Three Men Head South

Today was a dojo-challenging match. The Transcendents under the Third Tribunal Judge, led by Senior Brother Gong, had come to "seek instruction."

All four had already advanced to the third tier.

Though they were only at the seventh layer.

Who could have imagined that this grand four-on-one assault would not even last ten seconds?

Shen Li slowly opened his eyes, clasped his fists toward the audience below, and calmly said, "Senior Brother Gong, thank you for going easy on me. I had planned to visit your side for guidance in a few days. I didn't expect you to come today, which saves me the trouble."

Senior Brother Gong, seated below the platform, did not look pleased.

"Junior Brother Shen Li, this was only a spar."

He rose to his feet and said coldly, "Wasn't it inappropriate for you to hit so hard?"

His four junior brothers had all had their heads pressed into the arena floor... One of them was still struggling to pull himself free without success. The sight was utterly ridiculous and humiliating.

"Challenging a dojo is a fine tradition. If you come, you should be prepared to get beaten."

"When I was out on a mission, I heard that this was how you treated my junior brothers too. You didn't hold back. My junior brother is still lying in the hospital."

This sparring match.

Though the scene was ugly, with all four men planted headfirst in the ground.

Shen Li had controlled his strength. At most, these people would be bedridden for two or three days before they could spring back to life.

"Enough."

Shen Li glanced at the Fire Controller struggling to pull out his head. He lightly kicked the man's backside, sending him tumbling heavily forward, but the momentum finally pulled his head free. Dust