"I know how to break his move..."
That night, beneath dim candlelight, several people sat around a table when one of them suddenly spoke.
"How?"
"Flowers Hidden Beneath Leaves—break his joints."
"...And how do you know Old Ape Hanging Seal is really his move?"
After a moment of silence, one of them spoke.
The other two were taken aback and also fell silent.
That was right...
The Emei Wind-Chasing Short Strikes and Old Ape Hanging Seal Huo Yuanhong had used that day were clearly not the martial arts he usually employed. Even if they broke that move, what then?
"Have someone test him again. This time, test his adaptability. Let Glasses Chen observe. If those people still aren't enough, Glasses Chen will have to make a move himself."
One of them said.
Over the next few days, life gradually returned to calm.
Other than that woman in brocade robes. After the match that day, she had followed Huo Yuanhong all the way to the rotten-meat noodle stall. Ever since, she came to eat noodles every day, yet always sat far away from Huo Yuanhong and never greeted him.
"Noodles are here!"
Old Zhang carried over a tray, first placing a bowl with plenty of meat in front of Huo Yuanhong, then setting the other bowl before his son.
Knowing his son was learning martial arts under Huo Yuanhong, Old Zhang had originally covered his noodles with good cuts of meat. But after his son said he only wanted the same meat as everyone else, Old Zhang began giving him extra minced scraps every time.
"Master, did you hear? The Foreigners want to compare martial skills with our local Martial Guild."
Zhang Hu picked up some noodles with his chopsticks. After blowing on them several times, he still found them