The Training ground once again fell into a brief silence.
Immediately afterward, curses surged from all around like a rising tide.
Countless people from the Moon Kingdom began shouting abuse. The things they said were downright vicious.
This is the imperial capital. Do you really think we're afraid of you, a Third Realm Mirror Kingdom bastard? Are we not even allowed to curse you, a Mirror Kingdom bastard?
Yet Chu Huai Xu, standing on the Arena, looked utterly unconcerned.
He merely lowered his eyes to look down at Leng Wuya, undisguised contempt on his face.
But those words really did transform into a mountain pressing down on Leng Wuya's shoulders.
The other man had made himself clear. He was obviously going to strike hard again later!
This was supposed to be a friendly Match? He wasn't here to receive a Sword. He was clearly here to receive an injury!
Not everyone in this world was as unconventional as Chu Huai Xu, treating injuries and pain as nothing.
Moreover, being repeatedly humiliated in public like this immediately made Leng Wuya's ordinary-looking face flush bright red. He gritted his teeth.
"A scholar may be killed, but not humiliated!"
"Chu Huai Xu, if you have the guts, kill me with one Sword!"
He was still young, after all. Just imagine how many young people in this world could endure being provoked by a "foreigner" in front of tens of thousands of their "fellow countrymen."
At that, Chu Huai Xu raised his eyes and cast another distant glance at Ming Xuanji, who was seated on the high platform.
Only then did he say flatly, "What nonsense are you spouting? Your Old National Preceptor will protect your life. Otherwise, one casual Sword from me would be more than enough—even three lives wouldn't be enough to