In the center square of the ancient town, a crowd of onlookers, primarily martial artists, had gathered.

All eyes were on a young man in warrior gear, rocking wooden sandals and a bun hairdo. He chilled on a bench with only a bottle of wine and a sword on the table.

The man sipped his drink casually, not bothering about the talks around him. Behind him stood a middle-aged man in a suit and white gloves, dressed like a butler.

Though the butler seemed meek around the young man, his eyes scanned the crowd with a snobby air.

The butler spoke loudly to the gathering crowd, "Listen up, people from Dragonmarsh!

"Meet our young master, Marco Alessandro! We're from Kimboku and came to Sacred Wyrm Summit to challenge the best fighters from Dragonmarsh.

"We're having a three-day tournament. If anyone can beat Mr. Alessandro, they'll get the 'Demon Sword,' one of Kimboku's top ten swords!

for it, you'll have to cancel the tournament and

this, the whole crowd went wild. Those with a short fuse

I'm not

display such arrogance in Dragonmarsh? You're

even think about holding me

turned everything chaotic, with

up for a fight. Challenging the martial artist of Dragonmarsh openly at the foot of Sacred Wrym Summit was like walking into

be warned, if you fight unfairly by outnumbering us, we won't

anger, but he never saw these people as a real threat from the moment he

"Stop!"

elderly man stepped forward, halting the eager youths who were about to

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