The three old men of the fields were defeated.
Defeated swiftly and miserably.
The eldest elder's chest bone was shattered, and he had passed out.
It was fortunate that he was a half-step from the Battle King realm; otherwise, such injuries might have endangered his life!
While the injuries of the second and third elders were considerably less severe than those of the eldest, their wrists had also been completely twisted and deformed. It was still uncertain whether they would ever regain the ability to wield a blade again.
"Ridiculous Southern Border army, ridiculous Dragon Country!"
"If the Southern Border army has only this level of strength, then the military strength of the east, west, and north must be similar, right?"
"
Miyamoto Musashi's rampant laughter echoed in everyone's ears.
All faces showed anger, but they were powerless to act.
This was a battle between Miyamoto Musashi and the three old men of the fields; they couldn't intervene.