"How is that possible?"
Tanaka Rihei stared at Ding Ling in disbelief.
He had not even seen how Ding Ling drew his sword. How had he lost?!
He was unwilling to accept it.
He wanted to ask for a rematch.
But everyone only had one chance. A loss was a loss.
His expression shifted between light and dark, but in the end, he could only leave dejectedly.
"Ah!!"
The spectators below the stage screamed, thrilled and excited!
Their hearts were blooming with joy, and their brows were alight with delight.
It was because Ding Ling had defeated three great fighters—and all three were foreigners who had come to the Middle Kingdom with contempt in their eyes, trying to show off and trample the Middle Kingdom's ancient martial arts!
This greatly boosted the confidence of the people!
It made them acknowledge ancient martial arts.
Naturally, their recognition and affection for Ding Ling grew even stronger.
The sky-shaking screams from the venue said it all.
This martial-arts competition was livestreamed in full across many places. Although the three matches ended within half an hour,
the commentators had expended tremendous effort explaining them, enlarging and slowing down Ding Ling's every move many times over.
Especially Ding Ling's sword.
Some platform commentators were extremely excited as they spoke:
"Oh my god, did everyone see that? I just slowed it down thirty times, but I still couldn't see Ding Ling's sword clearly. I could only see a sword shadow. It really flashed once, and the sword was already pressed against Tanaka Rihei's forehead!"
"Too fast! I can't imagine how Ding Ling trained such swordsmanship. I originally thought he was only strong and good at boxing, but now it seems his swordsmanship might be even better than his boxing. With his strength, this kind of swordsmanship