The inn was still the same as before, with no change in its decor style, bustling with diners, truly enjoying high popularity.
But it also depended on the people. Inside the hall, groups of three to five gathered at tables, all burly men, almost all shirtless, wielding weapons, making a mighty display. There weren't quite a hundred of them, but it was close.
Su Sheng, though hailed as a match for a hundred men, had never actually encountered so many armed Blade Guests before!
At that moment, a fat old man with a face full of twisted whiskers and grizzled chest hair stood up from his seat, moving forward with a weight exceeding two hundred kilograms.
To the uninitiated, he was just a fat old man, but those knowledgeable in martial practice knew that by middle age, the importance of muscular physique diminishes. Instead, the might of someone corpulent like him could make an opponent question their life once battle ensued.
