The searchlight turned on, and hundreds of police officers surrounded Fang Zheng, snipers were in position, and three helicopters circled overhead. All this, just for one man standing in the center of the stadium.
It seems that organization had already infiltrated the upper echelons of this country, but that had nothing to do with me.
Looking at the police and soldiers before him, Fang Zheng shook his head and then he raised the Greatsword in his hand. Soon, the Greatsword began to burn with a bright red flame once more.
Then, he swung the sword down.
"—————!!"
The howling sword wind crossed the entire stadium at that moment; it tore through the earth and then left a gap more than ten meters wide on the outer wall of the stadium. Witnessing this scene, the onlookers were dumbfounded, their eyes widened, questioning if they had seen an illusion.
Following this, Fang Zheng's voice resounded above the entire stadium.
