Wen Lier sincerely admitted defeat.
He had studied the techniques of the Non-Body Faction, both those taught in the dojo and those learned by ordinary students. He had thought he understood them all.
Yet he had never imagined that, after a few simple adjustments, they could be taken to such a level.
And Chen Chuan's personal instruction clearly told them that these were developments derived from the foundations of the Non-Body Faction. Every disciple of the Non-Body Faction could learn them; all they lacked was proper guidance.
He could not help but think that the abilities of every Non-Body Faction student and coach might rise as a result.
These techniques had once seemed utterly ordinary, yet now they had abruptly been elevated to an astonishing level, as if turning decay into magic.
And this was only what he had seen before his eyes. Would there be even more changes in the future?
The answer seemed obvious.
The man seated before him should never have come into contact with the Non-Body Faction before, so all of this must have been added and supplemented afterward.
He conceded wholeheartedly, and he could not help but sense the all-around gap between himself and Chen Chuan—not merely in strength, but also in their understanding of fighting as Fighters.
Still, he did not regret making this trip. Though they had not sparred directly, even this indirect exchange had benefited him greatly.
He rose to his feet, bowed slightly, and solemnly said to Chen Chuan, "Migas Fighting Hall will honor its word. We will cease all our previous actions and publicly apologize to your side."
After saying that, he straightened, put on his hat, and saluted. "Then we will not impose any longer."
Nobu Goro rose and returned the bow.
Wen Lier saluted once more, then briskly