"We swear, we came to Qustia because we love its culture. We'll never talk smack about it ever again!"
Seeing these arrogant, high-and-mighty Southsirenese filled with fear and terror delighted the crowd, and they waved their arms in glee.
"He's right! We might be friendly, but that doesn't mean we're weak!"
"Yeah. Next time I see you bully our friends again, I'll kick your butt. Even if I can't win, I'm going to give all I have!"
"Me too. Qustians are united! We can beat you Southsirenese easily!"
"Yeah. We have the numbers advantage, not you!"
The united spirit of the crowd terrified the foreigners, and their faces turned as pale as a sheet. If these people came after them, they'd be taken down in mere moments no matter how powerful they were. They were not Kingsley, after all.
Kingsley looked at the defeated Kendrick coldly. "Taekwondo's good for the body, so it's not totally useless. However, don't ever compare it to Qustia Arts. We're leagues ahead of you."
A bleeding Kendrick hoarsely said, "I-I understand. I've felt its power first-hand."
"And…" Kingsley raised two fingers and wagged them. "You got two things wrong. One, acupuncture and Meridian Arts are inventions of Qustia. If you have a problem with that, I don't mind showing you my skills. Two, no matter the occasion, Southsiren will always lose to us. You used to be our vassal state, remember?"
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