"The Celestial Empire's new Gang Strength martial artist has appeared openly at the train station? What's going on?"
Hearing the report from his subordinate, Andrew, who was in charge of special operations, was somewhat surprised.
"Perhaps he intends to test himself against the great Empire here..."
His subordinate, a Martial Person from the Celestial Empire, guessed.
Andrew froze, not reacting for a moment.
Only after a while did he point at the location on the map and confirm it again. "You mean the Celestial Empire's Martial Persons want to challenge the great Empire outside their turtle-shell city?"
He truly had not recovered from the shock. Over the past several decades, the officials overseeing the peak-level struggle in the various Western Continent empires had grown accustomed to the cowardice of the Celestial Empire's martial world. They had always sneered at its boasts of the superiority of Celestial Empire kung fu. Only ordinary officials like Henry, who had never come into contact with the peak level and lacked sufficient guards, would fear the Martial Persons of this era.
Especially after the clashes of recent months and the arena battles at the Jinmen Grand Competition, they had confirmed that over these past decades, not only had the martial world failed to advance by leaps and bounds through war as their technology had, it even showed signs of further decline.
The Celestial Empire's martial world was becoming more and more useless. It had truly become the sick man of the Eastern Continent—decayed, weak, and too afraid to change. Where had it found the nerve to provoke them on its own initiative?
"By my judgment, that is precisely the case. They want to fight."
The Celestial Empire Martial Person underling replied in fluent foreign speech.
"Interesting. In the past, the moment we said we were