence of disobedience. This was a matter that could have been resolved by simply kneeling and apologizing, but you insisted on being willful. You can't blame others now!"
The naive Han Jun was unaware that the Korean side was suffering heavy casualties.
Lives were like grass, and Mu Feng reaped them ruthlessly, using the same method.
Within a single exchange, more than a dozen people died tragically, collapsing on the ground, their blood spreading like a blood pool.
Upon seeing the blood, Han Jun's eyes welled up with tears of laughter.
In his eyes, this blood must have been Mu Feng's. He thought, "Tsk tsk, what a pity. You were a very good expert, and in time, you could have stood at the pinnacle of world martial arts. Unfortunately, when a tree stands out in the forest, the wind will destroy it. Your arrogance led to your demise!"
Within the crowd, those in the rear surged forward one after another. They had no idea what had happened to the ones in front.
Only when it was their turn did they discover the ground covered in corpses.
"Run! Run! This person is a devil, a devil!" someone shouted loudly.
Finally, after half of their number had been decimated, all the Koreans suddenly realized the gravity of the situation.
They dropped their weapons and armor, their ranks broken, and fled madly in all directions.
Han Jun's smile gradually turned cold. Gazing at the corpses littering the ground, fear appeared on his face.
Mu Feng rubbed the tiger's mouth on his hand. Not a speck of blood stained him. He did not pursue them further. After all, although these people were detestable, they were also being used by others.
All the onlookers were stunned. The entire training ground had turned into a hellscape, the strewn corpses a shocking sight.
"I told you all, do not be someone else's knife. You were merely cannon fodder, so why did you insist on not listening?"
"You attacked me with lethal intent, and if I hadn't retaliated with lethal force, I would be the one lying here. I hope those of you who are alive can understand!"
Mu Feng stood motionless like an ancient pine, his face devoid of any panic.