Among the crowd's discussions, the Sang Country warrior on the arena grinned, appearing very sinister.
He slowly extended his left thumb, pointing it towards Long Hai, then flipped it downwards abruptly.
Then, he looked at Long Hai disdainfully and lazily said.
"Fifty years ago, my ancestors gave you Huaxia people a title, which I've always thought made a lot of sense, do you want to hear it?"
Long Hai clearly knew this bastard was up to no good, glaring at him coldly without saying a word.
The Sang Country warrior bit his teeth tightly and continued on his own.
"That title is Sick Man of East Asia, hahaha..."
He laughed recklessly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, laughing so hard he couldn't catch his breath, clutching his belly and bending over.
Bang!
Long Hai felt like all the blood in his body surged to his head, as if it was igniting in an instant.
This humiliating title once haunted the painful Huaxia people for half a century.
