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Bang!
Inside a wine tavern next to the arena, a loud thumping sound echoed as a martial artist angrily shouted, "Just a mere grassland barbarian dares to flaunt his power in the heart of the Central Plains. Can it be that there is no one in Da Xia who can defeat that stinking monk?"
After speaking, he looked around, eyes wide with rage, and said angrily, "This is Tiandu of Da Xia. Da Xia is so powerful, is there not a single young hero who can step forward? Or does no one dare to step forward? For so many years, what have Da Xia's officials and nobles been doing? Where are their descendants now? Da Xia was glorious and they enjoyed wealth and honor, but now in these critical times, with a grassland barbarian at our doorstep, not a single person dares to fight back?!"
