He had won.
In the first battle, everyone had seen the magnificence of the martial artists. It was a good fight, and they felt that the Martial Master was indeed not weak.
By the second Battle ... No one was in the mood to praise him.
Only cruelty!
At this moment, they finally understood what the pugilistic world was and what the martial arts world was!
The Silver Moon martial forest more than twenty years ago was like this.
People died every day, and people were killed on the way or on the way to revenge.
Fight for what?
Fighting for fame and fortune, or rather ... The essence of a Martial Master was to kill.
The moment martial masters were born, they existed for the sake of killing.
The power to surpass mortals and explore the limits of the body.
He would make his own name and surpass his predecessors.
All of this was the Dao of a Martial Master.
"Why ... Must you kill one person?"
