"Make way! I'm Mosan, a guest of the Grand General's household!"
Being tall, strong, and highly skilled with the sword had always been what Mosan took pride in. Though he was arrogant, he was indeed the strongest among all the Grand General's retainers.
Mosan had long been displeased with these Imperial Guards. Especially over the past two or three days, the Imperial Guards had been patrolling the city day and night, forcing many entertainment venues to close. That left Mosan and his brothers with nowhere to have fun.
He was furious.
He decided to teach these Imperial Guards a lesson... This was probably why civilian martial artists were naturally at odds with official soldiers.
"Please show your identification." But the Imperial Guards simply raised their weapons and blocked Mosan's path, saying bluntly, "Without identification, you cannot pass."
"Are you blind? Don't you know who I am? I'm Mosan!"
"Please show your identification."
The preliminary contestants who were about to take the field all turned their gazes toward him... Mosan narrowed his eyes. Without another word, he placed his hand on the hilt of the greatsword strapped to his back.
A murderous atmosphere instantly spread.
Yet the Imperial Guards stationed at the passage remained unmoved. They did not even shift their gazes.
Mosan stared at them for several moments before snorting coldly. He reached into his clothes and rummaged around. "You're just a few guards. This lord is too lazy to argue with you. Once I become the champion of this tournament, I'll definitely make you... You... Wait a moment!"
Mosan's eyes widened. He discovered that the identification in his clothes was gone.
Mosan immediately looked as if he had lost his soul, his expression changing slightly. Before leaving home this time, he had bet with many of the Grand General's