The buzz-cut youth gritted his teeth and said.
"Master, if we were the first martial arts school to be challenged, then what you said would make sense!"
"But it's been nearly two months since the first martial arts school in Kyoto was challenged. We're already the twenty-third martial arts school in Kyoto to be challenged!"
"If I remember correctly, the martial arts schools that were challenged two weeks ago had already reported this matter to the Martial Arts Association, right?"
"But the Martial Arts Association still hasn't given us any response. I really can't think of any other reason..."
After the buzz-cut youth finished speaking, the young men and women beside him chimed in.
"Exactly! If it had only been two or three days, it would be understandable that they hadn't come up with a solution. But it's already been two or three weeks, and they still have no idea what to do. It's hard not to be suspicious!"
"That's what I think too. Whether it works or not, they should at least give us some kind of response, right? Every time we go over to ask, they just say they're discussing it. So much time has passed, and they're still discussing it. That's simply unacceptable!"
"I think they're obviously just brushing us off..."
"..."
This time, the middle-aged man was swayed as well.
His expression visibly darkened.
"Dad! Brother Huan!"
"I think you might have misunderstood!"
Just as everyone was sinking into a stifling mood, a crisp voice rang out in the hall.
The speaker was the girl in red standing in the center of the group below the stage.
She was Lin Wuwu, the daughter of Lin Nanshan, the School Master of Nanshan Martial Arts School.
Hearing his beloved daughter speak, Lin Nanshan restrained his displeasure and forced