Bang!
In a tavern next to the arena, a resounding slam on a table echoed as a martial artist bellowed, "Just some barbarian from the prairies, yet he dares to strut around in the Central Plains and show off his might. Has Da Xia really no one capable of matching that foul monk?"
After speaking, the man looked around, his eyes bulging and filled with rage, "This is Tiandu of Da Xia, with such a powerful nation, can't a single young hero step forward? Or is it that no one dares to? All these years, what have the officials and the nobility of Da Xia been doing? Where are their descendants? They revel in riches during Da Xia's glory days but now, at the brink of crisis, when a barbarian from the steppes beats down our doors, not one dares to answer the challenge?!"