WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

Chapter 136 Disarming a Blade with Bare Hands? Are You Kidding Me? Exposing the Lies of Karate

Sean's entrance immediately attracted a lot of attention.

Britain, France, and the Soviet Union all turned a blind eye; they had no patience for the scourge of war.

Even Montgomery and de Gaulle were the same.

The people in the north were wary of Sean, seeing him as a potential adversary.

Unfortunately, Sean didn't even glance at them, nor did he ever consider them rivals; he was simply a commentator and businessman.

The neutral parties were quite friendly. The Saudi and Swedish royal families nodded slightly to Sean as a greeting, while the Thai man clasped his hands together and said, "Swipe my card."

"Your Excellency Sean." The German delegation stood up in unison.

Even Speer and others bowed slightly.

Henry Ford suppressed a laugh.

"Hi, Mr. Sean." The Japanese delegation also stood up and bowed at a ninety-degree angle.

Haha, Ford couldn't hold back any longer.

He patted Sean on the shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Hi Sean."

He even slightly raised his hand.

This joke isn't funny at all.

Sean glared at Ford. "You're from World War II, what are you doing with internet tricks?"

"You're the hidden boss of the evil faction," Ford said, hitting the nail on the head.

Sean didn't want to complain, but it seemed that if it weren't for Eisenhower from the War Department by his side, he really would be in trouble.

"I am Italy's lifelong enemy."

Sean wanted to maintain his neutral stance. After speaking, he tugged at his clothes, scanned the empty seats in the room, and planned to find a place to sit down.

"Hello, Mr. Sean. I am the Italian Ambassador. It is an honor to meet you. Your affirmation of Italian weapons is the greatest praise for us."

Fuck you.

Italian Ambassador?

Why are you getting involved?

Sean was genuinely surprised that the Italian would take the initiative to greet him.

"Everyone's here. I thought Italy and you were mortal enemies." Look at the ambassador, he seems very happy to meet you.

Ford was grinning from ear to ear.

"Sean Wayne can demoralize the enemy," said Zinoa, the supreme commander of the Black Army. He repeatedly warned that if you encounter Sean in America, don't be confrontational, smile, and don't let him keep talking about Italy's shortcomings.

We have our advantages too.

Looking at Alexander's surprise attack, Sean was certain of Italy's special operations capabilities.

Look how happy we Mexicans are.

Old Mo's feelings for Sean are complex; he wants revenge but also craves affirmation—he's practically a masochist.

Even Eisenhower smiled when the Italian ambassador appeared.

"Sean, you're very popular."

I believed your lies.

Sean nodded to the ambassador as a greeting.

Rommel made way for him, "Lord Sean."

Henry Ford was laughing so hard he was practically in tears. "You still say you're not the hidden boss? The general is making way for you."

Sean glanced at Eisenhower and, seeing that the other didn't seem to care, said, "Let's go."

Instead, they let Sean sit down.

Eisenhower also wanted to know how the Germans viewed Sean.

That's an American, after all.

When Sean arrived in front of the German delegation, everyone around him was smiling, and Hausser even took out a handkerchief and wiped the chair.

Eisenhower and Henry Ford were laughing with their mouths open.

Sean stood in front of his seat, and everyone looked at him.

Why don't you sit down?

As a result, no one sat down.

Sean sat awkwardly in the middle of the German delegation, with Minister Speer on his left, Rommel on his right, and Hausser and Dönitz behind him.

After Sean sat down, everyone in the German delegation slowly sat down as well.

"What I saw was the hidden boss." Henry Ford, sitting on the other side, kept laughing.

Eisenhower didn't know how to complain, but Sean Wayne was a fucking American.

The German is out of his mind, definitely out of his mind. Does he really have such a high reputation in Germany?

"Sir, what are your views on the Middle East conflict?"

The performance hadn't started. The Germans weren't interested in hand-to-hand combat; they were pragmatic and saw nothing of value in such flashy things. They trusted the guns in their hands more.

Rommel asked the question he was concerned about right from the start.

"The Middle East battlefield? It's very complicated." Sean was embarrassed to say that the current situation was far beyond his understanding.

Germany stirred up the Middle East and succeeded. Britain was bogged down in internal conflicts in North Africa and the Middle East, suffering heavy casualties. Even the North intervened early. Although the casualties were heavy, it also allowed talented people in the North to see the structural problems of the army, and even new recruits gained practical experience.

Significant changes have occurred in the course of history.

Germany is becoming stronger than ever before, but other countries are also becoming stronger in a butterfly effect.

"The Middle East war is a war of attrition. Once Britain can no longer hold out, the Middle East will change, with many countries gaining independence. Remaining neutral would be very advantageous for Germany."

This is the truth.

Speer shared this view, nodding repeatedly. He believed that once the Middle East changed, even without occupation, economic trade could be conducted, and oil and mineral resources could be replenished.

