The Rising Fist Strikes Again

Chen Chuan looked ahead. Standing there was a tall, lean man with fair skin, a long forehead and chin, and loose braids tied behind his head.

His limbs had a slender quality to them. He wore the Besa Khanate's traditional sleeveless robe, large golden earrings hung from his ears, his hair was dyed white, and a huge silver ring was strapped across his back.

Judging by his appearance alone, he did not seem to be a pure Besa Khanate native, but rather someone of mixed blood.

From the exchange between the two just now, Chen Chuan could tell that this was likely Sayibayar, the Besa Khanate's other Fighter, the one whose stance leaned toward Norland.

If this man had succeeded just now, the incident could have been spun into Central City's representative joining forces with a Great Shun Fighter to kill Tamur. Once word spread internationally and some agitation was stirred up behind the scenes, the man before him could return to Balkhtu under the banner of righteousness. The entire situation might then change.

And from what had just been said, this man might even be able to gain power by killing Tamur. That made the situation even harder to predict.

Sayibayar turned around at that moment, looking at Chen Chuan warily.

What he had not expected was that Chen Chuan had clearly left earlier, yet had now returned. He guessed that Chen Chuan might have sensed his presence long ago, and the thought sent a chill through him.

His expression became solemn as he slowly retreated several steps, trying to find a favorable position. At the same time, light naturally began to emerge from his body.

Chen Chuan and Tamur had decided victory and defeat almost instantly. Tamur had appeared completely unable to fight back, and Sayibayar was not