After this battle, the Feng Clan members watching from the sidelines cheered and jumped for joy. An air of confidence and high spirits filled the whole group, as though they meant to ride the momentum and win two matches in a row. They lavished even greater praise upon the Grandmaster who had won the clan battle.
In contrast, the Lan Clan's Grandmaster appeared somewhat silent. The Lan Clan members did not openly blame him too harshly, but the sense of distance and coldness was plain to see.
The jungle law of the victor becoming king and the loser becoming a bandit was displayed in all its brutal clarity.
As one who had fought on behalf of the clan, you represented your clan's interests. Losing meant damaging those interests. Even if you were a Grandmaster-level martial arts expert, no one would openly disrespect you, but what they did in private was their own freedom.
The second clan battle did not last very long either.
The Feng Clan's representative was the man Meng Zhao had overheard with the Wind Listening Technique that day, discussing important matters with Feng Ling.
He cultivated the currently prevalent Ice Lineage Martial Arts of the Arctic Ice Plains, specializing in Mystic Ice Intent and controlling the Profound Nether Power between heaven and earth.
His opponent, the Lan Clan's Great Grandmaster, was not as extreme as this man.
His bearing was graceful, his moves free and easy. A set of open-hand techniques flowed like drifting clouds and running water, with the traceless elegance of an antelope hanging its horns, revealing an unhurried, carefree air.
It differed both from his clan's martial arts and from the Buddhist Martial Arts that had a considerable following on the Arctic Ice Plains. Instead, it leaned more toward the Daoist School.
Meng Zhao