Although Rommel's ideas differed, they ultimately led to the same goal: the air battles in Britain and the UK were too costly, but in the Middle East, with the cooperation of Iran, Iraq, and even France, Germany's losses were much smaller, not to mention the presence of Italy.

Britain's losses, in terms of aircraft, tanks, and personnel, were several times greater than those in the Battle of Britain.

"Whether or not Italy can win the Middle East war depends on Italy. The first step is to cut off the connection between the Mediterranean and the Indian Ocean."

A casual remark by Sean turned the German delegation's initial joy into tension.

Yes, Italy. Only if Italy occupies the Suez Canal can it inflict a fatal blow on Britain.

Sean didn't want to tell them that the fight wasn't so optimistic if the US continued to provide support.

But Rommel was thinking about something else entirely: what if Italy didn't cooperate?

To occupy Lebanon and Syria and cut off sea routes from the Red Sea side.

By using its air force to continuously strike Egypt on the Red Sea side, deterring Transjordan, or even outright beheading the Jordanian royal family, Britain is bound to lose.

Even Dönitz glanced casually at the Japanese delegation, realizing that if the Japanese Combined Fleet defeated the Eastern Fleet, Britain would be powerless.

Sean took their thoughts into account and realized they had overlooked a crucial question: Would the United States allow Japan to do this?

So, going back to the starting point, Japan had to launch a surprise attack on Pearl Harbor.

The British Indian Ocean Fleet is no match for Japan now, with only the HMS Indomitable left. How can they possibly defeat it?

The Helms Strait incident wiped out one-third of the Indian Ocean Fleet's combat power.

Italy's surprise attack on Alexander the Great wiped out a third of the Indian Ocean fleet; what more could they possibly do?

"Watch the show." Sean didn't want to continue the topic and drew everyone's attention back to the scene.

The Japanese karate athletes have now entered the arena, and it's clear that the Japanese delegation has put a lot of effort into this performance.

The karate fighter they hired was a master; he demonstrated various footwork techniques, punches, kicks, and even disarming a blade in front of the American soldiers.

They even taught American soldiers how to disarm a blade barehanded.

Everyone watched the performance in the venue with awe.

Breaking bricks, smashing wooden boards, and delivering a frontal jab in karate.

Knee strikes and elbow strikes, when incorporated into judo, make unarmed combat with blades extremely entertaining.

The American soldier was still cooperating; he made a straight thrust, which was then pinned down by the karate master with one hand, who then kneed the opponent's arm and lifted the opponent's right hand with a wrist flip.

He used a side fall to everyone's astonishment.

Wow.

The German delegation clapped their hands.

The members of the Japanese delegation had smiles on their faces, showing that they were very proud and pleased with themselves.

Other countries are amazed by this fighting style.

Even Henry Ford kept clapping.

Sean felt a sense of speechlessness, like watching a performance.

The host on stage solemnly introduced, "Shinichi Kimura, 9th Dan in Shotokan Karate, which is also the highest rank in karate."

"Martial arts can indeed enhance soldiers."

Speer didn't quite understand; he just thought the other person was very impressive.

Are you serious?

Sean glanced at him casually.

"I don't think it's very useful. Weapons are still used on the battlefield, and one-on-one situations like this are too rare."

Rommel spoke while glancing at Sean.

Sean nodded subconsciously, seemingly receiving affirmation, and Rommel's face showed joy.

"But it's very good for police use."

Speer's words left Rommel speechless.

A deputy minister from the Ministry of Justice clapped repeatedly and even stood up, asking, "Mr. Shinichi Kimura, could you easily subdue a criminal?"

"Of course, even trained people will do."

Shinichi Kimura is very confident.

Eisenhower nodded as he watched; the War Department also wanted to bring in the military.

My God, you guys actually believed that?

"Martial arts can be used in the military." Representatives from many countries were whispering among themselves.

No wonder the small-scale karate book has become so big; it's quite impressive.

Next up was a karate vs. boxer match.

Sean watched quietly with a crooked mouth. His boxing skills were still lacking, and he was easily knocked out by his opponent with a takedown.

At this, countless European representatives stood up and applauded.

"Mr. Kimura, could you help us train the police?"

When the Deputy Attorney General said those words, many Americans instinctively looked at Sean Wayne, after all, police training is Obsidian's business now.

"Of course, I would be honored."

"Wait a moment."

Right after Kimura finished speaking, Sean gently raised his hand from his seat.

"Mr. Sean, what are you trying to say?"

The Deputy Attorney General looked at this most legendary commentator in America.

"I think he's lying."

These blunt words silenced the entire auditorium.

The most interesting thing was the expression on the faces of the Japanese delegation; although they wanted to say "Baka," they couldn't bring themselves to say it.

They were all bottling up their feelings until they suffered internal injuries.

Representatives from other countries looked on with curiosity, then suddenly realized.

"Sean got his business stolen."

