A booming voice echoed through the conference room, coming from an exceptionally tall and burly middle-aged man.
"History is written by the victors. Once he's dead, we'll control the narrative. It's not that hard to manipulate public opinion, is it?"
The elderly man spoke again.
"I refuse. My plan has always been simple: if he dares to show his face in Japan, I will fight him in a fair duel and defeat him honorably. All of you are in the Martial Arts Saint Realm. How can you have so little faith in your own Martial Arts Dao? It's a disgrace."
"As far as I'm concerned, this discussion is over. What you do is your choice. Regardless, the moment he appears in Tokyo, I will face him in a fair fight."
The robust man with the booming voice spoke calmly. Then, the video feed from his location distorted and went black as the signal was lost.
