After a great deal of chaos, 'Xiao Ye Wan Ling' was dragged outside by 'Ke Shan Ru Meng'.
Jiang Shang coughed once, pretending nothing had happened. "Mister Pu and us are now on the same boat. When the second-in-command escaped from the stronghold last time, he would certainly have gone to report to the Black Tiger Escort Agency. The urgent matter now is how we should deal with this!"
"The Black Tiger Escort Agency..."
At the mention of his enemy, hatred surfaced on Pu Dongyun's face. "They're not easy to deal with. Their three chief escorts are all Martial Artists! Two are Seventh Rank, and one is Sixth Rank. Sigh... Difficult, difficult, difficult!"
"As for the Martial Artist realm, please enlighten me, Mister Pu!"
Jiang Shang spoke earnestly.
"You actually don't know?" Pu Dongyun looked as if he were staring at a child who knew nothing about common sense.
"We truly don't."
Jiang Shang understood deeply that lying was inferior to telling the truth, and telling the truth was inferior to telling only part of the truth. "Please teach me, sir!"
"The path of the Martial Artist rises to the heavens one step at a time!"
Pu Dongyun organized his thoughts before explaining, "The people of this world enter the Dao through martial arts, but unless they become Ninth-Rank Martial Artists, they remain forever wandering at the threshold. Martial Artists can be divided into nine realms, or nine ranks!"
"Among them, the Ninth-Rank Martial Artist is called the 'Copper Skin Realm.' In this realm, one's skin is like copper, one's strength increases by a hundred jin, and one can fight ten enemies alone!"
"An Eighth-Rank Martial Artist is called the 'Iron Bone Realm.' Both arms possess five hundred jin of tremendous strength, granting endless power. Only a handful of vital