Yi Heng came unarmed, with fists clenched tightly, and his gaze ablaze with intense fighting spirit.
He too harbored a deep hatred for the islanders!
Decades ago, the island nation was China's biggest enemy.
Now, to have islanders come knocking with challenges was a grave insult and provocation to all Chinese people!
At the same time, Sato Michi looked up at Yi Heng, his eyes brimming blatantly with mockery, disdain, and contempt!
"Are all Chinese martial artists as weak as you?"
"Isn't Chinese martial arts known for its long and storied history? Yet I cannot see the slightest sign of a master martial artist's aura in you!"
"You are simply too weak!"
Sato Michi snorted coldly, his words dripping with scorn.
Sato Michi's mockery knew no bounds, in his view, Yi Heng's strength was truly below par.
He possessed the power of an early Post-Innate stage, while his opponent merely had the strength of a mid-Innate stage!