Ma Yihong climbed to his feet, his face flushed, feeling he could hardly stand his ground.
A cheer erupted among the Jianghu people around him. After all, Jianghu martial artists have a rather fiery nature and enjoy excitement. Although some felt that Li Danxun's actions were inappropriate, they reconsidered and thought, "If one doesn't act recklessly in youth, what good is youth?" While it was somewhat arrogant, it was also a common trait among young people, so why criticize?
At the moment, there was nothing but a chorus of cheers.
A servant from the Huangfu family ran out lightly, rolled up the sheet of paper full of comments, and delivered it to various taverns and teahouses. The storytelling gentleman took the letter, sipped some tea to moisten his throat, glanced at it, hesitated a bit, but since the people around were urging him impatiently, he began:
"The result of the earlier duel between the Blade Madman of Fufeng and that young hero has come out..."
