The young man had a thin figure, but his eyes seemed to have an inextinguishable light, filled with determination.
He was the most outstanding genius chosen by Marshland through the Martial Artist Summit.
He was born in an ordinary family and had no background.
He was a wild cultivator.
He grew up this way.
Leocadio Delgado of Marshland had also thought it through. As long as one was a citizen of Marshland, one could carry the fate of the country.
"Santiago, are you ready?" Leocadio asked seriously.
"I will not disappoint the king!"
The young martial artist, Santiago Huelva, turned around and saluted Leocadio with the martial arts salute.
Leocadio nodded lightly. "The future of Marshland's martial arts will fall on you tonight. If we fail this time, Marshland will be oppressed by that King Braydon Neal for the next 500 years. We will never rise again."
"The martial artists of Marshland are not weaker than anyone else!"
