Katahara's guards were completely dumbfounded. They were all exceptional fighters themselves, yet none of them understood what had just happened.
How could Lu Li's slender frame so easily withstand the Fang of Metsudo's devastating blow? Not even Wakatsuki Takeshi's superhuman Constitution could have done that.
Why had the Fang of Metsudo stepped back and assumed a defensive stance before the fight, only for Lu Li to say he was strong?
Why hadn't Lu Li pursued after knocking the Fang of Metsudo away and seizing the initiative? This had been the perfect chance to defeat a legend.
They had too many questions, but none they could ask at the moment. All they could do was stare intently at the two men in the center of the living room.
The mysterious young man from the East, or the undefeated legend known as the Fang of Metsudo—which one would win?
"In terms of perception and learning ability, you're quite a bit stronger than Rei'an..."
Lu Li spoke as if in admiration. "Oh, Rei'an is a genius of the Wu Clan. He should be their strongest now, right?"
Hui-Li-Yang Wu was indeed old. As things stood, Rei'an was certainly the strongest, though he had yet to reach the level Hui-Li-Yang Wu had possessed in his youth.
"I haven't asked your name yet."
Agito Kanoh spoke to Lu Li for the first time.
"That was rather rude of me. My name is Lu Li."
Lu Li assumed a Wing Chun opening stance. "Come. Let me see your 'Martial Arts.'"
Within the world of Kengan matches, everyone knew the title Fang of Metsudo. He possessed two major "stances." One was "Formless," a style that did not cling to techniques and instead followed instinct.
The other was "Martial Arts," a technique born from the fusion of multiple