For the third time, there was still not a peep in the living room.
The man wasn't angry, and continued in a calm tone: "Ling Mu, today I've come to Huaxia, to your Tianhua Martial Arts Hall, with only one purpose, and that is to truly fight you. Fourteen years ago, I lost, but today, I will not lose. You can be a coward, but can there really be not a single courageous person in Huaxia? I refuse to believe our insults from Japan toward the Huaxia people, calling them the Sick Man of East Asia, but today, it seems my ancestors weren't wrong. You are indeed the Sick Man of East Asia, a group of cowards without guts."
"Shut your mouth." Finally unable to bear it, Ling Qingwu shouted fiercely. "I don't care who you are. Please leave immediately."
The man ignored Ling Qingwu's words and continued to address the living room: "Ling Mu, you think it's over if you don't speak? I've come all the way to Huaxia, and I won't leave until I achieve my goal.
