"Why? Why did you forfeit?! You didn't even use your full strength!"
Tien Shinhan was overwhelmed by a jumble of emotions.
Master Roshi turned back to look at Tien Shinhan and smiled faintly, making the same decision as in the original story. "I'm old. Seeing you young ones grow so well puts my mind at ease. Earth's martial arts haven't declined. You must walk the right path, or it would truly be such a waste. Follow your heart and do what a Martial Artist should truly do. Master Shen isn't worthy of being your teacher."
"What?!" Tien Shinhan was deeply shaken by those words, but Master Roshi knew he understood. He turned and left the arena without hesitation.
The entire venue had already erupted in an uproar. Master Shen was furious at Master Roshi's stunt, but his voice could not reach them.
He could only use telepathy to communicate with his disciple, telling him not to let Master Roshi's provocation affect him.
Yet before he could say much to Tien Shinhan, Tien Shinhan forcefully ignored him.
Tien Shinhan was no fool. In truth, he had long understood everything they had done over the years, as well as what kind of school they belonged to.
He had always struggled over whether it was right or wrong.
The philosophy taught by his master and martial uncle was that strength came first. As long as one possessed strength, anything one did was right.
But as his strength and realm continued to rise, and as he experienced more and more, he gradually came to understand that a Martial Artist should not become an assassin or do things against his conscience for money.
He had finally awakened and returned from the wrong path.
Tien Shinhan was only one final step away.
Still, in a sense,