"Dogs?"

"You said we are dogs?!"

Zhou Huai's calm voice was like tossing a lit dynamite into a boiling wok of oil.

The entire banquet hall instantly exploded into uproar!

That group of blacksmiths, who originally wanted to watch Mo Yuwei make a fool of herself, all blushed with anger and surrounded them furiously.

Glares of anger, like sharp swords, stabbed uniformly toward Zhou Huai.

Even Mo Yuwei herself looked somewhat surprised at Ou Yezi not far away.

She couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she tried.

A few days ago in Donghai City, when inviting him to participate in the Divine Smith Grand Ceremony, this guy named Ou Yezi was clearly reticent and couldn't squeeze out a single fart for the life of him.

How come today he seemed like a completely different person?

Not only was he quick-witted, but he also cursed fluently.

Zhou Huai didn't particularly mean to help Mo Yuwei out of her predicament.

He just purely found the people of Sakura Country displeasing.

Whether in this lifetime or the previous one.

"Kid! Where the hell did you pop out from?!"

A sturdy burly man with a flame totem tattooed on his arm rushed up first.

He pointed his finger at Zhou Huai's nose, spittle flying everywhere.

"What the hell are you? How dare you spout nonsense here!"

"Do you know what place this is? Do you know who we are?"

"Unbred thing! You actually dare to call us dogs!"

Controlling Ou Yezi, Zhou Huai showed not the slightest trace of fear in the face of this indignant crowd.

He just looked calmly at the burly man and asked in return,

"Did I say something wrong?"

He raised his hand and looked around at all the righteous and indignant faces surrounding him.

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly entered everyone's ears.

"This is Great Xia Nation, not Sakura Country."

"You lot of blacksmiths from Great Xia Nation are wagging your tails, begging for pity, and flattering a fellow coming from Sakura Country."

"Even when he farts, you all think it smells sweet."

"When someone splashes a glass of wine on him, you get more anxious than if your own father had died."

"Now, tell me."

"If you aren't dogs, then what are you?"

These words left everyone present speechless, their complexions turning alternating shades of blue and white.

They wanted to retort, but found that they couldn't find any reason to refute him.

Finally, the fat man who first accused Mo Yuwei blushed intensely and forcibly argued,

"You... you're talking nonsense!"

"We... we just admire Master Nakamura's blacksmithing attainments! We only wanted to befriend him and engage in academic exchange!"

Someone immediately chimed in to echo him.

"Befriend him?"

Hearing this, Zhou Huai laughed out loud as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Hahahaha!"

The laughter sounded exceptionally piercing in the quiet banquet hall.

He restrained his smile, and his gaze instantly turned sharp.

"Then I would like to ask you all."

"Do you not know what kind of relationship exists between our Great Xia Nation and Sakura Country?"

"A hundred years ago, whose iron-clad hooves shattered our rivers and mountains?"

"Over the years, who has been constantly frictioning and endlessly conflicting with our soldiers at the border lines?"

"The remains of those heroes who died fighting on the frontlines are still not cold!"

"You fellows living in the rear, enjoying the peace bought with their lives, not only fail to think about serving your country, but actually plan to cozy up to the enemy?"

"I ask you, is your brain filled entirely with water?!"

The fat man was asked until his face turned red, and he stubbornly defended himself,

"That is the business of combat-type Classer! What does it have to do with us lifestyle professions!"

"What we pursue is the enhancement of blacksmithing skills! It is the sublimation of art!"

"That's right! Blacksmithing knows no borders! What we pursue is the ultimate Profound Meaning of blacksmithing!"

"Stupid!"

Looking at these people, Zhou Huai had nothing left in his eyes but pity.

"Simply hopelessly stupid!"

"What a fine blacksmithing knows no borders!"

"Then let me ask you again, do the equipment you forge have borders?"

"Will the swords and blades you personally craft hack at the enemy, or will they hack at your own compatriots?"

"If one day, the army of Sakura Country steps foot onto the land of our Great Xia Nation once more,"

"Will they show leniency to you and spare your lives just because you are blacksmiths pursuing art?!"

"They will only use the weapons you forged to slaughter your family members and occupy your homeland!"

"By that time, what the hell use will your so-called art and so-called Profound Meaning be!"

Zhou Huai's voice, like a grand bell and booming drum, fiercely struck everyone's heart.

Quite a few people subconsciously lowered their heads, their gazes dodging, not daring to make eye contact with him.

Right at this moment, Nakamura Shinichiro, who had been standing on the sidelines watching the show, finally stepped forward.

