"Dragon Slaying Fist?" Mu Yubai's eyebrows lifted slightly as he spoke. "I've never heard of it. Could there really be such a fist technique in this world?"
According to Shenzhou custom, whenever you finally used your secret technique to knock someone flat and they asked what art you had used, you would raise your huge face forty-five degrees and shout with icy arrogance, "Remember, you lost beneath Black Tiger Heart Gouge!" Of course, there were also techniques such as Golden Rooster Stands Alone, Life-Taking Chain Blade, Huang Family Twelve Broken Gate Palms, and Tang Family Desolate Groin Kick.
When making your way in the world, what mattered most was a person's "name." As the saying went, a person's name cast a tree's shadow. When your reputation was great, you had fine wine to drink and beautiful women to pursue; even your enemies would turn pale and stumble backward in panic after hearing your illustrious name, knocking over tables, chairs, and liquor cabinets. If your goddess or good bro happened to witness it all from the side, how magnificent and dignified would that be?
Who didn't want to make a name for themselves in the martial world? Who didn't want to carve out a resounding reputation?
Once your reputation grew, making money became easy. You could casually take on a few advertising endorsements.
"Half-Step Madness. One packet by day, one packet by night."
"Wang Ermazi's Soul-Shattering Scissors. Give your enemies the sensation of flight."
"Liu Xiaohui Fashion Hall. What I'm wearing isn't clothing—it's art."
So, whether for the face of making a name for themselves or the substance of various benefits, no one would lie about exactly which supreme art they used.
Possessing a powerful cultivation art was an immensely prideful thing.
Take Mu Yubai's Still Water Sword Technique, for example.