Everyone looked at each other, waiting for someone else to make the first move.
Suddenly, a man stepped forward into the center; he was a sturdy fellow dressed in grey attire. He cupped his fists in all directions and declared brashly, "I am Wang Mao! As for my master... I am forbidden to reveal his name, and there's no need for you all to know. Just understand that I am determined to win this sword today, so don't even think about competing with me!"
Everyone exchanged glances, thinking to themselves, who the hell is this bloke swaggering about with no reputation whatsoever? When exactly did such an odd figure leap onto the Jianghu scene? Yet, when it came to challenging him, there was a hint of reservation, feeling that this fellow might not have the temerity to lie and boast in front of all these heroes; he must have some real skills.
