Hearing Lü Shidao's words, Xue Pan's boastful nature flared up again. He slapped his chest loudly. "Don't worry. Watch me punch those men from Japan and bring glory to our dynasty!"
Xue Baochai and the Yellow-robed Woman rolled their eyes. They had long since grown numb to Xue Pan's empty boasts.
After Xue Pan stepped onto the stage, Sasaki Kojirō gave him a cold look. "I heard you said you were going to punch and kick me?" His cultivation was profound, and the Southern Song side had not deliberately lowered their voices, so it was no surprise he had heard them.
Xue Pan groaned inwardly, but he could not lose in terms of momentum. "So what if I did?"
Sasaki snorted coldly. His entire body became an afterimage as he suddenly appeared before him. Before Xue Pan could react, he had already been kicked in the knee and forced to his knees.
"This man's so fast!" Xue Baochai cried out. Even the Yellow-robed Woman looked grave. If she had not been prepared beforehand, she probably would not have been able to dodge that move either.
Song Qingshu had seen his Yan Fan before. To execute that astonishing technique, movement was the most important thing. Clearly, he had put immense effort into his footwork.
"Now, who's beating whom?" Sasaki Kojirō stood before Xue Pan, looking down at him from above.
"Damn it!" Xue Pan had always been a tyrant in Lin'an City, bullying men and women alike. When had he ever suffered such humiliation? Although he knew he should admit defeat, the fury in his chest left him unable to say the words.
Xue Pan drew his sword, but his thrust struck only empty air.
"Well done!" Many on the Southern Song side did not understand what was happening. Seeing Xue