A Clear Road on the Horizon

Before Chen Chuan accepted the Far Ocean Development Group's invitation, the group had promised him ample compensation and payment for this operation.

Knowing his coming training would require large quantities of medicine, he had submitted a list to the group. He hadn't expected them to move so quickly. They already had it ready.

After reading the message, he was in no hurry to collect it. He picked up the Fragrant Dew prepared on the table before him, took a sip, and asked Hu Kan, "What will you do next, Brother Hu?"

"Me? I'm fated to toil," Hu Kan said. "Once I get back, there'll probably be more work waiting. The Rift at Anyao Pavilion will definitely have to be adjusted so it leads only to the Convergence Zone from now on. We'll still need to hold that ground and get the resources we need from inside.

"Heh, that's a big job. We'll have our hands full."

"You don't seem to mind," Chen Chuan said.

Hu Kan laughed. "If I don't fight anyone or sharpen my skills, I always feel like I'm falling behind."

He patted the heavy hammer resting on the floor. "These arms are how I earn my keep. If I can't beat anyone anymore, I won't even be able to earn a decent meal, will I?"

Chen Chuan nodded.

It was true. Even a Fighter's skills and combat instincts would quickly decline if he grew complacent or went too long without facing an opponent.

Those who fought on the front lines year after year were the best. No Fighter could surpass them by shutting himself away to train alone.

Maintaining one's physical condition was another factor. Without years of steady conditioning and enough nourishment to sustain himself, a Fighter's body would deteriorate. In theory, a Fighter's lifespan had