Sun Xiaowu frowned. Surely the king wasn't serious—the strength he had shown far exceeded that of the marshal. 

Sun Xiaowu didn't know what to make of the king's strength. Was he truly a strong warrior, or an actor as he claimed to be? No, why not both? Couldn't he be both a king and an oddball actor?

Sun Xiaowu got into a battle-ready stance. "Oddball king, I challenge you to a fight!"

The greenskin fighters on the battlefield were all upset by the cavalier way Sun Xiaowu was referring to their king.

"He's dead meat!"

"No human can get away with such insolence, not even these so-called warlords! He's...