Extraordinary Realm from Persuasion System

Soon, the leaders and representatives of the Martial Arts Associations from various countries had all expressed their opinions.

At this moment, there was a high degree of unity in everyone’s thoughts.

That D&E Group had gone too far, not considering Asian Martial Artists as human at all; they had to face insane retribution!

Zhang Beixing wasn’t surprised by this outcome.

He had seen this coming, which was why he had specifically called for this meeting.

”So, everyone, how do you plan to handle this matter?”

As the atmosphere nearly reached its peak, Zhang Beixing tossed out this question.

Since everyone was filled with righteous indignation and detested the group so much. So, how did they want to resolve it?

Surely, after coming here and shouting slogans, they didn’t expect the issue to resolve itself.

If that’s the case, they should just take a left when leaving. Go to the South Second Ring, take Tourist Bus 13, then switch to Tourist Bus 7, and ride it to the end. There’s a Dragon Spring Ancient Temple there where they can go pray. That might be more effective than just shouting slogans here.

The people present knew this all too well.

They knew that mere words would do nothing to help the situation.

Therefore, they fell into thought, and silence descended upon the conference room.

Seeing this, Zhang Beixing wasn’t in a hurry and simply waited patiently.

”President Zhang, I request a fight to the death with those people!”

It was someone in the crowd who finally broke the silence with this declaration.

After him, others immediately responded.

”I second that! Relying on their firearms, they increasingly disregard us Martial Artists. First, they had us perform martial arts, and now they’re capturing us for experiments! We are Martial Artists, not lab rats! We must retaliate and let them know that even with their firearms, we Martial Artists are by no means pushovers they can easily crush!”

”You’re right! If we take one step back, we’ll keep retreating! We can’t continue to be so wretchedly passive. So what if they have guns? Can guns trample the skills we’ve honed our entire lives underfoot and treat us like dirt? Are kings and nobles a special breed? We all have two arms and one head—who’s afraid of whom?!”

”The kind are bullied, just as gentle horses are ridden. We’ve been silent for too long; we must show the world the strength of Martial Artists! Otherwise, more forces will come to bully us! For the dignity of Martial Artists, in this battle, we must fight to the death!”

”To the death! To the death!”

....

As the saying goes, ”three men make a tiger.” Once a few people initiated the call for a death fight, the conference room immediately erupted.

Having faced such an unprovoked disaster, their anger and resentment were already substantial and seeking an outlet. Now that someone had proposed such a cathartic-sounding decision, it instantly stirred everyone’s emotions, and they loudly voiced their agreement.

Only a few relatively rational Martial Artists, upon witnessing this scene, realized something and turned to look at Zhang Beixing on the stage.

They saw a faint smile on Zhang Beixing’s face, as if he had foreseen this entire situation.

Immediately, some people’s pupils shrank as they realized something.

But, after mulling it over, they said nothing.

This wasn’t just because the popular sentiment was overwhelming, and they didn’t dare to speak out. More importantly, what those few who had shouted earlier expressed was the heartfelt sentiment of all current Martial Artists!

They had to admit that with the development of technology and the iteration of weapons, Martial Artists were slowly being phased out by this era. The space for their survival was becoming increasingly narrow.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been reduced to jointly establishing an Asian Martial Arts Association. Wasn’t the purpose precisely to enhance the global influence of martial arts practitioners?

Now, Zhang Beixing had seized upon this point and stirred the emotions of the Martial Artists present.

But...

A death fight?

Does he not understand the power of firearms? Or does he think that everyone can resist bullets like him?

Even setting all that aside, he should know that impulsiveness and emotion alone cannot sustain anything in the long run. No one can maintain a fervent passion forever.

What does he want to do?

Those who retained their rationality discussed quietly among themselves, expressing their inability to comprehend.

But soon, they understood.

Because Zhang Beixing, seeing that the atmosphere had been sufficiently stirred up and the time was ripe, began to speak:

”I’ve heard everyone’s thoughts, and I understand your anger.”

”However, understanding is one thing, but everyone should know something: we are merely Martial Artists, not Supermen. We cannot withstand bullets.”

”Of course, just because I say this doesn’t mean we should accept this loss.”

”We just need to change our approach. Everyone, I wonder, would you be willing to listen?”