บท 599: The Profoundness of the Mysterious Sword

After the audience in the battle dojo recovered from their astonishment, they started to discuss and curse. The noises got increasingly louder and the place soon sounded like a large-scale duck farm.

"This is the finals? Didn't that Shan Shi get defeated too quickly?"

Shan Shi was the strongest dark horse and had fought his way here by chopping off his opponents' two arms with a single sword attack. But now, he had been beaten up into a state like a dead dog.

Thinking of how he had spoken so arrogantly earlier, wanting to defeat Sun Mo within 30 moves, he now looked like a clown who didn't know any better.

"Trash!"

"Trash!"

"Why don't you go die!"

The gamblers who had bet on Shan Shi erupted and cursed loudly, gifting him with the most vicious words they knew.

They threw out their gambling slips, making it appear as if there was heavy snow.

"Shan Shi, are you admitting your loss?"

Tong Yiming asked.