"Six-winged Falcon Fist, Yin Sheng, here to learn!"
He appeared to be in his fifties, nearing sixty. His physique was robust and powerful, with long arms raised as his callused index finger formed a fist salute.
"Dragon Elephant Martial Arts Hall, Bai Xiao."
Bai Xiao returned the salute, demonstrating his respect for Martial Arts.
However, just as they were about to begin the fight.
Within the Martial Arts Arena, a cold figure walked through the passage. Dressed in plain hempen white clothes, a scar on the left side of his face cut right through his tightly closed lips, splitting what should have been a handsome face in half. On his back, a Cross Sword was sheathed, the handle wrapped in gray bandages, jutting out from his right shoulder.
This man's demeanor was akin to a cold, steel blade.
"Beichen Sword, Kui Zhenghong, he's here!"
