At Hongfeng Martial Arts School, the Martial Hall Master's name was Hong Zhentian. One could only say that the man truly lived up to his name.
Back then, with his Hong Fist, he had beaten the entire martial world until they could not raise their heads. Like Li Qing, his martial arts followed a fierce and domineering path—one force overcoming ten techniques!
At the peak of his powers, everyone believed that Hong Zhentian entering the Grandmaster Realm was as certain as a nail driven into a board.
Unfortunately, no one knew what change of events had happened later. He changed his former fiery temperament, and his whole life plummeted downhill.
In the end, left with no other choice, he founded Hongfeng Martial Arts School in the imperial capital. From then on, his legends gradually faded from the martial world.
People said that the masters of the three great martial arts schools were evenly matched, but if they truly came to blows, Hong Zhentian should have been able to edge out the other two hall masters.
At this moment, within Hongfeng Martial Arts School, many disciples wore grave expressions as they waited solemnly.
"Those who come bear ill intent."
A disciple muttered softly.
Over the past few days, a rumor had surfaced in Sheng Tian's martial world: Zeng Jinbao, the master of Golden Armor Martial Arts School, had been defeated by a young man.
That young man's martial arts were exceedingly fierce and domineering. His form and spirit both resembled a savage tiger. Even Zeng Jinbao, who excelled at defense, could not withstand those fists.
At first, no one believed it. But later, when people went to ask the disciples of Golden Armor Martial Arts School, their hesitant and evasive attitude became rather thought-provoking.
The rumor was very likely true. Otherwise,