Chapter 37

Seeing this, the dark-skinned Moor swung his sledgehammer and shouted at Pei Min:

"Behold my hammer!"

In truth, the dark-skinned Moor had wanted to concede voluntarily. After all, he knew that in real combat, he was no match for Pei Min.

However, it had not been easy for him to rise from slavery to his current status as a citizen of the Roman Empire. Therefore, nothing could go wrong.

If anything went wrong, he might be enslaved once more and return to an inhuman life.

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

As he raised his sledgehammer, the wind surged fiercely. The force carried by the hammer was also immense. Yet before Pei Min, all of it was insignificant.

Seeing that the dark-skinned Moor had taken the initiative to attack, Pei Min did not stand on ceremony. He shot forward, slipped nimbly through the gap between the pair of sledgehammers, and immediately followed with a kick.

Bang!

Without any surprise, the dark-skinned Moor was kicked onto the tournament platform by Pei Min.

Seeing this, the foreigners were thoroughly alarmed:

"What is going on? Are these people of Great Tang truly this powerful? Just one swordsman came out, and so many of us lost to him?"

"One being kicked away is practically a kick to all our faces."

"Yes. If someone was defeated by his sword, that would at least be fair. But now everyone has been kicked out of the tournament by him. What is this?"

"Could it be that Great Tang only needs one swordsman, and none of us are his match? Is Great Tang really that powerful?"

"We had long heard that martial arts flourished in Great Tang, but we never expected it to have reached such a level."

Seeing every contestant get kicked away by Pei Min, these foreigners felt extremely embarrassed