The sudden appearance of the young monk brought a sense of profound shame and insult to the warriors of the Island Nation.
"I came here to challenge, and your so-called eighteen bronze men couldn't last more than a few rounds against me, and now you've actually called upon a delicate-looking young monk."
It was definitely an insult, the ultimate insult. Could it be they intended to send a youngster to make me show mercy?
"Benefactor, please make your move," said the monk.
The young monk smiled slightly, still with his hands pressed together in a prayerful gesture, showing not the slightest ripple of emotion, as if he were an old tree taking root and sprouting anew.
"Such strong composure, or rather, such confidence. Otherwise, there wouldn't be such tranquility," admired Ye Ling, the young monk was no ordinary fellow. It seemed that the samurai from the Island Nation was in for a hard time and might even suffer defeat.
