Ian clapped his hands and grinned at the group of magnetic field powerhouses behind him, who clearly hadn't had enough action yet. "So? Was today's appetizer satisfying enough?"
Zhang Chulan cracked his neck and rolled his wrists, wearing a face that screamed 'I didn't even try and they already fell.'
"Brother Ian, let's just say these Japanese contestants are seriously lacking. We haven't even warmed up yet!"
Ian rolled his eyes at him. "Fine, I get it, you're fierce, you're invincible under heaven. Satisfied?"
"Alright, quit the chatter. I've already prepared the next round for you, so stay sharp! But before that, there are some personal scores to settle. Let's let Old Lu finish his business."
"After all, a gentleman's revenge doesn't wait through the night."
His gaze drifted slightly, landing on a figure twitching on the ground nearby. It was Eita, the arrogant samurai from before. The boastfulness on his face had long since been replaced by boundless terror; his complexion was deathly pale.
"Lu Ci, your enemy is all yours. Remember, bro only has one request: let him 'enjoy himself' before he croaks. Otherwise, where's the fun, right?"
Lu Ci's body trembled slightly with agitation. He walked toward Eita step by step, fueled by a hatred he had suppressed for far, far too long.
"EI—TA—!!!"
Seeing Lu Ci approach, Eita was scared out of his wits. He instinctively tried to shrink back, whimpering from his throat, "No... don't come over! Don't come near me!"
Lu Ci ignored his wailing entirely. He grabbed Eita by the hair and violently hauled him off the ground.
Crack! One punch shattered his leg bone. "This punch is for my big brother!"
Bang! Another heavy blow slammed into Eita's stomach, causing him to double over and vomit a mixture of blood and gastric fluid.
"This punch is for all the fellow countrymen who died at the hands of trash like you!"
Eita, the man who constantly wore a neurotic smile, finally understood the meaning of true despair.
"Spare... spare me..." Eita pleaded incoherently, blood bubbles welling up from his split lips. "I was wrong... I was really wrong... please let me go..."
Lu Ci let out a laugh that sounded worse than crying. "Begging for mercy? You think you're worthy of mercy? When you were slaughtering my people, did you ever give them a chance to beg?!"
When Eita had only a single breath left, slumped on the ground like a pile of mud, Lu Ci dragged him like a dead dog through the devastated Japanese camp. Finally, he stopped beside a dry latrine that was emitting a sky-high stench.
"Your final resting place is right here. Keep your compatriots' waste company. Consider it returning you to where you belong."
He then threw the incapacitated Eita directly into the pit.
Glub, glub. A few bubbles rose to the surface at first, then fewer and fewer, until it went completely silent. Eita was dead. Whether he drowned or choked, his corpse remained among the filth—he truly managed to leave a legacy of stench for ten thousand years.
Standing there, Lu Ci felt a surge of relief from the bottom of his heart, as if a thousand-pound weight had been lifted. The hatred that had tormented him for years like a maggot in his bones—the fire of revenge that burned day and night—had finally found its vent.
BOOM—!!!
A violent and peerless surge of magnetic field energy suddenly erupted from within Lu Ci! The air twisted and vibrated violently; the pungent smell of ionized air instantly filled the surroundings. Fueled by extreme emotional release and the quenching of his hatred, his internal magnetic power soared like a rocket!
"Holy crap! 30,000 HP! Do the seniors all break through this fast?!" Zhang Chulan's eyes went wide.
Lu Ci's breakthrough was like lighting a fuse.
Wang Ye sat down cross-legged immediately. "Interesting. This humble Taoist feels a bit of something too. Allow me to meditate and regulate my breath for a moment to see if I can catch a ride on this breakthrough."
Then, one by one, the experts who felt the power stirring within them followed suit, sitting cross-legged. For a time, this ruin—which had just undergone the baptism of blood and fire and still reeked of thick gore and char—became their breakthrough ground.
Hum! Hum! Hum—!
After a short while, several overbearing auras erupted in succession. First was Wang Ye; a wave of power, calm as an abyss yet vast and majestic, rippled outward. Immediately following were Feng Zhenghao and Feng Xingtong; their powers resonated with each other, showing signs of merging into one. Xiao Zizai's aura became even sharper, brimming with murderous intent!
In a short span of time, several more magnetic field powerhouses broke through their original realms, officially stepping through the threshold of Magnetic Field Rotation.
Only after the power fluctuations of the group gradually settled and they had consolidated their new realms did Ian unhurriedly clap his hands.
"Alright everyone, congratulations on successfully entering the path of Magnetic Field Rotation. Now, it's time to get down to serious work!"
With a casual wave, Ian manifested a massive 3D map of China before the group. On the map, dense clusters of red light points appeared.
"Brother Ian, are all these the invaders?" Zhang Chulan leaned in, looking at the dense red dots on the map with eagerness.
"The next target," Ian's finger slid slowly across the map, finally resting on a dense cluster of red dots distributed along the coastal areas.
"We start from here. We're going to let those guys who are still immersed in their Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere dream feel exactly what true despair looks like! We're going to show them why the flowers are so red!"
Everyone looked at the map, at those dense red dots representing the vital strongpoints of the Japanese invaders. A strong fighting spirit rose in every person's chest.
Looking at the red dots covering nearly half the map, the Head of the Zhao Family's voice trembled slightly as he asked cautiously, "Sect Leader Yang, these... these marked strongpoints, are they... are they all the invaders? Can you really clear them all out?"
Hearing this, Ian slowly turned around, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.
"Clear out? No, no, no. You should be more precise with your wording."
"For garbage, we should call it 'Purification'."
"We are going to conduct a thorough spring cleaning on this ravaged land. We will take every bit of trash, scum, and pollutant—each and every one—and burn them to ash. Then we'll scatter those ashes to the wind, ensuring they never find salvation for eternity!"
Just as Ian was announcing the "Purification" plan, several figures silently emerged from the shadows in the distance. The leader was none other than the acting head of Quan Xing, Wu Gensen. Their group had seen everything that just transpired.
At this moment, some of the scum within Quan Xing couldn't help but feel a surge of fear. Surely that "garbage" didn't include them too!