That was right. Mountain Lord intended to deal with Ma Shaokang right under Shanhua's nose—not through assassination, but through a scheme. And it would be done openly, so that no one would see that he was the one who had laid the trap.
He believed that so long as Ma Shaokang harbored hatred in his heart and held a certain degree of expectation toward him, he would walk into this snare of his own accord.
Sure enough, Ma Shaokang's reaction did not exceed his expectations, and Mountain Lord appeared all the more composed.
"Very well. Listen carefully. There are three martial arts I can pass on to you, but you may choose only one. Consider them yourself.
"The first is a fist art, a killing technique from my inheritance: the Hundred Beasts Fist. It emphasizes gathering the forms and momentum of a hundred beasts into one's body. Not only can it temper the physique and condense one's qi and blood, it also has considerable accomplishments in fighting and killing. It is a superior fist art that combines training methods with combat applications.
"Furthermore, through this fist art, you may be able to draw inferences from one instance and grasp some of the mysteries of Beast Taming Arts!"
The very first martial art gave Ma Shaokang a small surprise—though not a great one.
He did not care much for so-called fist arts or killing techniques. After all, he practiced the blade, and what he had learned was especially profound martial arts that pointed directly toward the Grandmaster realm. Naturally, he thought even less of ordinary martial arts.
Could the mere Hundred Beasts Fist possibly rival the Ma Family's Formless Blade?
Yet the possibility of comprehending mysteries related to Beast Taming Arts through this fist art was entirely different.
In Ma Shaokang's