He tidied up the messy lapels of his chest and hung that hypocritical smile back on his face.

"Your Excellency, please do not sensationalize with alarmist talk."

"We have come to Great Xia Nation this time precisely to promote friendly exchanges between the two countries and improve our relationship."

"What we pursue is peace and mutual progress."

Zhou Huai's gaze finally fell upon him.

His eyes were filled with undisguised sarcasm.

"Oh? Friendly exchanges?"

"I've long heard that the blacksmiths of Sakura Country master a unique method of blacksmithing capable of vastly enhancing the quality of equipment."

"Presumably, as the Direct Disciple of that legendary Divine Artisan, you must have long mastered this blacksmithing method through and through, right?"

Hearing this, Nakamura Shinichiro wore a trace of smugness on his face, lifting his chin slightly.

"Naturally."

"Since you said you came for friendly exchanges,"

The corners of Zhou Huai's mouth hooked into a playful arc.

"Why don't you state that unique blacksmithing method right now in front of everyone?"

"Let us blacksmiths of Great Xia Nation also study and learn properly, and make progress together. How about that?"

The smile on Nakamura Shinichiro's face instantly froze.

His eyes changed repeatedly before he finally gave a couple of dry coughs.

"This... ahem, I'm truly sorry."

"This is my teacher's secret transmission method and is strictly not passed on to outsiders."

"Then what the hell are you babbling to me here for!"

Zhou Huai unceremoniously interrupted him.

"You aren't even willing to share the most basic things, yet you talk about any damn friendly exchanges!"

"In my view, you are simply playing dumb while knowing the truth, wanting to come to our Great Xia Nation to get something for nothing!"

"You!"

Nakamura Shinichiro was rebuffed into speechlessness, his complexion swelling into the color of a pig's liver.

Finally, someone could no longer endure it.

"Enough!"

That tattooed burly man who provoked first jumped out once again.

He pointed at Zhou Huai and roared,

"You greenhorn who doesn't know where you popped out from! You are clearly here to stir up trouble!"

"Men! Kick him out for me!"

Just as his voice fell,

immediately behind him, two capable-looking bodyguards wearing black suits closed in on Ou Yezi from left and right.

They were guards hired with a heavy sum of money by this burly blacksmith, both with a Level above level twenty-five.

With cold smirks on their faces, the two reached out to grab Ou Yezi's shoulders.

However, before their hands even touched the corner of Ou Yezi's clothes,

a burly figure blocked in front of Ou Yezi like a teleportation.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two muffled, loud explosions!

Those two capable bodyguards didn't even have time to react before they were violently sent flying by an irresistible, massive force.

Like two cannonballs fired from a barrel, they traced two parabolas in the air, crossed a distance of dozens of meters, and heavily smashed into the wall on the other side of the banquet hall before rolling down to the ground, with their fate unknown.

The entire venue fell into dead silence.

Everyone stared in stunned silence at the man who had suddenly made a move.

They saw Xiang Yu's tall and imposing figure standing quietly in front of Ou Yezi like an unshakable mountain.

His pair of double pupils containing endless dominance slowly swept across the entire scene.

Finally, he spoke in a deep, cold voice devoid of any emotion,

"Let's see who dares to move!"

Merely five words.

Yet they were like four invisible heavy hammers, smashing fiercely into everyone's hearts.

That terrifying pressure originating from the S-Level caused everyone present to feel a wave of palpitations, making it difficult even to breathe.

No one had expected

that by the side of this seemingly unremarkable young man, there was actually such a terrifying expert following him!

The tattooed burly man was even scared pale, subconsciously taking two steps back.

Beside him, the bespectacled man forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and pointed at Zhou Huai with a fierce expression hiding a weak spirit.

"You... you are too arrogant!"

"This is the dinner party hosted by Chairman Mo! You actually dare to openly assault and injure people here!"

Zhou Huai wore a bewildered expression.

"Wasn't it your people who wanted to make a move on me first?"

"I find that your group of people really love to accuse the victim first."

For a moment, the atmosphere was at daggers drawn and fell into a deadlock.

Right at this moment,

"Everyone, please calm your anger."

an aged and powerful voice came from the entrance.

Tian Guang walked in hurriedly from the outside, his face full of anxiety.

He shouted loudly toward the crowd,

"Chairman Mo has arrived!"

As soon as these words came out, the tense, daggers-drawn atmosphere inside the banquet hall indeed subsided quite a bit.

Everyone's gazes looked towards the entrance in unison.

They saw an elderly man dressed in a Tang suit, with grey hair but in high spirits, slowly walking into the banquet hall surrounded by a crowd of people.