บท 747: Sora

The news of Fein's victory over Takeshi had caused a ripple throughout the Central Plains. The swordsmen community was buzzing with excitement and anticipation, discussing and debating about the up-and-coming swordsman.

In one corner of the city, a group of swordsmen had gathered for a heated debate about the greatest swordsman in the Central Plains. They were discussing the merits of each swordsman, analyzing their strengths and weaknesses, and predicting who would come out on top in a hypothetical match.

One of the swordsmen, a grizzled veteran with a sharp tongue and a keen eye, spoke up. "Fein, you say? A mere upstart, who defeated Takeshi by sheer luck. He's not even worthy of being mentioned alongside the true greats of the Central Plains."

The others murmured in agreement, shaking their heads in disbelief. "I heard he couldn't even beat the top ten," said another, with a sneer.