Long ago, Lu PingAn had realized the essence of the "Breathing Method."
Back then, he had also understood why Professionals often had two Profession Skills, one focused outward and one inward. The inward-focused one was often the "Breathing Method"—drawing in "pollution," guiding circulation within the body through so-called "breathing," and ultimately altering oneself.
"A python fighting a gorilla? Interesting."
Even Lu PingAn had lost track of how many fights he had watched since boarding the ship.
Clearly, the Martial Arts Festival was still in its preparation period, but a group of old rivals—perhaps bearing old grudges, perhaps locked in competition—had been forced into the relatively enclosed environment of a cruise ship. It would have been stranger if nothing happened.
"Boom!"
Especially when both sides were fighters who traded blow for blow, the spectacle became all the more entertaining.
"You stinking monkey! You dare ruin my business? Since we ran into each other today, you're destined never to see tomorrow's sun!"
"Business? You mean the human trafficking in River Bitter City? Or the bandits and highway robbers on the Mountain Autumn Second Section route?"
"Damn it! You were behind what happened at Mountain Autumn too! Die!"
When enemies met, their eyes reddened at once. The two exchanged solid, flesh-shaking blows, making for quite a show.
One moved like a python emerging from its den, seeming to have barely an ounce of bone in his whole body. His rapid punches snapped like whips, his arms winding like snakes.
The other was like a savage ape descending the mountain, his muscles swollen to grotesque proportions like a crazed gorilla's. Every punch struck like a heavy hammer, and his thunderous roars shook the air.
One was soft, the other hard. The soft could not strangle the hard to death, while the hard could not