"When did I ever say my words don't count, Master? You should win against me first before talking," Chi Chen'an declared.
As soon as the words left his mouth, he launched an attack. Wolf God was already prepared, dodging the strike with a feint and sidestepping, while muttering a playful curse, "You little rascal, I knew you would try to ambush me."
The two quickly became entangled in a fierce battle, neither backing down. Their blows were relentless and brutal, each punch landing with a satisfying thud that made onlookers wince and cheer loudly.
To the casual observer, it was just a spectacle; to those in the know, it was a display of skill.
"Your fifty gold is on the line," Misha commented. "Nameless has youth and stamina on his side. Although Wolf God may not match him in physical strength, his experience allows him to conserve energy effectively. Don't be fooled by Wolf God's heavy breathing; in a battle of endurance, it's anyone's game."
Nameless moved swiftly, even creating afterimages with his speed. Wolf God was slightly slower but incredibly stable. His fighting style relied not just on speed but also on strategy; he could predict his opponent's next move, which compensated for his lack of quickness.
"Moreover," Li Cu added, "That Kid's techniques are quite eclectic. Unlike his master, who strikes with clean and pure moves."
Tsk, without fully grasping his master's martial arts, he seeks to learn all these haphazard techniques. Though he has some talent, his understanding of martial arts cannot compare to that of his master.
Sang Qingxiao listened to their evaluations but found her mind captivated by the hidden techniques within their exchanges. The eclectic moves Li Cu mentioned seemed unremarkable when isolated but formed a coherent pattern when practiced in her mind—this was unmistakably Sang Family Martial Arts!
The Sang Family had a deep appreciation for martial arts; every generation collected martial arts manuals. After years of effort, it was no exaggeration to say that over half of the world's martial arts were stored within the Sang Family's library.
Not only did the Sang Family enjoy collecting these texts, but they also liked to modify any unreasonable aspects of other families' manuals. Once altered, they would proudly label them as part of Sang Family Martial Arts.
When the Sang Family faced adversity, Jing Wang's first act was to set fire to the library. He added plenty of oil to fuel the flames, creating an inferno that illuminated much of the inner city.
Many martial families had hoped to salvage something from the blaze that night but arrived too late; everything had been consumed by the flames, leaving nothing but ash and prompting curses from those who had come too late.
The world believed that Sang Family Martial Arts had vanished forever. In reality, every text from that library resided in Sang Bai Jue's mind. While Sang Qingxiao didn't know everything, she had learned some techniques from him.
Where did Chi Chen'an get this knowledge from?
Sang Qingxiao observed closely and realized there was more than one style at play.
She found herself too absorbed in thought to pay attention to the match anymore and lost track of time.
A scratch on her arm snapped her back to reality as she heard someone shout nearby: "It's a draw! It's actually a draw!"
How could it end in a draw?
Sang Qingxiao looked up at the stage; both fighters were injured but had fought with great enthusiasm. They supported each other as they laughed and exited the arena.
Sang Qingxiao still wanted to ask how it ended this way.
Li Cu spoke up first, grumbling about That Kid: "His resolve is weak yet he's crafty. He broke through a realm long ago but kept it hidden until the last moment when he suddenly unleashed it. Such tactics are rather underhanded."
All's fair in war, isn't it? What does it matter if it's proper or not? Even Old Vine wouldn't disagree with that. When you're leading troops into battle, don't you sometimes have to resort to such tactics?
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