As Miyamoto Mito fell into a coma, the summit of Mount Fuji descended into silence.
"What's the situation?"
"How far has the battle progressed?"
"Who won?"
"Huaxia Ying Yue or Japanese Miyamoto Mito?"
"Is that even a question..."
Seeing the mountaintop become tranquil, with no sign of activity for a long while, those who had come to watch the battle looked at each other, their hearts filling with doubt.
"There hasn't been a peep in ages—it looks like the fight is likely over. The real question now is, who won?"
"Yes, who won?"
"I guess..."
Mutants and Martial World warriors pondered in confusion, while Grandmasters standing atop a knoll equally harbored doubts.
Hundreds of Grandmasters looked at each other, all frowning, their hearts uneasy.
This was a battle that mattered greatly to the Huaxia Martial Arts Community and the Japanese martial arts community—a deciding factor in which was superior. The implications of victory or defeat were enormous.