This was blatant slander. Sean wasn't angry about the business issue; he was just talking nonsense.

This would mislead many people, even the military, and cause numerous casualties.

"Mr. Sean, are you skilled in martial arts?"

Sean stood up from his seat and shook his head. "No, I'm not good at it."

"Then what makes you think I'm lying?" Kimura's expression was furious, and he even clenched his fists.

This question drew a lot of attention to Sean.

Sean simply said one sentence.

"Heidel".

"arrive."

Sean walked to the center of the auditorium and looked at the American soldier who was being taught how to disarm a blade with his bare hands.

"Mr. Sean, I really like you. Could you please sign your autograph?"

Sean did not answer the soldier directly, but looked at the wooden knife in his hand.

"Heydart, you take the knife and try it on him."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

"Yes."

Heidel took the wooden sword and looked at the American soldier.

"What's your name?"

"Horn."

"Alright, Horn, let's begin. If you can subdue Heidett using the fighting techniques you just learned, I'll give you $500."

"Wow!" The surrounding American soldiers erupted in cheers.

The delegation members in the auditorium also looked on with curiosity.

"Mr. Sean, remember what you said."

Horn looked at Heidel with excitement.

"Of course," Sean said, taking a few steps back.

Heidett looked at his opponent like he was an idiot. After the referee said "start," Heidett rushed forward, gripped the dagger in reverse with the blade facing upward, and stabbed his opponent in the abdomen three times in one go.

Horn retreated repeatedly, looking completely bewildered; this was different from what had happened before.

Of course it's different. Just now, were you following the coach's method of making moves, or breaking down the techniques in slow motion? In a real fight, nobody's going to play dumb with you.

Catching a blade barehanded? Seriously, you guys believe that?

Sean spread his hands regretfully. "Three Knives, you're dead. I'm sorry, you won't earn my five hundred dollars. What's your name?"

Sean turned to the boxer from before.

My name is Wick.

"Okay, Wick, same rules. If you can subdue him, I'll give you five hundred dollars."

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"Wow." This time, even the members of the delegation stood up one by one.

Eisenhower gave a wry smile, as if to say, "Are you trying to cause trouble?"

That's right, Sean was causing trouble, or rather, exposing frauds, and he even managed to catch a knife bare-handed.

Are you trying to kill someone?

The best way to subdue someone is with a gun.

Wick looked excited and assumed a defensive stance.

Heidett looked disappointed, tossed the dagger aside, caught it with his right hand, and assumed a proper grip.

Wick landed a straight punch on Heidel's side, and Heidel, who had no chance to defend, slashed across Wick's chest with his dagger. Then, as he pulled his arm back, he pulled the dagger back and plunged it into Wick's chest cavity, delivering two consecutive slashes.

Wick looked at Heidel speechlessly. Why didn't you defend yourself?

Heidel seemed to understand what the other person was trying to say: "You're crazy. It's a life-or-death battle. Who's going to defend you? You punch me, I slash you, I stab you twice. That's real combat."

"You're already dead," Heidel said coldly, then touched his face; the kid had hit him pretty hard.

"Oh My God."

Two people died in quick succession: a soldier and a professional boxer.

This piqued everyone's interest.

Sean looked at Shinichi Kimura. "Mr. Kimura, are you still confident you can subdue him?"

"Are you a combat sports athlete?"

Heidel shook his head.

"Are you a professional soldier?"

Heidett shook his head again. "I'm retired from the military. I'm a driver now."

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

This driver is so arrogant!

"Mr. Sean, are you trying to insult karate?"

"No, I'm just insulting you because you're misleading everyone."

These words deeply hurt Kimura; his eyes reddened. "You are insulting Japanese martial arts," he said.

No, I'm laughing at you.

After Sean finished speaking, he took a step back.

Heidel stood in front of Sean, blocking Kimura's furious eyes.

"Don't speak, come on, subdue me."

After saying that, he tossed the knife away again, reversed his grip on the dagger, and held the blade upwards.

"Mr. Sean, I'll show you how great karate is."

Sean pursed his lips and nodded, gesturing for him to proceed.

Kimura moved his feet carefully, his eyes fixed on Heidel. Amid everyone's curious gazes, Heidel rushed forward instantly, unleashing his ultimate move at close range, his arms moving back and forth rapidly, stabbing five times in the opponent's abdomen.

The entire auditorium was completely silent.

"How come this karate master was stabbed to death in an instant, just like Horn did earlier? Wasn't he supposed to be able to disarm a blade with his bare hands?"

"Yeah, isn't that what he just taught us? How come we can't do it ourselves? It's like someone who's never learned martial arts; they died right at the beginning."

"No way? He should have pressed down on the other person's wrist."

A group of soldiers are discussing.

Sean didn't want to complain. This wasn't a drill. Why would they press down on your wrist? Could you even hold it?

With that reaction speed, he would have died countless times already.

"Who else?" Sean turned around and glanced at everyone present.