Song Qingshu was one of the few who knew Miyamoto Musashi's true strength. Since he had never seen him fight before, he had intended to use this chance to observe his martial arts style. Who would have thought Shi Ming's skills would be so far beneath his? Miyamoto Musashi had not even drawn his sword before knocking him to the ground.
No one had expected the victor to be decided so quickly. Some were still cheering Shi Ming on, but once they came to their senses, they began cursing him as trash, saying he could not even defeat an eastern islander.
Humiliated and ashamed, Shi Ming slunk off the platform. Miyamoto Musashi remained there, sweeping his gaze over the crowd before saying coldly, "Before coming to the Central Plains, I thought the martial arts of this Celestial Empire would be extraordinary. I never expected them all to be so utterly worthless."
The entire crowd erupted at his blatant provocation. Quite a few people, filled with righteous indignation, wanted to rush up and teach this arrogant eastern islander a lesson, but the people from the Western Xia First Class Hall stopped them. They still had their tournament to hold; how could they allow the arena to descend into chaos?
"That eastern islander is far too arrogant!" Xue Pan said angrily, waving his fist.
Lü Shidao sneered from beside him. "What, does Young Master Xue want to go up there and teach him a lesson?"
Xue Pan's old face reddened. "I can't beat him, of course. But Miss Yang could take care of him easily, right, Miss Yang?"
Ignoring his fawning gaze, the Yellow-robed Woman frowned. "He has revealed very little of his martial arts, so it is difficult for me to judge who is stronger. Besides, our match schedules ensure that