Everyone was stunned to see how one could have this much power.


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    Mitchell, Scarlett, and everyone else couldn‘t utter a single word.


    Daito suddenly felt extremely parched. He pped himself in the face a few times to make sure that he


    wasn‘t seeing things.


    Who was Miyata?!


    He was the Sword Saint of the Shinkage Way, and one of the Ind Nations‘ God of War!


    A man like him was considered to be invincible!


    Yet he was beaten down with a single p from the kept man, Harvey?!


    He wasn‘t sent flying, but the sight was still shocking.


    “Impossible! How?!”


    “Mr. Shinosuke‘s a true God of War! Even if Harvey started training from his mother‘s womb, there’s no


    way he‘d be on par with him!”


    “How did he win?!”


    “He must‘ve taken advantage of some shady


    tactic. ?


    “That has to be it...!”


    Scarlett muttered to herself, lookingpletely woebegone. She couldn‘t ept what she had just seen,


    so she had no choice but to keep making excuses to convince herself.


    The rich heirs of the sacred martial art training grounds were rendered into stunned silence, their eyes


    twitching frantically. They couldn‘t say anything even if they wanted to.


    Only Calvin, who had been humiliated before, let


    out a sigh of relief.


    Since Miyata had been pped to such a sorry state by Harvey, nobody would probably remember some


    random guy getting the same treatment.


    Mitchell and the rest of the disciples from Longmen‘s Law Enforcement were just as shocked. Their


    excitement from before had turned intoplete despair.


    They were numb, their eyes twitching uncontrobly, unsure how they should react.


    “You‘re weak.”


    Harvey leveled a disdainful re at Miyata, who was kneeling on the ground. His face was as calm as


    always.


    “Your good friend, Mitchell, brought you an exquisite coffin.”


    “You‘ll at least have a ce to lie in before you die. Thank him before you‘re dead.”


    “W–Why?!”


    Miyata‘s entire body shivered.


    “I trained in swordsmanship for thirty years! I


    became a Sword Saint and a God of War ten years ago!”


    “You‘re so young! How are you even stronger than me?!”


    “This is wrong!”


    Miyata couldn‘t ept the fact that he lost against the young man in front of him.


    “What‘s so wrong about it?”


    Harvey walked up and tapped Miyata in the face.


    “You know I‘m the prince of South Light, and


    –


    you also know my identity as Mordu‘s Longmen branch leader.”


    ?That said, you‘re missing one more identity.”


    “Why don‘t you take a guess?”


    Miyata‘s pupils shrunk instantly.


    “Are you the legendary Head Coach?!”


    “Bingo!”


    Harvey pped his hands before kicking Miyata to the ground.


    “So tell me, don‘t you deserve death for causing me trouble?!”


    Miyata‘s facepletely lost all as he looked at Harvey‘s emotionless face. He didn‘t have the strength


    to resist.


    ‘He‘s the legendary man!


    ‘I‘m against the legendary man!


    ‘What‘s the point of fighting anymore?!!


    ‘Before, the five strongest countries werepletely beaten down by this one man!‘


    ‘I‘m just some Sword Saint of the Shinkage Way! I mean nothing in front of this man!!!


    Not far away, Daito was seething with anger as he witnessed what was happening.


    “How dare you?!”


    Even if Miyata lost, he was still a God of War of the Ind Nations. For Daito, Miyata did not deserve to


    be humiliated in such a way.